Summary: When Blake gets sick from playing in the snow; it's up to Seth and Roman to take care of their nephew.

Dean had gone to bail his father out of prison for his mother. He had to leave Blake behind because he got sick after they had played in the snow the other day. Dean had called up Seth and Roman to take care of Blake for him.

That's how Seth and Roman found themselves at Dean's house, having to take care of a sick teenager. They have no experience in taking care of teenagers.

"He doesn't trust you alone?" Seth asked Blake.

Blake looked at his Doctor Who throw-blanket that Dean bought him a few weeks ago. It had the TARDIS on it. He honestly has no clue why Dean bought him the blanket, but he guessed that Dean just wanted to buy him something nice. He looked up at Seth, "He once left me alone for thirty minutes. Does that count?"

"I guess it does." Roman said and went into the kitchen.

"Have you found a girlfriend yet?" Seth asked. He knew about Blake's asexuality, but he was curious to know if it was true or not.

Blake looked uncomfortable at the topic of conversation, "No."

"What does Dean have in the cupboard under the sink?" Seth asked, changing topics.

Blake shrugged, "I don't know."

Roman returned and looked at Blake. "Do you want any soup or…"

Blake waved it off, "Not right now." He put his hands on his stomach. "I'm tired." He was asleep instantly.

Seth looked at Roman. "How come he doesn't know what's under the sink?"

Roman looked at Seth, "Seriously? You're asking me that?"

Seth shrugged as he rolled his eyes. "Now what do we do?"

Roman just shrugged and then Blake woke up, "I'll take that soup now." Roman nodded and went back in the kitchen.

Seth followed, "How do we take care of a sick kid?"

"Like how we take care of each other?" Roman offered, even though he had no clue either. Do teenagers have different needs than adults?

"I should throw cough-drops at him?" Seth asked; a little horrified at the thought of throwing of throwing cough-drops at a kid.

"No," Roman said. "That's illegal."

Blake was looking at them from the opening in the wall. He was lying on the couch, and was staring at them. "I can see and hear everything, you know."

Seth and Roman just smiled at him sheepishly.

"Sorry. But really, you don't know what's in there?" Seth asked, pointing at the cupboard under the sink.

Blake just looked at Seth, "Nope." He went back to his spot on the couch.

"I think he's been spending way to much time with Dean," Roman said.

"Here, do you think you can keep the soup down this time?" Seth asked, as he gave another bowl of soup to Blake.

"No," Blake replied.

"Fine, I'll eat it." Seth replied. He didn't care about puking; he just didn't like having to clean up someone else's puke.

"Now what do we do?" Roman asked.

Blake looked at his blanket, "We can make a fort."

Roman looked at Blake, "Let's do that."

The two men ran over to get chairs, except Blake. He still felt like crap, but at least he wasn't lying on the couch. He was aware that his hair was messy and tangled. He wanted to dye streaks in his hair again.

After they got the chairs set up, they looked at Blake.

"Hey, do you have anything else to hold the blankets up?" Seth asked.

"I think Dean has some hockey sticks by his bed," Blake asked.

"Hockey sticks?" Roman asked, "What does he need hockey sticks for?"

"Some idiot decided he wanted to try breaking into his house. That didn't end well for the guy." Blake said and smiled. "I'll go get them." He went to the room.

Seth looked at the TARDIS blanket, "I really want that blanket."

"Dean will throat-punch you if you took that blanket from Blake," Roman stated.

Seth sighed, "I know. Why doesn't he buy us things?"

Roman replied with, "Because you don't ask nicely."

Seth looked at Roman, "No need to channel Dean. That was creepy."

Blake returned holding the hockey sticks. "Here we go."

Roman and Seth grabbed the sticks. Roman looked at the one hockey stick, "Does he need five?"

"He believes Paul is a retired assassin." Blake said, and he looked at Roman. "You really believe that he thinks he needs one hockey stick?"

"Good point," Seth said.

"We need blankets," Roman said. Blake nodded and wandered off. Seth was looking at the blanket again. Roman pointed at Seth, "You will not still a kid's blanket. What the hell is the matter with you, you heathen?"

"Sorry, I really want that blanket," Seth said.

Blake returned and the three started to build the fort. At first the blanket kept dipping in the middle, but they moved the chairs farther apart.

Seth decided to make polite conversation, "So, Blake. Have you seen Lord of the Rings?"

"No." Blake said, "I'm trying to read the books though. I rather read the books first, before watching the movies. You know how movies change things from the books; like in Percy Jackson. Dean kept getting mad that I kept pointing out the changes. He told me to shut up and watch the movie. Repeatedly, although I'm not sure why," he shrugged.

Seth and Roman remembered how Dean ranted about how it was hard to watch a movie that was based off a book that Blake had read.

"That would get annoying," Roman said.

"I know. It made me mad when they made Percy and his friends sixteen," Blake replied. "I found out that they never read the books. Who does that?"

Roman didn't have the heart to tell Blake that he meant someone pointing out the changes in movies that were based off of books.

Dean returned and looked at the fort in the middle of the living room.

The hell? Dean thought and looked at his friends for clarification on why a fort was in the middle of the living room.

Seth and Roman were asleep on the two couches. Dean guessed the Blake was in the bedroom. Seth was holding the TARDIS blanket and Dean walked over.

"Seth, I will punch you in the neck if you steal that blanket." Dean threatened and Seth handed the blanket to Dean.

Dean grabbed it and went to his bedroom. Blake was on top of the bed. Blake was half asleep when he said, "They stole the couches."

Dean tossed the blanket to Blake. "I know."

Blake grabbed a pillow and the blanket. He rolled off the bed and Dean winced. He went to go check on Blake, but he was out cold.

At least the floor's carpeted, Dean thought.

A/N: My brother sent me two pictures of the fort that he and his friends made.

One of his friends has a Doctor Who blanket. It has the TARDIS on it.

I guess one of them watches Doctor Who.