Yay!! More fluff!! Hehe, I told you it gets messy form here on out right?? :D
Sam shifted uncomfortably on the couch, rubbing his arms and legs briskly with his socked hands. He made a soft whimper-like noise in the back of his throat and shifted again, pressing his back hard against the arm of the couch.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked, eyeing his brother curiously. Sam looked like he was having a severe case of cabin fever and was getting ready to jump out of his skin.
"Ngh…It itches…" Sam groaned, scrubbing at his face with the socks. He groaned dramatically and let his head fall back. "Ugh!! I hate Chicken Pox!!" He exclaimed, scratching his neck and chest irritably.
Dean let out a soft sigh and straightened a little. Obviously Sesame Street was doing very little to take Sam's mind off the itchy red bumps that covered his body. He frowned for a second, thinking back to when he had chicken pox. There was something his mother had done for him when he was sick but he couldn't quite remember what it was…
Sam groaned again and scratched his arms. The little bumps were everywhere now and itched like crazy but it seemed no matted how much he scratched, they just itched more. It was annoying and frustrating at the same time and Sam had had just about enough of the disease; he was ready for it to be over.
Without a word, Dean stood suddenly and walked into the bathroom, turning on the faucets in the shower and adjusting the water. He dropped the plug into the bottom of the bathtub and walked back into the other room, meeting Sam's puzzled gaze. "Take off your clothes."
"What?" The younger boy asked, pausing in mid-scratch.
Dean rolled his eyes a little. "Warm water helps with some of the itching." He said, quoting what his mother had said to him when he'd had the disease.
Sam hesitated for a second, watching his older brother carefully for any sort of trick. Dean could have a pretty mean sense of humor sometimes and had once told his three year old little brother that dead leaves in the park were actually camouflage fairies and if he stepped on any of them he would kill them. Unfortunately, it was the middle of fall and dead leaves littered the entire lawn so Sam stayed in one place for nearly an hour and half until he fell asleep sitting up. After that, he was never sure when Dean was messing with him or not.
Realizing what his brother was thinking, Dean sighed and shook his head. "Sam, I'm serious. It really will help."
Finally, Sam nodded and stood, walking into the bathroom and pulling off his shirt. At least he tried to. The socks still fastened around his hands made the process of getting undressed a little more difficult. Eventually, after requiring Dean's assistance, Sam had stripped down to his Spiderman boxers and stood staring at the water.
"It's not going to bite, Sammy." Dean teased, unwrapping the duct tape from Sam's hands and dropping the socks into the sink.
The younger boy shrugged and got into the tub, sitting down in the warm water with a sigh. Almost immediately, the itching began to subside and Sam pulled his knees to his chest, resting his chin on them. Dean stood and walked into the other room, rummaging around through the cabinets for something. There was one other thing his mother had done to the bath water and now he just had to find it. A box of instant oatmeal packets was tucked against the back wall of the cabinet and he grabbed it, fishing out the last two packets. Their father had bought it for them because it was a simple "add hot water" kind of thing but it tasted like cardboard so neither boy was very fond of it. "Well I'm not going to eat it." Dean muttered, walking back into the bathroom.
Sam looked up at him in confusion as Dean opened one of the packets and dumped it into the water. "What are you doing?" He asked, watching as the water began to turn a milky gray color.
Dean opened the second packet and dumped it in as well, tossing the trash into a small waste basket under the sink. "When I had the Chicken Pox, mom did this for me. The oatmeal is supposed to take care of the itching." He explained, sitting against the wall.
Sam made a slight face and swirled his hand through the mushy bath accessories. "It looks like soup…" He mumbled, oatmeal sliding between his fingers.
"Just don't eat it." Dean teased, laughing as Sam made another face.
"Eww…that's gross…" Sam giggled, scooping another handful of the oatmeal into his hands and watching as it plopped back into the water through his fingers. It was working though, already the itching had almost completely stopped and the little red spots didn't seem quite as menacing. For several minutes, Sam was content to sit in the tub and play with the goopy mixture, running it in and out of his hands and swirling it around in the water. The entire bathroom smelled like oatmeal and the water had turned a cloudy brown before it was all over.
"Ready to get out?" Dean asked, standing and grabbing a towel from the rack beside him.
Sam shrugged one spotted shoulder and nodded, standing and accepting the towel Dean offered him. He dried himself off, the coarse fabric of the towel making his spots begin to itch again slightly. He ignored it and stepped out of the tub, gazing back at the soupy water. "Is that going to drain?" He asked, the idea suddenly occurring to him.
Dean paused, he hadn't thought of that. "Sure." He lied, flipping the plug out of the bottom of the tub and watching as the water slowly swirled toward the drain. The drain made a harsh sucking sound, choking on the thick contents of the water. Slowly, the water receded, leaving nothing but a thick, mushy trail of oatmeal leading to the drain. He looked at Sam and shrugged a little. "I knew there had to be a better use for oatmeal somehow."
Hehe, okay the oatmeal thing works but you're supposed to put it panty hose or something to keep it from getting everywhere. Too bad the boys didn't know :D More fun stuff to come!!
