Disclaimer:
I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. They belong to the CW and Kripke. I just borrow them from time to time.
Ouchy
John Winchester knew he was in trouble. Not only was he supposed to be hunting the monster that he was in Alaska for, but his youngest was sick. Not only was he sick, but it was coming from both ends. Not pleasant. Either for him, or for Sam. Spoon-feeding him the medicine he needed, only did so much when he was curled in the fetal position with a moan that broke the heart of his older brother. Dean had hardly left his side since he came down with it, and hovered over him on a near constant basis to check his temperature.
"Dean," John tried. "Son, you may want to stay back. You don't want to get this."
"Not an option, Dad."
In regards to my story "Memories" that I just published...and then took down. I am actually rewriting it from the beginning because of a plot idea I overlooked that actually had me squealing because it's pretty intense from beginning to end. Happy reading!