A Hiccup in Time Ch. 10
Disclaimer. Still don't own them and still not making a profit from my stories.
Warning: Language as usual.
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Previously: After climbing out of the shower and toweling off, Dean entered his and Sam's room to find his dad in the bed with Sammy who was softly snoring while being cradled to their dad's chest. He was startled for a moment but then figured Sammy had regressed in age again. "Way to go dad." he thought to himself as he reached over and pulled the bed comforter up and over them before climbing into bed himself.
Deep into the night, John was awakened as he heard the sound of feet rushing across the floor and out the door. Looking across at Dean's bed, he could see the blankets thrown back in a haphazard way and wondered what was going on. He didn't have long to wonder however as he heard the unmistakable sound of gagging coming from the bathroom across the hall. He gently eased away from Sammy so as not to wake his sleeping youngest and quietly walked across the floor. As he neared the slightly open bathroom door, he could hear the sounds of retching as Dean threw up the dinner he had eaten hours earlier. Leaving the light off, he grabbed a clean washcloth from the shelf and held it under the sink as he wet it in cool water. Wringing out the excess water, he folded it over three times and lay it on the nape of Dean's neck. "I'm here if you need me Ace." he informed his oldest as he held the washcloth to his neck and rubbed circles on his back using his other hand.
Dean tensed slightly and then relaxed as he felt the comfort of the cool washcloth against his neck. "Thanks dad." he whispered as his stomach stopped cramping just long enough for him to take in a decent breath. He was about to push himself away from the toilet when the nausea assailed him again. "Son of a bitch." he groaned as he leaned forward and open his mouth for the vomit to spew forth again.
As he threw up, he began to feel a cramping feeling in his bowels as his stomach suddenly made itself known. "Oh God" he whispered feeling a sudden and urgent desire to use the bathroom. "Get me a bucket dad!" he ordered as he stood up and quickly pulled down his boxers and sat down quickly own the comomde seat just as his bowels decided to relieve themselves. He wrapped his arms around his aching midsection and bent over as the cramps grew in intensity. "What the hell?" he muttered as nausea began to make itself known once again. "This is so not good."
John returned with the bucket just in time to hand it to Dean as he threw up once again. John held his breath as the smell of sickness overwhelmed him knowing right away that Dean obviously had a stomach virus. Hearing the sounds of softly pattering feet, he looked around to see Sammy walking towards him. "What are you doing out of bed tiger?" John asked wondering which Sammy he would be talking to.
"I's heard noises and I wokes up and you weren't there" Sammy answered as he raised his hands to be picked up. "Is Deanie sick daddy?"
"Yeah kiddo, he's not feeling to well right now. Daddy's gonna have to give him some medicine to stop him from getting worse." John said as he ruffled Sammy's hair. "You go back and get in the bed Sammy, Dean and I will be there in just a minute." John said as he lightly kissed Sammy on the cheek and put him down. He gave Sammy a light pat on his bottom to get him moving forward. John waited for a few minutes until Dean had finished his business and helped his weak son to the room and then helped him lay down on the bed.
As Dean curled up on his side to go back to sleep, John ruffled through his duffle bag and pulled out their first aid kit. He cursed as he noticed the Phenergan tablets had run out. Dean needed something to curb the nausea and diarrhea or they risked him getting dehydrated with the severity of what just happened. As he dug through the medical kit looking for something else, he found a packet of suppositories that had been prescribed for Sammy a few months back when he couldn't keep anything on his stomach. "Hmm, guess these will do." he said as he pulled the package out of the first aid kit and read the directions.
"Damn, Dean isn't going to like this to well" he stated as he pulled out a sterile glove and put it on his hand before opening the package and pulling out one of the bullet shaped suppositories. He heard a quick intake of breath and glanced over to see Sammy looking at him with huge eyes.
"What's you gonna do wif dat daddy?" Sammy asked as he looked at the thing his daddy held in his hand.
"Well, I'm going to have to um…put it in Dean's uh…uh… in his hiney so he'll stop throwing up." John stuttered answering his little boy.
John was surprised as his youngest suddenly started sobbing loudly and threw himself off the bed and stood in front of Dean. "What's the matter Sammy? Why are you so upset?" John asked in confusion wondering what in the world had upset Sammy so much.
"No daddy, I wont lets you shoot Deanie in da butt. You stays away from my Deanie." he said as he shook a small fist at his father.
"Sammy, I'm not going to shoot your Deanie" John replied incredulously wondering what in the hell made Sammy think such a thing.
"Yes you is daddy, you gots da bullet right dere in your hand." Sammy intoned as he continued to guard Dean
Suddenly understanding what had his little boy so upset, John said "This isn't a bullet kiddo, it's just shaped like one so it's easier to insert. Look." he stated as he squeezed it to show Sammy that it wasn't made of metal.
"You pwomise?" Sammy asked as a tear slid down his cheek.
"Yeah kiddo, I promise." John answered as he pulled Sammy into a one armed hug to comfort him. "Why don't you sit up there with your brother. Something tells me Dean isn't going to like what I am about to do."
Patting Dean on the cheek lightly to arouse him, John said, "Dean, I need to give you something to stop the nausea and vomiting before you become dehydrated."
"Kay dad" Dean replied sleepily as he held out his hand for the Phenergan pills. He just hoped he would be able to keep the medicine down with the way his stomach was rolling.
"Sorry sport, we're out of the tablets, I'm going to give you a suppository kiddo." John replied waiting for the outburst he knew was sure to come.
"Oh hell no, you ain't putting no damned suppository up my ass." Dean vehemently replied as he rolled away from his father. "Don't even think about trying it."
"But Deanie, you needs to take your medicine so you can get better." Sammy informed his brother as he grabbed Dean's hand. "You don'ts have to be scarwed. I's here and I'll hold your hand."
"Dean looked at Sammy with shock in his eyes. "I'm not scared Sammy, I just uh…I just don't….uh, dad help me out here." Dean pleaded not knowing what to say.
"But Deanie, you always makes me take my medicine." Sammy innocently pouted as tears rushed to his eyes once again. "I don't wants you to be sick Deanie, p'ease take your medicine."
"Crap" Dean mumbled as he rolled over on his side and presented his derierre to his father. "I'll get you for this if it's the last thing I do dad." he stated as he felt John pull his pajama bottoms down. Dean face flamed in embarrassment as he placed his legs in the proper position. He sucked in a breath as he felt his dad's hands touch his bared bottom and couldn't help but clench the muscles in his behind just thinking about what his father was about to do.
"Relax Dean," John said as he placed the suppository in the proper area and then gently began to push it in. He looked up to see Sammy running his fingers through Dean's short hair as he whispered sweet words of encouragement to his brother. "There, all done now." John stated as he pulled the glove off and threw it away before replacing Dean's pajama bottoms.
"About damned time" muttered Dean more embarrassed than he had ever been in his life at having his father give him a suppository at his age wondering if he would ever live this one down. This would give his dad and Sammy ammunition to use on him for years to come.
After tossing the glove away, John quickly picked Sammy up and placed him back in his own bed. "Don't want you getting sick too tiger." he said as he lay Sammy down and cover him up with a blanket. "You boys get some sleep now." John walked over and turned off the light before climbing back into the bed with Sammy. He was going to stay in case Dean got worse or Sammy got sick.
"I wuvs you daddy" Sammy whispered as he snuggled into John's chest.
"I love you too Sammy." John replied as he wrapped an arm around Sammy and waited for his youngest to fade off to sleep before doing so himself.
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Early the next morning, Sam woke up to find himself cuddled to his dad's chest as he lightly snored. He sighed as he quickly realized it had happened again. "This is really getting to be embarrassing" he thought as he extricated himself from his dad's arm wishing they would find something to end the curse the demon put on him. He silently pushed himself off the bed and then turned around to find Dean still sleeping. His brother looked kind of pale and he had a bucket placed near the head of his bed. "When did he get sick?" Sam wondered as he walked over and placed a palm to Dean's head finding it relatively cool. Knowing that Dean had probably been up half the night, he decided to leave him and his dad sleeping and silently toddled out the open door.
From the smell of bacon wafting up the stairs, Sam knew that Bobby was awake and in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He walked down the hallway and placed a supporting hand on the wall as he carefully walked down the steps. As he strolled into the kitchen he ran a hand through his sleep mussed hair. "I sure could use a cup of that coffee you have brewing Bobby." Sam said as he climbed up in a chair and sat on his knees so Bobby wouldn't have to get the booster seat.
"Morning Sam" Bobby intoned as he reached up into a cupboard and pulled out a small plastic cup. He poured it a fourth of the way full with coffee and then added some milk to cool it down. "Here you go kiddo." he said as he handed the cup over to Sammy who gave him a questioning look.
"Bobby, you know I always drink my coffee black. What's with the milk?"
"That's when you were a full fledge adult kid. I am not about to have you hyped up on caffeine in your toddler state. You either drink that or it's a glass of straight milk for you." Bobby answered.
"Gee thanks" Sam grumbled as he placed the cup to his lips and took a small sip pleased to find out that it actually didn't taste that bad.
"So where's your dad and Dean?" Bobby inquired as he removed the bacon from the skillet. "Breakfast will be ready soon."
"Still sleeping. I think Dean's sick so they probably had a long night." Sam replied through a yawn.
"I thought I heard the sound of somebody barfing last night" Bobby said as he placed a plate of scrambled eggs and two slices of bacon in front of Sammy. "Eat up kiddo. You're dad and Dean can take care of themselves later." As they ate, Bobby could tell something was bothering Sam since he was being unusually quiet and it concerned him.
"Sammy, is something wrong tiger?"
"No, I just…" Sammy stopped mid sentence and shrugged his shoulders.
"You just what?" questioned Bobby determined to find out what was wrong.
"I just wish this was over. I'm losing chunks of my life Bobby and it scares me. What if I change into little Sammy one day and don't change back. I don't want to lose who I am."
"I can't say that I know how you feel Sam, and I can't promise you that won't happen. But I will promise you this, we're doing everything we can to set things straight. You've just got to hang in there for a little while."
"I'm trying Bobby, but I just feel so damned useless. You guys don't need me. I'm just taking up space." Sam replied as he hung his head.
"Yeah, well that might be what you think, but you're wrong. As a matter of I could use your help figuring out an exorcism I've been working on. Been at it for two damn months now and I'm still having trouble translating a few of the words. You're a whiz with research when it comes to the internet, think you could help me?" Bobby asked.
"You're kidding right, I mean you've never had any trouble translating Latin" Sam replied thinking that Bobby was just trying to make him feel better.
"Hell no, I'm not kidding. The text is really ancient and was uncovered by another hunter who had no use for it. But if you're not up to it, then…"
"Wait a minute Bobby, I didn't say that." Sam intoned anxiously needing to feel useful for a change.
"Good, then finish your breakfast so we can get busy." Bobby ordered happy with himself. There was no way he was going to allow Sam to become depressed with the situation if there was anything that he could do about it. He made a mental note to himself to talk to John about how Sam was feeling so they could make sure to keep a close eye on the boy's mental state as time progressed.
TBC Hope this met up with your expectations for a certain little scene Lisa.