So I've got well over a hundred people reading this story and 8 reviews. Is it really that bad or do people just not leave comments anymore? Come on peeps, they really do help. Constructive criticism? Ideas? Anything you wanna read that you want me to add to later chapters? Spell checks? I don't have a Beta so all the mistakes are mine... that's about it though... unfortunately I do not own these two boys... a girl can only dream! xx
"Calm down. There's no way I'm gonna move now, I'm far too comfy. Besides this saves me from having to get up every five seconds when you start coughing, this way I'm right here already." He leaned back and closed his eyes.
"Now I'm gonna try to get half an hours sleep and then I'm gonna go grab you loads of drugs and stuff so shut up for a bit, will you? And blow your freaking nose, you're gross!"
Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed some toilet roll to blow his nose. The heat must really be messing with his head as he even kind of enjoyed having Sam that close. It made him feel safe. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on breathing without coughing and it seemed to work for a while. He was just about to doze off when he choked on his own saliva and snot and started coughing again, making Sam jump up in a confused sleepy state. He looked around and after a couple of seconds realization came to him and he looked down on his coughing brother and handed him the glass of water.
"Right... I think it's pretty clear that I'm not gonna get any sleep until I've gotten you some drugs." Sam yawned and stretched out his abnormally huge body and Dean only just resisted the urge to kick him. He wasn't sure why the way he felt right now was Sams fault, but it just was! Besides, moving his body in anyway hurt and made him feel just a little bit dizzy. He hated to admit it, but maybe Sam was right, maybe he had a bit of a cold. Surely it would be gone after a couple of hours of sleep though.
He watched his brother get dressed and grab keys and fuzz about in the room for a while as his eyelids just seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.
Sam looked over just in time to see Dean give up and fall in to a shallow sleep, mouth wide open, accompanied by a gross snoring/wheezing. For just a second he felt like throwing something unpleasing in to his brothers open mouth but decided against it. He could mess with Dean when he was better again.
He had no idea where to get anything, they'd only rolled in to town last night and he had been too worried about getting Dean inside to patch him up to really look for anything else whilst they were driving. He was gonna have to ask.
The door pinged in a too loud way for Sams sleepy ears when he opened it to get in to the reception.
"Just a minute!" was shouted from what looked like a kitchen a little bit further down the hall. The same girl that had checked him in last night came out, hair in a messy ponytail and what looked like flour covering the front of her jeans and tank-top. She half ran, half walked up behind the desk. Why would someone decide to be up this early and how could she be so smiley and full of life when he just wanted to go crawl up in a corner and not come out for a week, head pounding.
"What can I do for you?"
"Don't you ever sleep?" She looked a bit taken aback by the question at first and then smiled up at him.
"I could say the same thing to you, sir. You look like you could use some rest. I don't need that much sleep, besides the breakfast is not gonna make itself!"
"Right... sorry... didn't mean to be rude... just tired I guess... well I was wondering if you know if there's a pharmacy around here somewhere...?"
"Yea, there's one down the road, drive for maybe 5 minutes and then turn left, you can't miss it!"
"OK, thanks" Sam turned to leave.
"Uhmm, excuse me, sir?"
"Yea...?"
"You do realize that it's about quarter to eight in the morning right? It wont open until 9." Sam tiredly leaned his head against the door. No, he hadn't realized and going back in to his coughing brother without any drugs was not high on his list.
"Why don't you come sit down, get some breakfast? I've got coffee and the bread should be done in just a minute. Freshly made." Her smile was warm and inviting. Sam closed the door again, one cup of coffee and some breakfast wouldn't hurt and would give him a bit of energy to help him manage Dean later on.
"Yea, thank you, that would be great." He smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.
"I'm Sam, by the way. " He extended his hand to her. She grabbed it and got up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hey Sam, I'm Mia. Come on in!" She led the way down the hall and in to a little food-area with some tables and a little bar desk that was temporarily filled up with bread, eggs, fruit and other breakfast items.
"Coffee?" She asked and gestured for him to sit down on one of the bar-stools.
"Yea, please." She had a cup of steaming coffee and some scrambled eggs and bread in front of him in seconds and then kept going with setting the place up for breakfast.
"I didn't realize you guys had this many guest." Sam nodded towards the many breakfast items that were ready to be served. She smiled at him.
"We don't. But the locals come here for breakfast before work so it gets pretty busy."
"Oh, I see."
"So what do you need the pharmacy for? Are you alright?" She asked just as another girl appeared behind her.
"You have to excuse my sister, she doesn't know not to get her nose in other people's business." The new girl said before Sam had time to answer the question. Mia turned around and greeted her sister the same way as she had Sam, a quick kiss on the cheek.
"God, why are you always so happy in the morning? Coffee done?" Mia nodded and gestured over to the pot of coffee.
"Everyday's a gift, you know that, luv." she said with a smile, which earned her an eye-roll as her sister walked over to grab a cup of coffee.
"Just let me have my coffee and then I'll take over, is all the food done?"
Sam had his breakfast whilst watching the two sisters get the place ready for customers and got to his second cup of coffee when the first groups of people started to show up. Mia seemed to be the one that happily greeted everyone and got them a table and took their orders whilst the other sister handled the money and served the food. It was calming to watch them all eat and talk and Sam could feel himself relaxing a bit.
Meanwhile back in their room, Dean, who had managed to wake himself up again by coughing was considering his options. He had just checked the time and it was about quarter to 9, he was guessing that Sam would be back a bit after 9 as no shops would be open before that. He couldn't breath properly and he felt gross and smelly and cold. He sat up in bed and tried putting his feet down on the floor, head spinning slightly. Surely a shower would warm him up and get rid of the sick-feeling. He stood up and immediately sat back down again, head spinning too much. He closed his eyes, got himself together and once again got up. He'd been through worse, he could walk to the stupid bathroom!
It seemed to take him forever to get there but he was finally stood under hot water, although it didn't feel as nice as he had expected it to do. The water hit all the places that were sore on his body and made it sting. Actually, every single bit of skin on his body was sore and achey. He turned the shower off and dried himself with the towel that was hanging right next to the shower, smelling Sam on it, but really couldn't be bothered to mind right now, head spinning more than before. He just managed to get the sweatpants back on when he had to sit down, no strength left in his legs. The floor would have to do for now. Leaning his head back on the cool wall behind him felt pretty good for a couple of seconds until he got really cold again. If only he could remember what it was that he needed to do to get warm. He coughed and blew his nose in the wet towel before chucking it on the floor. After sitting for a bit with his head still spinning he decided that the best way would be to rest for just a little bit before getting up to get ready for the day. He slid down the floor, grabbing the wet dirty towel and using it as a pillow, closed his eyes, trying to make his head stop spinning. Just a couple of minutes and then he would get back up again.