Disclaimer: Somebody out there owns these men...but it sure as hell ain't me.

Author's Note: Ok, I might be over-doing the John-love at the moment but what can I say? This was the first thing to come to my mind. This one can basically take place anytime up till Season opener, really. I'm divided between this being a teen!Chester or during Sam's time in Stanford. 100 words exactly according to microsoft word on my laptop.

Spoilers/Warnings: Loving!John and hurt!/feverish!Dean.


Knocked Off His Feet - Literally

The first one was intense, the second knocked him off his feet. Literally. When his fevered eyes focused, all he could do was stare, mouth agape. Guess he looked an idiot because his dad's face softened. There was a sort of choked-snort-laugh-sob thing he did.

Then it happened again. His dad's arms were around him, squeezing him bone-crushingly tight. He was damned if he'd be the second Winchester in the room to cry. Straining his ears, he made out the words uttered.

"You're ok, you're ok, you're ok..."

Two words repeated damned him as he leaned weakly into his father.