*Dean's POV*
I woke up to Sam missing from the bed. I went to the kitchen to make breakfast, figuring he went to his own bed. Instead he was leaning over the counter holding his stomach, in just his boxers.
"Hey...Are you okay?"
He just nodded and sat down.
I wasn't so convinced but I let it slide.
I started making pancakes.
After I finished I gave him a plate.
He looked at it with a disqusted face.
Awesome, here we go again.
"Eat." I said sternly.
He just poked at it and took a phew bites.
He started looking pale, then he got wide eyed and ran to the sink, throwing up.
"Omg. Sammy!" I went over to him and rubbed his back.
When he finished throwing up what he ate he was crying.
"No, it's okay. Shhh. You're alright." I rubbed his shoulders and he started throwing up again.
Afterwards I carried him bridal style to his room.
"I'm fine.." He tried sitting up but I held him down.
"You're not fine, you just threw up. You're resting today. Dont you dare try getting out of bed. I'll be right back."
I went to my room and got the thermomiter.
"Say ah"
"Eh"
I put the thermomiter in his mouth and he closed it.
I waited for it.
102.
"You're running a temperature."
"I'm fine.." "Stop. You're not fine."
Sam got up and ran to the bathroom and started throwing up in the toilet.
I followed him and knelt beside him, rubbing his back, and trying to comfort him.
He groaned and sat up, starting to cry again.
"Buddy you're gonna make it worse, shhh. Stop crying."
"It hurtsss"
"Where does it hurt?"
"my head..my stomach.."
"Okay. Im gonna go get medicine. Stay here."
I jogged downstairs to the kitchen and got some liquid medicine.
I came back upstairs and handed him the cup of medicine. He looked at it with a disquisted face.
"You need to drink it."
He took it and drank it in one big gulp.
"You should take a bath." I said, flushing the toilet.
He shook his head.
"You have puke on you, you're taking a bath."
He mumbled something and groaned.
I started the water.
"deaann."
"Sammyyy"
"Stop calling me that."
I chuckled and tried to take his shirt off but he stopped me.
"I dont want to."
"It doesnt matter, you need to. And tomorrow you're going to the doctor."
"Nooo! Dean! You know I hate the doctor! Pleaseee"
"Its not a negotiation. Now either take a bath or I can make you." He just looked at me.
I lifted him up onto the counter.
"Nooo Dean.."
I forced his shirt off and he used a napkin to whipe the puke off his chin.
"Are you going to take one?" He nodded and sniffled.
I rubbed his back then left to his room.
I waited on his bed for him to finish.
After he took a bath he came out and layed down with me.
"You'll get sick." He said, pushing me away. "I dont care." I said, wrapping him in my arms.
He started groaning and squeezing my shirt.
"Bubbuh it hurrtss"
Wow. He hasn't called me that since he was like...5.
"Sshhh I know buddy."
He was sweating and shaking.
"Try to sleep."
He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.
I used this time to call the doctor and check his temperature again. 102.
"Hi, yes, this is Dean Salvatore. I'm calling about Sam Salvatore."
"Okay, what's the problem with your son?"
"Um, he's my brother, I have custody of him.."
"Oh! Okay, sorry sir."
"It's fine. He woke up sick this morning, he has a temperature of 102...he's been throwing up and sweating, and he's in a lot of pain. Could I make an appointment for tomorrow morning?"
"Hold on."
She put me on hold for a phew moments, "okay, how's 9:00? Thats the only opening we have unless it's an actual emergency, so don't be late."
"Okay, that's fine."
"Alright. See you tomorrow morning."
"Mhm."
I hung up and put the phone in my back pocket.
In the morning he wasn't puking but he got paler and he's running a fever of 103.
I drove him to the hospital at 9:30.
We got there just in time for the appointment.
"Okay, sit here please." The doctor told him. He sat on the table and she did a routine check up. Checked his breathing, his temp, the usual.
"It looks like a common flu to me he'll need a sh-"
"I dont think it'-"
"Sam." I said sternly.
"he'll need a shot."
Sam looked at me with pleading eyes.
"deannn." He whined.
"I know you don't want to buddy but you have to so that you can get better."
"Nooo!"
"Could you give us a moment?"
She nodded and walked out.
I sat Sam on my lap.
"You're already in trouble for not telling me you were sick. Don't make me add onto it."
"But I dont like shottss!"
"you just added onto your punishment. Dont think just because you're sick that you cant get in trouble."
He stayed silent at this.
The doctor came back in with the two needles.
"okay, so it's just two shots in his right arm."
I nodded.
He hid his face in my neck. I rubbed his shoulder.
She cleaned the area with a little wipe then pinched his arm a little.
"It'll just be a little pinch. What's your name again?"
"Sam-Owww!"
Classic doctor trick.
She pinched again and gave the 2nd shot.
He whined and started crying.
"Okay, i'll give him some pain meds for the stomach pain, but he'll have to take one every 4 hours.
I nodded and rubbed his back, trying to calm him down.
She gave us the medicine and we went home.
He fell asleep in the car so I had to pick him up and carry him inside.
(I know, it sucks. I cant update that often because I'm like super busy but I'll update ASAP.)
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Supernatural Spanking Fic
Fanfiction(in this story they arent dealing with any supernatural stuff) Dean is 25 with his own job, best friend, and is living up his life. Little does he know what happens when his younger brother Sam (at 11) comes along for the summer.
