The sound of vomiting filled the motel occupied by the Winchesters in the spring of 1997. The youngest Winchester, Sammy, was ill with a stomach flu that had begun showing itself at 12:01 AM. Sam was miserable, his father, John, was annoyed that his youngest was missing his hunting practice, and his brother, Dean, was busy taking care of him. Dean sighed as he left Sam alone in the bathroom to get him something to drink.

"He any better?" John asked just as the sound of vomiting occurred once more.

"Does that answer your question?" Dean poured flat ginger ale into a plastic cup to take to Sam.

"Don't get smart with me, boy, I'm just askin'." John retorted. He sighed, wanting to help with Sammy some way, but he just couldn't. For a couple of years now, Sam and John had spread apart from how they used to be. Sammy used to idolize his father and pay every minute of attention to him. Though, when Sam had begun to shift his idolization onto Dean, John just stopped becoming as important in his life. Somewhere along the line, John turned into his drill Sargent, which didn't help the situation either.

Dean brought the cup to Sam, who was hunched over the toilet wearing onto a pair of boxers and one of Dean's t-shirts. Dean never minded Sam wearing his clothes, even when he was sick like this.

"Here, I got you something to drink." Dean said, moving to hand it to the kid. Sam could only shake his head repeatedly.

"Don't want it. Gonna throw up." Sam said, trying desperately to keep the vomit inside of his body.

"Come on, kid, you're not gonna. I promise you, you'll be fine. Please drink it." Dean pleaded to his little brother. Sam continued to refuse for a minute. Knowing his brother wasn't going to drink the soda without a little push, Dean gently put the drink up to Sam's lips and began pouring it in. Even though Sam's lips were shut tight, some of the drink managed to get inside of his mouth. Dean pulled the cup away before any soda could get on the floor. After having a taste, Sam eagerly took the cup from Dean the second time it was offered and began to drink it.

"There ya go," Dean smirked. Sam laid against Dean's chest after finishing the drink. The middle Winchester took his hand and placed it on the youngest's forehead. "You got yourself a fever, kiddo."

John walked from where he sat to the bathroom doorway to watch his kids. He chuckled softly before whispering to himself, "Happy fourteenth birthday, Sammy."

Happy birthday, Sammy! Sucks you're sick ;P I'm out of school for the summer as of yesterday! Aaaaand, I'm taking summer school to graduate early. Thanks for reading!