I'm back with another sick!fic! If you like doctor who you can check out my other. So, this fanfiction is a random idea I had the other day! I'm sorry if it's bad...I'm really focusing on What's up doc! This will only be 2-4 chapters, pretty short and the chapters will only be 4-5 pages other than my usual 6-7 per chapter but, here it is!
Disclaimer- I don't own any of Supernatural or Bon Jovi's Livin On A Prayer.
Set near the beginning of season 4...
"We've gotta hold on to what we've got! It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not! We've got each other and that's a lot! For love... we'll give it a shot!" Dean sings along to the radio in his 1967 Chevy Impala.
They're on the road (again), coming from their 5th motel this week, with Sam asleep in the passenger seat. Sam hasn't been feeling great for a day or so, not that Dean knows that or that Sam plans on telling him.
"Whoa, we're half way there! Whoa! livin' on a prayer! Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear! Whoa! livin' on a prayer!" The chorus finally woke Sam up.
" Dude, can you turn that down? I'm trying to sleep!" Sam asked, still half asleep.
" Sure thing Sammy."
Dean reached for the knob, but turned it up higher instead. Sam, too tired to argue, just laid his head on the door, closed his eyes, and tried to fall asleep again.
"Really Sammy? No, really Dean, or You suck? Are you feeling okay?"
Sam didn't answer but by the deep cough that exits his mouth, Dean knows the answer is no. They're supposed to be heading to Bobby's place to recooperate but Dean is 99.9% sure they won't make it there without having to rest. Sam is shivering, and pale, pointing towards a fever, which means he needs some real rest. Dean decides to pull over after pondering for a moment on what Bobby will say. He found a motel a half a mile away.
" Sammy!" He whispered, shaking his shoulder when they arrived.
" What? Are we at Bobby's?" Sam asked Dean, his voice dry and raspy.
" No, not yet. You're running a fever. I got us a room, we can stay here until you're feeling better."
"I feel fine Dean." Much to Sam's dismay, his cough is giving it away. He feels horrible. He cant stop coughing, no matter how hard he tries, his head is pounding, and his throat feels like razor blades are cutting into it. Not to mention, he is freezing cold and it's July.
" Yes, you're fine." Dean replied sarcastically.
"Shut up!"
They walked up to room 666 (oh the irony), and found its pretty nice inside. Well, for a motel. They have no clue how the numbering works because, there's only 2 stories.
"Really Dean?"
"What?"
" Why room 666?"
"Lowest room they had left. This is a busy motel."
Sam didn't respond, he just walked over to a bed and plopped down on his back.
"Nope! Shower."
"Dean..."
"No arguing."
"Fine."
"Actually, let me take your temperature first."
The Winchester boys always keep a thermometer in the car. Not anything else for fevers. Just a thermometer. Dean had brought it in too. He pulled out the thermometer and gave it to Sam.
"101.6."
"Oh Sammy... Do you... need help... in the shower?"
"I can do it myself." Dean looked relieved to hear that.
" Good! That would have been awkward!"
While Sam is in the shower, Dean decided to lie down for a minute. Truth is, Dean isn't feeling great either. In fact, by the way he's feeling, his fever is most likely worse than Sam's. Dean slowly sat up and decided to take his temperature.
103.9. Shit. This is really bad. Dean doesn't get sick, and when he does, it goes downhill fast. His voice is probably raspy and he probably looks 3 shades paler. Even sick, Sam will notice.
" Sam! I'm going to the store!"
Wow. His voice is bad. He's lucky Sam didn't notice.
"Okay!"
Outside Dean ran into Castiel.
"Castiel? What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you."
"Why?"
"God told me to keep an eye on you. "
"Well I'm just going to the store."
"Why?"
"Do you *cough* need to know w-" Dean suddenly starts coughing.
"Are you sick?"
"What was your first clue?"
"You-"
"That was a rhetorical question."
Castiel raised an eyebrow at dean.
" A question that doesn't need to be answered."
" But why would someone ask a question that doesn't need to be answered?"
Done with the conversation, Dean replied, " I'm going to the store."
"I'm coming."
"Why?"
"Because I want to."
"Fine. Just don't draw attention to yourself."
"Okay."
Dean let Castiel into the passenger seat. The ride there was totally silent. Neither one of them talked the whole time. That's weird for Dean. Him and Sam always talk in the car.
"We're here. " Castiel observed.
" I know that!" Dean snapped back.
" I saved you from hell. The least you can do is be nice to me."
"Sorry. I get cranky when I'm sick."
" Its okay. What are we buying."
" We? Are you gonna help pay?"
"Sure."
Surprised, Dean asked, "Castiel, do you have any money?"
He pulled out a 100 dollar bill.
"Why do you have that?"
" God gives us money to use on earth."
"Lucky."
Dean handed Castiel a list they keep in the trunk in case someone gets sick.
"Get double of everything." Dean said.
"Why?"
"Sam's sick too. Not as bad but still sick."
"Oh. What are you going to do?"
"Get stuff that's not on the list like soup and magazines. And makeup."
"Why makeup?"
"I don't want Sam to know I'm sick and I'm like 3 shades paler."
Castiel can tell Dean isn't feeling well enough to talk right now so he'll ask in the car, when they're sitting.
"Okay."
They split and the went to get the stuff. Then they met out front.
In the car Castiel was the first to start a conversation.
"Why don't you want Sam to know you're ill?"
Dean sighed.
"He'll make me lay down and rest too and I have to take care of him!" Dean grimaced as he yelled. It hurt his throat hurts so badly he couldn't even put it into words.
Castiel pulled a throat drop out of the bag and handed it to Dean.
"Thanks." He whispered.
"I can drive for you."
"You don't know how."
"Yes I do."
"Really?"
Castiel nodded.
Dean pulled over and they switched places.
"Please sleep. You look like crap."
"Wow thanks." He whispered sarcastically, loosing his voice.
He closed his eyes and fell into a fairly deep sleep.