Father's Duty

Disclaimer: I don't own "Supernatural", sadly, but the boys are such a treat to play with…

A/N: My gratitude goes out to my awesome beta twinchaosblade who makes sense of my stuff, even if I don't.

A/N 2: Response to the Drabble Challenge by Enkidu07 and Onyx Moonbeam
All fellow players can be looked up on Enkidu07's profile page (the many, many names finally exceeded the drabble word count, hehe).

Prompt: Relax

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"Look at me, Sammy. Are you running a fever?" John's concern spiked when his younger son just blinked at him with hazy eyes.

"No way," Dean called over from the kitchen where he was on cooking duty. "He looked perfectly okay this morning."

John put his research away and rose from the creaky chair. Gently he brushed his palm over the boy's forehead and carded his fingers through the sweaty mop of hair.

"You're definitely coming down with something, Sammy. Just relax."

He lifted his son from the sofa and carried him over to the bedroom, tenderly tucking him in.

The End

A/N 3: Happy birthday, Sammygirl. Hopefully you had the best of days with everything you might have wished for.