Sick Boy

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

Note: Dean is nine and Sam is four

Dean sat on the edge of his little brother's bed, holding the thermometer in his brother's mouth. When it beeped he pulled it out and saw it was at 103.9. Uh oh. It had gone up a lot in just the last hour!

"Dean," Sam croaked.

"Yeah Sammy?' Dean said quietly, scooting closer to his brother.

"I don't feel well," Sam said roughly, a tear escaping one eye.

"I know you don't buddy," Dean said, wiping away the tear, "Don't worry okay? Everything is gonna be fine." He got off the bed and dug the phone out of his bag, hearing his father's voice in his head.

'Only use this in an emergency. If something happens, call Bobby or Pastor Jim.'

Well, Sammy was really sick, so Dean figured this counted as an emergency. He dialed Bobby's number and waited for his uncle to pick up.

"Hello?" a gruff voice answered.

"Uncle Bobby?" Dean said.

"Dean? What's wrong?"

"Sammy's sick," Dean said, "Dad said he'd be at least a week and he only left yesterday. Sam's fever is at 103.9 and it's a lot higher than an hour ago and I don't know what to do!"

"Alright, calm down," Bobby tried to sooth the boy, "Tell me where ya are and I'll come get ya." Dean gave Bobby their location and hung up, with Bobby promising to be there as soon as he could. Dean went back up on the bed and sat with his brother, trying to keep him cool. A few hours later there was a knock on the door and Dean jumped off the bed, stopping short as he reached the door.

"Dean it's me!" Bobby called and Dean slowly opened the door. He had his mini shotgun in his hand, ready to protect is brother if he had to. When he had opened the door he saw Bobby standing there, holding his hands in the air.

"It's me Dean," he said calmly. Dean grabbed a flask of holy water off the table, not once taking his eyes off Bobby. He thrust it at Bobby who drank it down; nothing happened. Dean slowly lowered the shotgun and stepped aside, allowing the hunter to enter. Dean shut the door and turned to see his uncle still standing there. Dean hesitated for a moment, wanting to run forward and embrace his uncle or scream in relief that they weren't alone, but wasn't sure if he was too old now.

"Come ere sport," Bobby said, solving Dean's dilemma by opening his arms. Dean leapt forward and embraced him tightly.

"Sammy's sick Uncle Bobby," he said.

"Where is he buddy?" Bobby asked and Dean led him over to the bed.

"Sam?" Bobby said quietly, "Sammy?"

"Uncle Bobby?" Sam rasped, "What are you doing here?"

"Dean called me buddy," Bobby explained, "Told me you were sick." He placed his hand on Sam's forehead and frowned.

"Definitely a fever," he said and turned to Dean, "When was the last time you took his temperature?"

"Before I called you," Dean said, "Do you want to take it again now?"

"Yeah, that way we'll know whether to take him to my place or the hospital." Bobby said and Dean ran across the room to get the thermometer. He slipped it under his brother's tongue and ran his fingers gently through Sam's brown hair. When Dean pulled it out and looked at it he sighed in relief.

"It's the same as before," he told Bobby.

"Alright, we'll take him back to my place and get his fever down," Bobby said, "Don't worry Dean, everything's gonna be fine." Dean nodded and helped Bobby get Sam and their things to his car. Dean got in the backseat with Sam and wrapped his arms around his brother.

"Don't worry Sammy, Uncle Bobby's gonna make everything better," Dean whispered as they drove off.

Alright, I may or may not do a part two with this, I haven't decided yet.

I hope you guys enjoyed it! Thanks for reading!