Supernatural Sickfic Oneshots

Dad's dead and Dean's AWOL

Sam's reaction to John dying and Dean obsessing over his car. Bobby has to step in. Spoilers through Season 2.

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"Dean, have you seen Sam?" Bobby asked, the older Winchester.

"I ain't his keeper." Dean grumbled back, from underneath the impala.

Bobby looked at Dean, or well what he could see of Dean which was his legs, thoughtfully, wondering what was causing this behavior from the boy that used to be obsessed with keeping tabs on his little brother. He understood that John had died, but he wasn't exactly close to either of the boys. 

"Well if you see him, send him inside." Bobby said gruffly, stomping away. 

Dean waved him off, not really in the mood to play babysitter to his adult little brother. He'd much rather focus on something less emotional... his dad's, or rather his impala.

Bobby stomped inside, picking up his phone, and dialed the younger Winchester again. The call went automatically to voicemail again, and caused the older man to feel a slight sense of panic.

He walked into the boys' bedroom, no sign of the younger Winchester. He could see Sam's backpack and duffle were on the floor, at the end of his bed. Seeing that helped Bobby relax a bit, knowing the boy hadn't run off again. 

He walked back out to the kitchen, as he started cooking for the three of them. He listened to the quiet around him, jumping slightly when he heard a muffled thump. It wasn't the same as any of the noises made by Dean fixing the impala, it sounded more like something big falling down. He moved to check the only area he hadn't, the basement.

He looked down the stairs, hearing muffled moans and thumping noises. He ran down the stairs in concern, gasping at what he saw. 

"Sam! Easy," Bobby gasped, rushing to the boy's side. 

Sam was locked in a grand mal seizure, flailing about and gagging on his own breath. He couldn't stop seizing, and it was making it hard for him to breathe.

Bobby rolled Sam onto his side, clapping him on the back gently. "Breathe, kid." he said, as Sam vomited on the ground beside his head. 

He held Sam against him, helping the boy calm down. He sighed in relief, when he saw that the seizure was subsiding finally. 

"Hey kid, how are you feeling?" he asked, when he saw Sam struggling to open his eyes.

"Bobby?" Sam moaned softly, whimpering at the pain that was shooting through him. 

"Hey kiddo," Bobby said gruffly, wiping the sweaty hair off the boy's forehead. 

"Was it a seizure?" Sam asked, wrinkling his nose when he looked down at his wet pants and the small puddle of vomit.

"Yeah, has this been happening a lot?" Bobby asked in concern, just then noticing that Sam had wet his pants. 

"Only since the accident. Doctor said they'd go away eventually." the boy explained weakly. 

"Okay, well, let's get you cleaned up and get some tylenol in your system, you're going to have one hell of a headache." Bobby said gently, standing up and slowly pulling Sam to his feet. 

"Bobby..." Sam whimpered. gasping out as he doubled over. 

"Easy, kid, what's wrong?" Bobby asked quickly, bracing the boy firmly.

"My stomach hurts." Sam whispered weakly, as he coughed a couple times trying not to throw up again. 

"Come on, let's get you upstairs to the bathroom." Bobby suggested, guiding a hunched over Sam upstairs slowly.