Supernatural Sickfic Oneshots

Teens and Concussions Don't Mix Well

Requested by Ram_3500. Adam is 15. Enjoy!
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Sam was flung across the room, followed shortly after by Dean, both crumpling in an exhausted heap. The ghost they were fighting was way stronger than anticipated, resulting in them being thrown about like rag-dolls, while Adam burned the bones in the basement secretly.

As the ghost moved into finish the boys off, Adam ran up the stairs from the basement.

"Hey ugly, over here!" he yelled, distracting the ghost away from his brothers and it advanced on him rapidly. He backed down the hall, crying out when the ghost flung him head first into a banister.

Sam recovered first, ran downstairs and lit the bones on fire, before running upstairs to check on the how conscious Dean and waking up Adam.

"You good?" he asked them, earning a nod from Dean and a shrug from Adam, who had blood dripping from a good size cut on the side of his hairline.

He helps Dean and Adam up, noticing that the youngest was abit off balance but chocked it up to the blow to the head, and led the way out to the car.

Adam happily curled up in the backseat and promptly fell asleep, before Dean even started driving, which struck the older two as odd but they let it go.

Dean started the long drive to their motel, about twelve hours away, wishing for once that they had planned a bit better.

"He probably shouldn't be sleeping after that whack to the head." Sam said, after a couple hours, and Adam was still dead to the world.

"He's just tired." Dean said, using a tone that implied Sam needed to relax a bit.

Sam sighed and shook his head. "What if he has a concussion and never wakes up?" he demanded, running a hand through his own long locks.

"Then wake him up." Dean said, trying to hide he was beginning to worry now too.

Sam reached back and shook Adam's shoulder lightly, earning a loud groan and moan from the fifteen year old. "Adam? I need you to look at me, bud." he said firmly.

Adam struggled to open his eyes, as dizziness overwhelmed his senses. "Pull over..." he pleaded urgently. He swallowed hard, his eyes widening, as a loud and unproductive gag escaped his lips.

"Whoa! Dude, Not in the car!" Dean panicked, pulling over quickly, as Sam helped Adam out of the car.

Adam staggered unsteadily, before dropping to his knees and retching violently onto the gravel beneath him. He felt Sam's strong arms lift him to his Feet, and support him, as vomit poured from his lips, costing where he had just knelt moments before.

He choked and sputtered, bringing up more and more of his stomach contents, breathing less and less as it happened. When he finally stopped, he went limp in Sam's arms, fighting hard to stay awake.

"M sorry." he slurred, his head nodding in a dizzying motion, telling Sam that he was too dizzy to function on his own.

"Let's get you into the car, and get you to the motel, so we can keep you comfortable until you can sleep. But no sleeping yet, it could hurt you." Sam warned, guiding Adam to the car slowly, as the teen was so unsteady he could barely walk.

Adam staggered and stumbled, wobbling close to falling over if it hadn't been for Sam being there the whole time to support him.

"Thanks, Sam." He slurred softly, leaning heavily on his brother for a break, when they got to the car, finally taking a chance to stop and catch his breath.

"Ready to get in the car?" Sam asked gently, catching Dean's eye and shaking his head quickly to tell him get ready to drive. Dean nodded in response, ready to go, besides slipping his jacket off so he could give it to Adam.

Adam nodded, clumsily climbing into the car, collapsed into his seat, and happily wrapped Dean's jacket around himself, before tightly wrapping his arms around his stomach.

"No sleep, right?" Dean asked the youngest Winchester, earning a whimper of discomfort from Adam, as he pulled back onto the road after Sam was situated.

"Yeah, no sleeping yet." Adam said hoarsely, with a weak yawn, as he settled back in his seat looking dizzy and sick.

Dean turned on some louder music hoping it would help keep Adam awake, watching in dismay, as the teen's face contorted in pain, but Adam didn't complain, he just looked out the window and watched as the impala gobbled up the road to the motel. He turned the music down, mumbling an apology for the noise, but no one answered him, as Sam was reading the map, and Adam was too busy trying not to puke or pass out.

They drove in silence for about ten hours, pulling over every hour or so for Adam to puke his guts up, before Dean finally said that they were in the homestretch to the motel, earning a groan from the teen in his and Sam's care. Sometimes he wondered why Adam had chosen to live with him and Sam, but then he thought about life with his dad and he knew the answer. Their dad did his best, but sometimes his best just wasn't enough for three growing boys.

Sam had moved into the backseat about two hours before, hoping to help Adam feel better, but the teen was so dizzy and disoriented to be able to do anything but stare at the horizon and try not to vomit. "Let's get him home, he is really sick, Dean." He said quickly, becoming increasingly worried about the concussion that was still affecting the teen.

Dean nodded and drove the last hour, peeking back at Adam whenever it was safe to do so. "When can he sleep? You and I both know, he won't feel better until he sleeps this off," he said in concern, relieved when he saw the sign for the motel in the distance.

"I think when we get inside he can. It's been hours since he hit his head." Sam said, hoping he was right about his information on concussions.

"I can hear you." Adam said, sputtering suddenly, as he gagged up bile out of nowhere, into his hands.

Dean pulled into the parking lot, hopped out, and helped Adam out, who brought up more bile as soon as he was out of the car, the teen leaned against the car to stay upright.

He looked in the car, relieved that Adam had thought ahead, and caught the mess, not allowing it in the car, but felt bad for caring while his little brother was sick beside him.

Sam walked over and supported Adam again, noting how shaky the teen felt, but also noticed that he wasn't swaying as much.

"Thanks, Sam." Adam said breathlessly, going limp against his big brother, fighting to stay awake, as all he wanted to do was sleep.

"You're welcome. How you feeling?" Sam asked gently, hoping it was better, as he led his little brother to their room.

"Better, I just need to sleep." Adam admitted, relieved that some of the dizziness was gone finally.

Sam sighed in relief, leading Adam directly to bed, which the teen collapsed in, falling asleep almost instantly. "Sleep well, kiddo." He said gently.

"Asleep already?" Dean asked, walking into the room a few minutes later.

"Oh yeah," Sam said enthusiastically, rolling his eyes.
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When Adam woke up the following morning he was fine, minus a sore throat from all the vomiting. He learned to be more careful and how to care for someone with a concussion, and eventually returned the favor for Sam and Dean in turn.

I hope you enjoyed this little fic. As always: vote, comment, and request away. Love you all! <3