Supernatural Sickfic Oneshots

Surprise Sick Sammy

Here is the special chapter that was voted for, I am so beyond sorry it took so long to get up. I was super busy, and kept getting writer's block when I was free. I hope this chapter is enjoyable! As long as you know who Jack is, you're golden!

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Dean woke up early, got ready, and started making coffee, before looking around in surprise that Sam wasn't up yet. He figured oh well, he must have needed the extra sleep, and left his giant brother alone, as he sat down to work on stuff on Sam's laptop.

Hours ticked by, and he was starting to wonder where his brother was. So he got up to go check on him when Sam emerged from the hallway, looking ghost white with bedraggled hair and rumpled clothes.

Sam stumbled into the hallway, almost too dizzy to see straight. All he knew was he didn't feel well at all, and he needed his big brother to fix it somehow. As cheesy and cliched as that seemed.

He could barely breathe through his nose, his head was killing him, his stomach ached and was bloated, and he felt like his chest was burning like he'd run a marathon. He had felt okay ish this morning, but the symptoms had hit hard and fast, and now he was miserable as all get out.

Dean took one look at his brother and sighed softly, before pulling his taller brother into a protective hug. "You okay, Sammy?" He asked gently, putting his hand on Sam's forehead then cheek, eliciting a moan each time.

Sam shook his head slowly, as that kind of movement made the room spin edgily. "M dizzy, need to sit down, before i fall." He warned Dean, as he could feel the darkness closing in on his vision.

Dean quickly grabbed a chair and guided Sam to sit in it, as the younger man went limp and lost consciousness. "Sam!" He yelled, pulling Sam's head forward and clapping his hand on the man's cheek roughly a few times, trying to wake him up, to no avail.

He knew he should be worried that Sam was unresponsive, but he had a feeling that the raging fever he felt brewing under his big little brother's skin was the cause of it. He ran into the kitchen, grabbed some ice packs, filled some extra bags of ice, and grabs some towels to protect Sam's skin. He then ran back out to the living room area, and started to place the ice packs around Sam's body, wrapping towels around the ice packs that would potentially touch his brother's bare skin.

"Gotta get your temp down, Sammy boy." he mumbled to himself, not caring if he looked like an idjit.

Jack walked into the room exactly as Dean said this to no one. "What are you doing?" he asked curiously, as he watched Dean intently.

Dean jumped, reaching for the half-filled coffee mug on the table, since he didn't have a knife or gun on him, until he realized it was just Jack and visibly relaxed.

"I'm trying to lower his temperature without forcing him into an icebath. Don't sneak up on me, next time I might end up shooting you." he warned darkly.

"That won't harm me, Dean." Jack said calmly, rolling his eyes for emphasis. "Why do you need to cool Sam down?" he asked thoughtfully, observing the ice and ice packs that were melting and warming up.

"He has one hell of a fever, that I need to bring down." Dean explained gently, as he bent in half towards Sam, searching the younger man's face for signs of alertness.

Jack watched on curiously, as Sam frowned deeply and started to wake up.

Sam stirred and opened his eyes, blinking a few times as his vision was mighty blurry, which only served to confuse him further.