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22 January 2007 @ 01:16 pm
Supernatural Gen Fiction: Bedside Manners  
Title: Bedside Manners
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Sam and Dean (Gen)
Rating: PG
Summary: Even demon hunters get sick, and woe betide the people who live with them.
Author's Notes: A little something written for 60_minute_fics, for the reintroduced prompt of Love Vows: In sickness and in health (originally 12/1/06).

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"Got any more of that red stuff?" Dean's voice was a wet, broken rasp.

"The cough medicine? You're good for two more hours."

"It's not addictive, Sam—give it," Dean grumbled, and rolled over onto his stomach to hack and gasp until his ribs ached.

"It's not working very well." Sam poured out a dose and reached for Dean's forehead. The sticky-warm heat under his fingers sent him into the bathroom for aspirin and a damp washcloth.

"Gonna take care of me Sam?" Dean mumbled. Sam helped him with the aspirin and settled him down into bed.

"I don't know—can you take care of yourself?"

Not today, Dean thought blearily.

Sam tucked the covers around him and snapped off the lamp, leaving the room nearly dark but for the gray light from the rainstorm outside. Dean tried to keep from coughing, from moving—from being—as Sam pulled up a chair beside him and flipped through TV stations with the remote.

After awhile, Dean was drowsy and Bugs Bunny's voice was in his head. He thought he heard thunder, but it might have been a commercial or a truck out on the highway.

Sam laughed under his breath, and Dean stopped fighting the situation. A few minutes later, he was finally asleep.

***

"I hate this thing!" Sam brandished his plaster-coated arm.

"Could be worse—could be your legs," Dean commented. They'd both been through this time and again.

Broken bones sucked, but they were inevitable in a life like theirs. Once in awhile, Evil was faster or smarter, and you couldn't complain about it much if you made it through alive.

"Hand me that coat-hanger," Sam ordered. "And bend it open."

Dean spread it out, knowing what was coming.

It didn't keep him from wincing when Sam shoved it down the cast to attack an unrelenting itch.

***

"These boots are ruined," Dean groaned as he put them in the bathtub. Military-capable, gotten from a thrift store five years back—they were comfortable and had lasted through everything but the demon blood that finally took them down.

"This gash in your back doesn't look that great either." Sam pulled up Dean's shirt and swabbed the wound with hydrogen peroxide. Antibiotic ointment and butterfly bandages closed it off.

"Gotta make more rock-salt bullets again," Dean mumbled. He was suddenly just so tired.

Sam helped him to the bed and turned down the covers, positioning a pillow to keep Dean from rolling over in his sleep.

"We'll do it tomorrow," Sam promised.

Dean just looked at him vaguely, like he'd already forgotten why Sam was talking…

***

"It hurts!"

"It's just a burn, Sammy, a little one." Dean turned the water on cold, cold, cold and put Sam's finger under it while he got some ice.

"You won't tell Daddy I got it from the toaster?"

"Not if you don't want me to."

But the broken toaster in the garbage would be harder to hide when Dad came back. If only Dean hadn't used the Holy Water on it, instead of unplugging it.

Too late now.

***

"Don't you want your cake?"

"No, Sammy—you can have it." Dean's stomach clenched and rolled at the thought of that cake, of the traitorous smells that surrounded it.

"But it's your birthday!"

"It'll be there when I'm ready." If I don't die first.

Number Ten wasn't looking that great, so far. Spending it with a stomach flu was proof.

***

"Dean," Sam whispered in the dark. He couldn't stop worrying.

"What is it, Sammy?"

"My owie today. I don't think it's getting better."

"You hurt yourself just this morning, Sammy. You've got to give it time."

"What if it never gets better? Daddy barely looked at it." Sam twisted his arm and tried to check it for himself.

Dean sighed, and Sam hoped he wasn't mad. But then Dean reached out and lifted Sam's elbow gently up to his lips.

Sam settled down afterwards, content to go to sleep.

Only Dean understood that kisses made it better. Band-aids alone were never enough.



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When it is darkest, men see the stars.witchofthedogs on January 22nd, 2007 09:25 pm (UTC)
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

So good.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 22nd, 2007 10:20 pm (UTC)
Hi, Witchy! Nice to see you here. :)
bluesister on January 22nd, 2007 09:35 pm (UTC)
I usually all gender-neutral but...your Dean is such a MOM.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 22nd, 2007 10:22 pm (UTC)
I try not to make him too much of a Mom, but the thing is, Dean had one and Sam really didn't, and I'm sure there were times when Dean remembered what it was like to have someone respect your aches and pains instead of expecting you to buck up and move on...

More than anything, I think he was a really good brother. Which Sam ought to have appreciated more... ;)
mercurybard on January 22nd, 2007 09:39 pm (UTC)
Poor Sammy with the itch under the cast. That whole little chunk was just priceless.

"These boots are ruined," Dean groaned as he put them in the bathtub.
*sniff* I hate saying good-bye to boots. They deserve little funerals or something when they die. At least he's coherent enough to gripe.

If only Dean hadn't used the Holy Water on it, instead of unplugging it.
Possessed toaster! Must have gotten it from Bobby. And over-protective Dean is just too cute.

Only Dean understood that kisses made it better. Band-aids alone were never enough.
Awwww....

These was nice and homey.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 22nd, 2007 10:25 pm (UTC)
Poor Sammy with the itch under the cast. That whole little chunk was just priceless.
I have never had one myself, but I've seen the lengths people will go to. Argh! :0

*sniff* I hate saying good-bye to boots. They deserve little funerals or something when they die. At least he's coherent enough to gripe.
Dean's boots would be worse-- how often is he going to run across a pair that'll stand up to how he uses them, and still be somewhat comfortable? :D Not every boot likes being trekked through mud and slime and blood and water. :0

Nice and homey.
Thank you. :) I almost thought about mentioning that they run in reverse chronology, but then I thought that would probably be awfully heavy-handed... We are smarter than the average bear tubeJunkie in this fandom.
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janissa11: young Sammy & Dean 2janissa11 on January 22nd, 2007 10:35 pm (UTC)
Darling! Love them each and every one, and wanna snuggle the wee ones and rub their little noses. EEEEE!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 23rd, 2007 06:20 am (UTC)
Thank you, Em! I get such a kick out of the wee!Winchesters, and I'm not sure why. But they're so very angsty-cute in their own special way.

I have such envy for that icon... :)
a rearranger of the proverbial bookshelf: Sam - wee!embroiderama on January 22nd, 2007 10:45 pm (UTC)
Oh, I love these very, very much!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 23rd, 2007 06:21 am (UTC)
Thank you! I think "Wee!Winchesters for the Win" should be the new fandom motto (next to "Bestiality Jokes-- Staving Off All Your Boredom Needs"). :)
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 23rd, 2007 06:23 am (UTC)
Those were the clearest parts of the story for me when I was writing the prompt-- the opening, the closing, and the fact that telling the story backwards somehow made more sense.

Took me two tries to actually finish, since I kept nodding off so badly the first time that I got halfway through the second of the sixth before I just couldn't stay awake. :0
Nicole: Sam & Dean - brothersblue_icy_rose on January 22nd, 2007 10:58 pm (UTC)
Oh I love this! All of them are great with the boys taking care of each other and then you close it off with wee!Winchesters and just....awww.

*cuddles story*

*puts in memories*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 23rd, 2007 06:34 am (UTC)
Thank you so much. And Memoried-- Eeep! *is all smiley and thrilled* ♥
girlguidejonesgirlguidejones on January 22nd, 2007 11:04 pm (UTC)
"Dean tried to keep from coughing, from moving—from being—"

God. Haven't we all just been there before? So accurate! And I love the wee boys. Well done!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 23rd, 2007 06:37 am (UTC)
God. Haven't we all just been there before? So accurate!
Oh, there are just times when you're sick that you'd like to vacate your body and come back when it's done being so miserable to live in. Every little movement sets something off again. :0

And I love the wee boys. Well done!
That seemed so perfect somehow-- it's a series of matter-of-fact devotion, and really it all began so long ago. Big brother Dean rules. :)
sixxsixxsixx23sixxsixxsixx23 on January 22nd, 2007 11:09 pm (UTC)
Aww! The wee!chesters always make my day. I love this.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 23rd, 2007 06:38 am (UTC)
I have developed such love for the wee!Winchesters over time. A year ago, I wouldn't have believed it, but their lives in childhood are such a wonderful mix of the ordinary and the unbelievable. :)
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 23rd, 2007 07:02 am (UTC)
Holy water on the toaster...*shakes head*
:D You just know it's one of those things that would have made sense at the time, until it proved to be really, really wrong.

Kind of like Dean getting ready to go all Kung-fu on the old lady in the hospital in "Something Wicked," and it turns out that she was harmless even if deeply weird. Thank goodness he stopped in time. :0
I'm for wine and the embrace of questionable women: heartsmissyjack on January 22nd, 2007 11:41 pm (UTC)
Sweet - and I just know a Dean kiss would cure Ebola!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on January 23rd, 2007 07:03 am (UTC)
:D I like your thinking, MissyJack!

Poor kids. I can't see a soldierDaddyWidower even thinking about stuff like that, though it is strangely important to the little people. :)
Grace: Bad move buddy: By carmendoveforgotten_pixie on January 22nd, 2007 11:48 pm (UTC)
I really like this, so nice and domestic and natural. Very sweet :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 23rd, 2007 07:07 am (UTC)
Thank you! It's funny, I never expected a story about such ordinary things to speak to people so much. This has been quite a wonderful surprise. :)
Stacey: spn die for youstaceey on January 22nd, 2007 11:55 pm (UTC)
Loved all of them! But the last one gave me a MAJOR awwwww moment. =D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 23rd, 2007 07:08 am (UTC)
Loved all of them! But the last one gave me a MAJOR awwwww moment. =D
Thank you! *squeaks* Poor Dean, even when he doesn't want to do it, he'll still make the gesture for Sam. Thank goodness someone does. :)
Legolas McGee: sammydance - supernaturalseveredscythe on January 22nd, 2007 11:59 pm (UTC)
asdfljasfd I melted into a pile of goo at the last one but auugh. -sammy-. -DEAN-

So much love.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 23rd, 2007 08:41 pm (UTC)
:D Hee! You just know Dean would be all awesome like that, even though he might be griping inside his head. ;)

Love, love, LOVE that icon. Jared's wackyDance just cracks me up. :D
Entendre? Make mine a double.: SN chibi Dean ahemdeirdre_c on January 23rd, 2007 12:00 am (UTC)
N'awwwww! So, so sweet! Like Dean's birthday cake! *num num*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 23rd, 2007 08:42 pm (UTC)
I tell you, I didn't write the sweetness on purpose here. But those early ages are just so wonderfully appealing sometimes. :)