𝖬𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 | 𝖲𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅

Her mother hen, Sammy.

Sam-15
Meredith-7

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Meredith was one of those kids who hardly ever got sick, so when she was, it was as if the sky had fallen. To Sam and Dean at least. And it wasn't as if John didn't care that his daughter was sick, but he was used to it. When Dean was a young boy, John always got grey hair at his son's illness. Whether that be a cold or broken arm. He was a new parent, and those amplified feelings can sometimes be too much to understand. With Sam, it was somewhat better. He knew what to expect at least. And with his daughter, he didn't stress about the common cold anymore.

Sam and Dean, however, did very much so. After all, they were the ones who were practically raising Meredith. And today was one of those days. John and Dean were out on a hunt, Sam staying behind to take care of his little sister, and he was practically a basket case. Biting his nails and looking up home remedies on the internet. It was useless though, since they were staying at a hotel. What was he going to make out of complimentary bar soap and shampoo? And in reality, Meredith wasn't even that sick. Just a small cold, not even a fever. She found it funny watching Sam act like a mother hen, even more so than usual.

She was completely fine, other than some sniffles and a cough. But to Sam, well, that was the full blown flu.

Meredith laid rested on the motel bed, Sam sitting close by as he typed away, looking for any quick ideas on how to get rid of her sickness. She was bored out of her mind. Sam wouldn't let her get up for anything besides to use the bathroom. He insisted on handling everything she needed, and while she loved her brother dearly, it was just a tad annoying for the girl.

She watched the t.v in front of her like a lifeless zombie, completely uninterested with the show that was broadcasted. She wanted to change the station, but she didn't want to have Sam stand there and flip through the channels for her. Her nose may have been leaking, but she wasn't paralyzed.

From where he was sitting, she could perhaps crawl her way to the television set with ought being detected. She carefully lifted her blanket, moving slowly as to not make a sound. But before she could even put her tiny foot on the ground, she had been caught.

"Meredith, stay in bed." Sam said from the table, eyes still locked on the computer screen. Did this man have eyes on the back of his head? The girl huffed dramatically and collapsed against her pillow.

"Sammy, I'm bored!" She cried, her voice scratchy and hoarse.

He closed his laptop and turned his body towards her. "Don't strain your voice, you'll only make it worse, Mer."

"I can't talk either?" She pouted. Despite her annoyed attitude, Sam let out a slight chuckle. His sister was unbelievably stubborn. He was completely baffled at how his father put up with it. He hardly ever did with him and his brother. He always figured it was because she was the youngest, his little girl. However, it didn't make him feel unappreciated or feel desperate for his father's love, it was just considered free entertainment for him and Dean.

"Don't be silly, Meredith." He smiled. "I just don't want you to wear yourself out."

"Sammy, the t.v is only six feet away." She giggled, causing Sam to also laugh.

"Yeah, I guess your right." He nodded. "Okay, you can change the channel." He gestured to the t.v, setting back in his chair.

The seven year old grinned a toothy smile and pounced out of bed, but before she could even reach the t.v, she let out a sneeze. Sam snapped his head over to her and instantly went to pick her up. "Sammy, you said!" She whined as he tucked her back in.