Supernatural One-Shots

Sick Sammy

Sam was stooped over the toilet, his hair slightly obscuring his face. I knelt beside him and rubbed his back gently. Of course it smelled dreadful, but I’d read about people doing this in fanfics and it seemed to work out for them… So I stayed by his side. He was shaking. He looked up at me and pushed his slightly damp hair back with one hand. His face glistened, faintly, in the dim lights.

His eyes glittered as he whispered, “Thanks.”

I smiled back.

I brushed his hair back, seeing as it had slid back in his face. I let my fingers trail down his cheek, and then I leaned forward and kissed his cheek, just in front of his ear, letting my hand slide to the back of his neck. He sighed and I could tell he already felt better.