Supernatural DDLB Oneshots

Sick nights

Papa: Sam

Daddy: Cas

Little: Dean

"I'll take him in," Sam whispered to Cas, grabbing Dean from the backseat of the Impala. "Grab the bags?"

"I got it," Cas nodded, watching Sam walk into the run-down motel room. He went to the trunk, and quickly grabbed the bags (can't risk the public seeing the arsenal in the back...). After, he trudged into their room.

"It's alright, Deany," Sam soothed. He had laid Dean on the bed farthest from the door, and was coaxing him back to sleep. Cas smiled at the sight of his two boys.

***

"Wanna take a shower?" Cas asked Sam. Dean had finally settled down with his stuffy, so they were the only ones up. 

"Yeah," Sam breathed, cracking his back as he stood from the couch. "Ugh, that bed better be decent, or I'm gonna have to find a chiropractor."

"I'll massage it," Cas offered, wanting to help his lover ease the pain.

"If you're sure, angel," Sam said. He was stripping and turning on the hot water.

"I insist," Cas said, following suit. He stepped under the steaming water, facing Sam's back. He softly ran his hands up Sam's back, settling them between his shoulder blades, kneading the tan skin. "Here?"

"Over a bit," Sam instructed.

"Here?" Cas moved his hands closer to his shoulder.

"Mmm," Sam moaned. Cas chuckled, I'll take that as a yes!

***

After their shower, Sam and Cas made sure Dean was set for the night, and settled in the other bed. Once comfortably cuddled, they slowly drifted to sleep, the shitty motel TV on a random late night talk show.

1 a.m.

Sam shot up out of the bed when he heard the sound of retching, followed by loud sobs.

"P-papa," he found his baby boy hanging over the toilet in the bathroom.

"Oh, Deany," Sam rushed to his side, rubbing his back as he retched again.

"What's wrong?" Cas came into the bathroom, having heard the commotion.

"M-me tummy h-huwts," Dean managed through tears. He was holding his stomach, head still hovering above the toilet. "P-papa, i-it huwts."

"M'sorry, bubs," it broke Sam's heart. Seeing the pain and discomfort in the boy's eyes.

"I saw a store just up the road," Cas said. "I'll go get some medicine and Pedialyte. Anything else?"

"No, we have extra clothes and diapers in the car, if he needs them."

"Alright, I'll be back soon," Cas kissed Sam, gave Dean a peck on his head, and grabbed the keys. "Love y'all."

After Cas left, and Dean quit vomiting, Sam hoisted him up and took him to the couch. He gave him Sniffles, the stuffed elephant Cas bought him for Valentine's Day, and his green, fluffy blanket.

"How you feeling, Deany?" Sam asked, rubbing soothing circles into his back.

"No good, Papa," the boy replied. This made Sam frown. Normally, Dean was an adventurous, loud, and outgoing little, which aligns with Big Dean. Always asking questions, trying to help, and never being able to sit still for longer than five minutes. He gets in plenty of trouble, mostly related to his never-ending mood swings. One minute he's a happy camper, but the second he gets told no, it becomes World War 3, a zombie apocalypse, and hell breaking loose, all strangely combined into one horrendous catastrophe. You don't want to be present when that happens...

"I know, bubs," Sam whispered. "When Daddy gets back, we'll make it all feel better." Dean nodded, tears still visuable in his eyes.

***

"I'm back," Cas announced, but not to loudly, when he got back. He handed Sam the medicine and went to the mini kitchen, grabbing a bottle out of Dean's bag. He poured the Pedialyte into said bottle, and brought it back to Dean.

"Sit up, so you can take your medicine," Sam helped the sick boy up, and handed him the little cup of "grape" flavored syrup. He drank it, and immediately reached for his bottle, wanting to replace the awful taste with fruit punch. Sam picked the boy up, Dean wrapping his legs around Papa's waist and laying his head in the crook of his neck, and slowly paised the living room, Cas sitting on the couch looking at their boy sympathetically. 

About an hour later, Dean had finally dozed off, drooling on Sam's bare shoulder. He took the boy and gently laid him in the middle of his and Cas' bed, which made the boy stur.

"Papa, Daddy," Dean mumbled.

"We're right here, sweet boy," Cas reassured.

"Wove, 'ou," he slurred, rolling over onto his belly and drifting off again.

"We love you, baby," Sam mumbled, planting a kiss on his warm forehead.

"Yes we do," Cas followed suit. They both climbed in bed, sandwiching their boy between them. 

The only thing good about sick nights?

The cuddles!!

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Anywho, as you may know, I'm currently working on a book with my fav. human ever, Kalli, the books called: Crashing Down. You can find it on my profile, but I'm already trying to find ideas for another story. So, here's the idea:

I want to do a Supernatural AU!!!!

Something as cute, fluffy, and heart-warming as little Deany with his blankie!

However, I can't decide which ship to use... Ugh, my life problems...

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What should the plot/au be? (Mpreg, angst, just an uwu marriage)

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