Supernatural One Shots

I don't need any more blankets

Sam had been feeling under the weather for a few days, and it was starting to take its toll on him. He had a fever, a cough, and a runny nose, and he was feeling absolutely miserable. He had tried to get up and move around, but it only made him feel worse. He knew he needed to rest, but he couldn't seem to get comfortable.

Dean had been trying to help, but he didn't seem to know what to do. He kept bringing Sam tea, chocolate bars, and a ton of blankets. Sam was grateful for the gesture, but he couldn't help but think that Dean needed to calm down and think for a second.

"Dean, I appreciate everything you're doing, but I don't think I need any more blankets," Sam said weakly.

Dean looked at Sam with concern. "But you're shivering, man. I thought you needed more blankets."

"I think I'm just hot and cold at the same time. I don't think more blankets are going to help," Sam replied.

Dean nodded slowly, trying to think of something else he could do to help. "What about soup? Do you want some soup?"

Sam shook his head. "I don't think I can keep anything down right now."

Dean frowned, feeling helpless. He wanted to do something to help his brother, but he didn't know what else to do.

He sat down next to Sam and placed a hand on his forehead. "You're burning up, man. Maybe I should call a doctor."

Sam shook his head. "I don't think it's that serious. I just need to rest and let my body fight off whatever this is."

Dean nodded slowly, still feeling uneasy. He knew Sam was tough, but he didn't like seeing him like this.

"Dean, I appreciate everything you're doing, but I think I just need to rest. Maybe you could just sit with me for a little while?" Sam suggested.

Dean smiled, relieved to have a simple task to do. He pulled up a chair next to Sam's bed and sat down. "Sure thing, Sammy. I'll be here as long as you need me."

Sam closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the blankets and the presence of his brother next to him. He knew he was in good hands, and that was enough to help him relax and get some much-needed rest.

Dean sat there for a while, watching Sam sleep. He couldn't help but think about all the times Sam had taken care of him when he was sick. He remembered how Sam would make him soup, bring him blankets, and sit with him until he felt better. Now it was his turn to return the favor.

As he sat there, he started to think about all the good times they had shared over the years. They had been through so much together, and he knew that no matter what happened, they would always have each other's backs.

Eventually, Sam started to stir, and Dean knew it was time to go. He stood up and stretched, feeling a bit stiff from sitting for so long.

"I'm gonna go grab some lunch. Do you want anything?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "No thanks, I'm not really hungry."

"Alright, well, I'll be back in a little bit. You just rest up," Dean said, patting Sam's arm.

Sam smiled weakly. "Thanks, Dean. I really appreciate everything you're doing."

Dean grinned. "Hey, what are brothers for?"

With that, he headed out of the room, feeling a bit lighter than when he had come in. He knew that Sam was going to be okay, and that was all that really mattered.

Dean made himself a sandwich and brought it up to Sam's room. He sat with him and chatted for a while, and Sam started to feel a bit better.

As the days went on, Sam slowly started to recover. He was still weak, but he was feeling a lot better than he had before. Dean continued to take care of him, and Sam knew that he was in good hands.

Eventually, he was back on his feet, and life returned to normal. But he knew that he would never forget how Dean tried to make him feel better.