supernatural (cast) sickfics

poor sammy

Sam had always been the healthy one. He rarely got sick, and when he did, it was usually just a cold that lasted a few days. So when he woke up feeling nauseous and dizzy, he wasn't sure what was happening.

He stumbled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, trying not to wake Dean. But as soon as he entered the bathroom, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to hide his illness from his older brother.

Dean was already awake, sitting on the edge of his bed and rubbing his eyes. "You okay, Sammy?"

Sam shook his head, feeling the nausea rise in his throat. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

Dean was on his feet in an instant, grabbing a trash can from the corner of the room and holding it out for Sam to vomit into. Sam felt embarrassed and vulnerable, but he couldn't deny that it was nice to have Dean there to take care of him.

After a few minutes, Sam was able to stop vomiting. He lay back on the bathroom floor, feeling weak and shaky. Dean sat next to him, rubbing his back and murmuring words of comfort.

"It's okay, Sammy. I've got you."

Sam nodded but didn't say anything. He was too busy trying not to throw up again.

Eventually, Dean helped Sam to his feet and led him back to their shared bed. He tucked him in, making sure that he had plenty of blankets and a bucket nearby.

"I'm gonna go get some medicine for you," Dean said. "You just rest."

Sam nodded, grateful for his brother's help. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his stomach, but the dizziness and nausea persisted.

Dean returned a few minutes later with a bottle of ginger ale and some crackers. He helped Sam sit up and drink the ginger ale, which seemed to settle his stomach a little.

"Thanks, Dean," Sam said, his voice weak.

Dean shrugged. "It's no big deal, Sammy. I'm just glad that I can help."

Over the next few hours, Sam drifted in and out of sleep. Dean stayed by his side, bringing him more ginger ale and crackers and checking his temperature.

Eventually, Sam's fever broke, and he started to feel a little better. He sat up and drank some water, feeling grateful for his brother's care.

"You okay now, Sammy?" Dean asked, his hand on Sam's forehead.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Thanks, Dean."

Dean smiled. "Anytime, little brother. That's what family is for."

Sam felt a surge of emotion, knowing that he was lucky to have a brother like Dean. He had always taken care of Sam, even when Sam didn't realize he needed it.

As the day wore on, Sam started to feel more like himself. His appetite returned, and he was able to eat some soup and toast that Dean had made for him.

Dean didn't seem upset or angry about Sam getting sick in the Impala. He just took care of his brother and made sure that he was comfortable.

Sam knew that he was lucky to have a brother like Dean. They may have had their differences, but they were always there for each other when it counted.

As the night wore on, Sam felt his strength returning. He was tired and still a little shaky, but he knew that he was going to be okay.

"Thanks, Dean," Sam said again, his eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep.

Dean ruffled his hair. "Anytime, Sammy. Just don't do it in the Impala again, okay?"

Sam grinned, feeling a little more like himself.