"Damn, what happened to you?" Sam chuckles as his older brother slowly makes his way down the stairs. "You look like ass." His daughter Elena scoffs looking up from her laptop. "Thanks, sweetheart." Dean chuckles sitting next to his brother. "So what happened?" Sam questions. "Great. Salt and burn. Then Garth caught the fucking stomach bug and passed it on to me. I had to stop every half hour and puke my guts up on the side of the road." Dean mutters tiredly laying his head on the edge of the table. "Damn did Baby survive?" Elena jokes getting up. "That's my girl. Yeah, she's all good." Dean chuckles. "How are you feeling?" She asked heading to the kitchen. "I'm alright. Tired, nauseous." Dean sighs. "Go get in the shower, I'll make you some soup," Elena shouts. "Thanks, sweetheart. That's a good idea." Dean says standing up. He sways and Sam immediately stands up wrapping an arm around his brother's sore abdomen. "I'll help you out a little." He explains walking him down the hall to his room.
An hour later Dean was showered and in bed eating the tomato and rice soup his daughter made him while watching a Scooby Doo marathon. "Can I get you anything?" Elena asked from the doorway. "No, I'm alright. Get some rest, Lena." He smiles. "Love you, Daddy." She smiles back heading to her room. "Love you too." He calls out after her.
The Next Morning
Elena woke up around 10:30 but was still tired. She shook it off and headed to the kitchen to see her father walking around and making breakfast. "Morning, you feeling better?" Elena questions. "Yeah, I'm all good. The waffles are almost done. You want to grab Uncle Sammy?" Dean questions flipping the bacon. "Yeah is there coffee?" Elena questions. "Yeah, it will be ready in five." Elena nods and heads down the hall toward her uncle's room. She pauses seeing his door open. "Uncle Sammy?" She calls. "In here." He rasped from the bathroom down the hall. "Can I come in?" She says brow creased in concern. "No, I think I have what your Dad had. I don't want you to get sick." He coughed before leaning forward and retching into the toilet. Elena picked up several things from her father, his dirty blonde hair, green eyes, stubborn character, sarcasm, but most of all his need to nurture his family. She rolled her eyes muttering "Fuck that." She opened the door quickly rubbing his back. "Are you ok?" She questions. "Yeah, I'm alright. I think I'm empty." He sighs. "Stay here. I'm going to grab you some water." She says hurrying to the kitchen. "You are just like you're father." Sam chuckles dryly. He flushes the toilet and pulls himself up brushing his teeth.
"Uncle Sam is sick," Elena says grabbing a water bottle. "Damn, is he alright?" Dean que\stions concerned. Elena nods. "Yeah. He was throwing up. I think he is good now." She says heading back. "You feeling alright?" Dean questions. "Yeah. I'm fine. I've actually got an immune system." She teases making Dean chuckle. "We will see about that Sweetheart."
Time Skip
Elena went to bed that night with a weird feeling. It wasn't exactly a pain just weird. They had all spent the day in their own rooms. Sam sleeping it off close to a trashcan, and Dean researching a case for Bobby while Elena spends the day binging Netflix in her pajamas.
It was around 11 when Elena woke up with the harsh urge to vomit. She ran down the hall to the bathroom and dropped to her knees scrambling to collect her hair and flip up the toilet lid before her stomach contents splatted into the toilet. Dean who was in the library still studying had heard his daughter throwing up and headed to the bathroom to check in. "How's that immune system treating you?" He taunts from the doorway. "Fuck you." Elena laughs spitting out a mouthful of bile. "You alright?" Dean asked crouching beside his little girl and rubbing her back. "Yeah. I don't think it is as bad as you and Uncle Sammy had it. I'm just a little nauseous." She says flushing the toilet. "You feeling okay enough to go back to bed or do you have more in you?" He says running his hands through her tangled blonde hair. "So ready for bed." She groans. "Come here, Sweetheart." He sighs reaching down and helping her up. She groans in pain as he guides her to bed. "Can you lay with me?" She whispers as he covers her up. "Yeah scoot over." He smiles curling up next to her. He runs his fingers through her sweaty hair and hums Hey Jude gently lulling her to sleep like he would do when she was a small child.
The next day Elena was feeling way better, they slept a little, and then on a case the next day.
Two weeks later, Dean walks into their motel room with a bag of food and sneezes harshly into his arm. "Keep your germs to yourself!" Elena scolds.
It's short sorry. I didn't know what direction I was heading with this one.
