(6-years-old)
As Dean parked the car in the school's parking lot, you had decided you had the flu. Your head was spinning and you had sneezed for more times than you could count, which meant over twenty at least.
Sam turned in his seat to take another worried look at you. "Y/N, are you sure you're okay?"
You shook your head miserably and blew your nose for the tenth time that minute.
The engine died, and now both of your older brothers were glancing at you worriedly from their seats.
"I wanna go home," you sniffed, trying to clear your throat of whatever inside it caused it to hurt so bad.
Sam and Dean looked at each other. The first streched out his hand, placing it on your forehead.
"Hot?" Dean asked, a scowl on his face.
Sam bit his lip. "Yeah, Dean, she's burning up."
You threw them a suspecting glance. "You still want me to go to school?"
Dean laughed, but you could still tell he was just trying to cheer you up. "No, sweetcake, I think you're free for today." Because you were still eyeing them, Sam added, "But we don't wanna leave you home alone, you see, that's why we're not taking you home yet."
You sighed relieved. Even though you liked school, you knew that taking classes while being as sick as you felt wouldn't result in anything good.
Then a thought occurred to you, lighting your face up. "You could take me with you shopping! I am an expert in cars, you know."
They had told you they were going shopping for some boring things they needed to fix the car. You suspected they had added the 'boring' part just so you would stop begging them to take to you along.
Your brothers looked at each other, clearly unconvinced. Dean turned to you and winked.
"No, but I have a better idea for today!"
Half an hour later, you were in Sam's arms while Dean was knocking at Bobby's door. The headache you were having was so painful you wanted to cry, but you kept it all in, knowing that letting the tears fall would only worry Dean and Sam more.
It seemed like an entire era passed before Bobby finally answered the door, but as soon as he saw the state you were in, he moved quicker than a crocodile underwater. Ten seconds later, you were completely covered in the fluffy sheets that had been waiting in your room at Bobby's, with a cup of hot tea expecting you on the desk and with a book in your hands. Sam soon returned with a pie they had bought from the non-stop shop nearby, while Dean waited for him in the car. He made you laugh by honking one of your favourite songs so you could hear it from your bedroom.
You fell asleep with a smile on your face, the terrible headache from before completely gone.
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This is the second chapter! Actually, this was the first ever to be written by my talented fingers (that was a joke) and I wrote the intro only after this one, but intro comes first, so I had to do unjustice to this chapter and claim it to be the second.
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Thanks and also have a happy new year!
I am thinking of making a New Year image. Duh.
