Supernatural Oneshots

Adam Milligan-More than a cold

Another request by the lovely bbgirl18 a sick Adam for you to read. I hope you enjoy!
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As Adam spent time with his brothers he had began to actually enjoy life. They went out drinking together, hunted together and just generally hung out.

Dean shook Adam awake in the crummy motel bed. Adam sat up, his vision blurred and head felt like cotton wool.

"You ok Adam?" Dean grabbed both of his shoulders. He nodded, getting out of bed slowly.

"Yeah just got a cold Dean don't worry about it." He smiled weakly. He headed to the bathroom and ran himself a hot bath, hoping that it would clean up his blocked nose. He sunk himself deeper into the bath.

"Adam?!" He immediately sat up and heard Sam and Dean pounding on the door. He clambered out and started to cough as he dressed. He managed to stop it before opening the bathroom door.

"What the hell were you playing at?!" Sam wrapped his arms around Adam in a tight hug.

"What do you mean? I was taking a bath." Adam whispered.

"Dude no one takes a bath for three hours!" Dean shook him back and forth. Adam swayed from side to side, his head spinning. Dean rushed forward and grabbed Adam before he collapsed onto the floor.

"Woah Adam! Stay with us buddy." Sam dragged Adam to the sofa while Dean grabbed a comforter and the bucket from the corner of the room.

"I'm fine guys honestly it's just a cold." Adam grinned weakly. He felt the bike rise in his throat, gagging softly. Dean handed him the bucket cautiously. Adam clasped the bucket tight to his chest. He repeatedly swallowed, hoping that he wouldn't be sick.
Dean rubbed gentle circles on Adams back.

"Adam don't keep it in. If your going to be sick just be sick. You'll make yourself more ill if you keep it in." Sam knelt himself in front of Adam.

Adam shook his head, adding to the developing migraine. Sam stood up straight and sat himself behind Adam.

"Adam please forgive me for doing this. It's for your own good." Sam wrapped his arms around Adams stomach and pressed gently. Adam gagged harshly. Sam pressed a little harder and he lurched forward, finally giving in. Dean cringed as the liquid hit the bucket.

"Ugh....." Adam replied weakly. He retched, his whole body shuddering.

"Let it out bud." Sam rubbed Adams now sweaty back. Dean brushed Adams hair back. Adam puked repeated in the bin for what felt like hours to him.

"You good?" Dean said after a while. Adam nodded.

"Yeah I'm fine." Dean took the bin out of Adams hands and went to rinse it off. Adam wrapped the comforter tighter around his body. He meant against Sam, his eyes barely open.

"Sam I'm cold...." He whispered miserably. Sam wrapped his arms around him and held him tightly.
Dean returned with the bucket in his hand. Adam was barely conscious.

"Has he got a fever?" Dean whispered to Sam. Sam brushed Adams forehead gently. His hand felt the heat from Adam and nodded at Dean.

"I think he's just got a case of the flu.  Can you go to the store and get some Tylenol and heat reducers? I'll keep an eye on him." Dean nodded, grabbing everything he needed before leaving quietly.

"Sam...." Adam curled up in the fetus position, his stomach making horrible noises.

"You wanna go to the bathroom?" Adam nodded. Sam carried him bridal style and placed him gently in front of the toilet. As soon as Adam was on the floor he lifted the lid of the toilet and hurled into the ceramic bowl, turning the clear water a murky shade. Sam knelt beside him, feeling sad that he couldn't do anything to help Adams suffering.

"Just breathe buddy....work it out." Sam whispered, rubbing patterns on Adams back. After a while he eventually stopped and leant himself against the bathtub.

"You wanna go back to bed?" Adam nodded. He stood up slowly. He coloured drained from his face as he puked into the sink repeatedly.

"Come on let's get you into bed." Sam picked him up again and laid him down on the motel bed.

"Sam you wouldn't let anything happen to me would you?" Adam snuffled into his pillow. Sam sat next to him, his head resting against the headboard.

"Of course not buddy. We Winchesters always stick together."
He sat next to him until he heard his quiet snores fill the room. As soon as Adam was asleep Sam felt his eyes droop as he fell asleep beside him.