Supernatural Oneshots

Dean and John-Take care of him

"What do you mean you have to go back to Stanford?!" John shouted at his youngest son. Sam sighed.

"I've just got a few things I need to finish off and I'll be right back. I'll only be a couple of days, a week at most. Please dad?" Sam looked at his dad with his puppy dog eyes. John sighed heavily.

"Alright....but on a few days ok?" Sam smiled at his dad.

"Thanks dad." Sam gathered all of his stuff and left without another word to his father, leaving John and Dean alone together. John walked over and grabbed a beer from fridge. Dean suddenly appeared beside his dad, taking the beer off of him and smiling.

"Wow thanks dad." he flipped off the lid and started to chug the beer as he sat down on the couch.

"Careful Deano. Don't drink it too fast. You'll make yourself ill." Dean huffed.

"I'll be fine Dad honestly." Dean took out two more beers and chugged them down with ease. John shook his head at his son.

"Don't say I didn't warn you Dean." Dean rolled his eyes and focused back on the TV. After a couple of hours John stood up and stretched.

"I'm going to hit the hay. Don't stay up to late Dean." Dean nodded. Dean sat up for a couple more hours. His stomach began to grumble, making him feel uncomfortable. He stood up and grab his duffle bag, raking for some meds. He took the last in the packet and changed into his pyjamas before slipping into his bed, rubbing his upset stomach.

a few hours later

John woke to the sound of loud coughing. He sat up and looked over to find Deans bed empty. He glanced at the battered motel clock too see that it was four in the morning. He clambered out of bed and walked along the grungy carpet until he was outside the bathroom. He hesitantly knocked.

"Dean? You ok?" He got no reply. He pushed open the door to see Dean kneeling next to the toilet his head resting on the lid. He was breathing heavily, his face a sickly mix of white and green. John leant down next to him, unsure on how to comfort him.

"I told you! You shouldn't have drunk those beers too quickly." Dean gagged into his hand. John lifted up the lid for his weak son. Dean gagged again, his whole body shaking. John rubbed Deans sweaty back. Deans stomach eventually gave in as it heaved its contents out of him and into the ceramic bowl. He heaved some more as his whole body shook. He kept throwing up until he was left dry heaving. John flushed the contents away and held Dean upright.

"Come on Dean. Lets get you back to bed." he helped Dean upright. He lead him to the bed before running around, grabbing a bottle of water and the trash can from the corner of the room. He placed both next to Dean before slipping the comforter over him.

"Try and grab some sleep Dean." John slipped back into his own bed without another word.

A couple hours later

John awoke to the sound of Dean throwing up. He sat up and saw that Dean had thrown up all over himself and was now heaving into the bucket for dear life. John walked over and pulled the covers off of him before throwing them in the basket. He sat next to Dean and held him upright.

"Ugh this sucks..."Dean grumbled to himself. John chuckled.

"Serves you right Dean. I told you so." Dean looked up at his father and glared at him before leaning against the headboard.

"Yeah I guess you're right dad." Dean pulled off his soaking tshirt and pulled on a pair of shorts instead of sweatpants. He curled up on the couch, feeling totally miserable. John came over and wrapped his arm around him.

"Dean.....I'm sorry." Dean looked up at his father in utter surprise.

"I'm sorry for being so harsh on you sometimes. I know you're a grown man now but I still you you as my little boy. I've never been the best father to you. But I want you to know that.....I love you son." Dean smiled. He hadn't heard those words come out of his fathers mouth since he was a boy. He leant against his fathers shoulder before closing his eyes.

"Love you too dad....."