Supernatural Oneshots

Sam, Dean and Bobby- double trouble

"Could you please do one with sam and Dean both being sick, leaving a bewildered Bobby to help them and learn that they were cursed by a witch?" - another request by the fabulous bbgirl18 ! Hope you enjoy it! (Mild language included and Dean is around 25 while Sam is 21)

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"Sam look out!" Dean in front of Sam who was trapped in the corner. They stared at the witch in front of them, cackling loudly. Lightning sparks crackled between her fingers, causing Dean to push Sam away. Unfortunately he was too late as the Lightning bolts struck the two of them, sending thousands of volts of pain down their spines and making both collapse against the wall. The witch laughed louder as Sam struggled to crawl over to the shotgun that lay on the floor. With his last ounce of strength he lifted the gun and pulled the trigger, shooting the witch dead onto the floor. He laid down, flat on his back, blood dripping down the side of his face.

"Dean? You alright?" He called weakly, wincing in pain as he turned his head to see his older brother.

"If alright you mean in absolute agony then yes I'm alright..." Dean replied, his voice breathless from the impact. The two took a little time before they dragged themselves to the impala outside. Dean helped Sam into the passenger side of the impala before clambering in. As he turned to speak to Sam he noticed he had instantly fallen asleep, arms wrapped around his stomach. Dean pulled out his phone and dialled numbers into the key pad. After a second ring a gruff voice appeared on the other end.

"Hello?" Dean sat up straight in the car.

"Bobby hey. We've just finished a hunt and we need somewhere to crash. Sam is out for the count and I can barely keep my eyes open. You in right now?" Dean started up the ignition.

"Sure Dean. Just be a quick as you can." And with that Dean hung up. As he started to drive He headed down several long winding roads in hope that he would get to Bobbys quicker. Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat, whining softly. Dean patted his knee.

"Don't worry Sammy we'll be there soon."

One drive later

"Who the hell could that be?" Bobby pulled open the door to see a blood soaked Dean holding an unconscious Sam in his arms.

"Dean get in here." Bobby grabbed hold of Sams legs, helping Dean carry him upstairs before dumping him on a bed. Dean pulled Sams jacket, boots and jeans before closing the door and leaving him to sleep. Bobby stood in the hallway, looking very upset and worried.

"Now I know you're very tired but do you wanna tell what you two idjits were hunting?" Dean shook his head, the migraine in his head become gradually worse.

"Why don't you get a shower, clean yourself up and then go to bed huh? We will talk about this later." Bobby walked away down the stairs, leaving Dean all alone. Dean headed to the bathroom , turning the water really hot but enough so that his bleeding skin could tolerate it. He hissed quietly as he stood underneath the shower head. He let the water run over him, earning a sigh. As he showered Sam tossed and turned in his bed, his stomach getting gradually worse. He opening his eyes and sat up.

"Bobby!" He cried weakly. No one came. "Bobby!" He cried a little louder, wincing his the loudness of his voice. He heard the footsteps pound along the corridor as Bobby pushed the door open.

"Sam what's wrong?" He squatted in front of him, keeping a watchful eye.

"My stomach...I can't..." He shoved his fist into his mouth, doubling over in agony. Bobby rushed to the other side of the room and grabbed the bin and handing it to Sam. He gripped it tightly, knuckles turning a sickly shade of white and green. Bobby sat down next to him, rubbing his back. Sam lurched forward, burying his head in the bin as a concoction of blood and watered down food exited his mouth. "Holy shit....I can't...." Sam whispered before ducking his head back down. Bobby held his shaking form, rubbing his arms trying to get some warmth to him. Sam threw up a few more times. He curled up on the bed, shivering hard. Bobby pulled the cover over Sam, signing hard.

"Try and get some sleep. I'll get some meds." Bobby grabbed hold of the bin and left Sam alone. He headed along to the bathroom to empty the bin but stopped when he heard a loud gag.

"Dean?" He knocked on the door. He heard the click of the lock and pushed the door open to see Dean resting his head on the toilet lid, a wet towel wrapped around his waist.

"Dean how long have you been like this?" He placed the bin in the bathtub and sat down next to Dean.

"The last fucking hour...I tried calling but I couldn't...." He gagged hard, lifting the kid before everything cam tumbling out. Like Sam his sick was streaked with blood. Bobby widened his eyes as everything  from the night before came barreling out of his mouth. He gasped for air, struggling to breathe. As he finally finished, a loud thud made Bobby lose his focus on Dean.

"Stay here.." Dean flipped him the bird before rest his head on the lid again. Bobby ran down the corridor and pushed open Sams bedroom door. He found same curled up on the floor, vomit spilling out his mouth but he barely had his eyes open. Bobby dragged him to the bathroom, Sam couldn't stop throwing up all over himself. He pushed open the door of the bathroom, causing Dean to weakly heard his head. He positioned Sam over the bathtub and sat down between them.

"Wanna tell me what you were hunting now?!' Bobby yelled at Dean. Dean winced at his loud voice. "Sorry Dean.." Dean waved his hand.

"A witch,,, she hit us both with lightning... I dunno much about it...." He leant over the toilet with a harsh full retch, which then set Sam off. Bobby ran downstairs, leaving the two of them alone. He faked through every book he could think off before he finally i fund what he was looking for. A cure. He ran outside and grabbed the leaves off of a sycamore tree and several long blades of grass before running back inside. He boiled a large amour of water and mixed everything together with several other ingredients before pouring it into a large jug. He pulled out his knife and dragged it across his palm before letting three drops hit the liquid which turned from a dark brown to a black in seconds. He ran upstairs and pushed open the bathroom to see Dean almost unconscious and Sam unconscious but somehow still throwing up. He pulled Deans head back and poured the mixture down his throat before doing likewise with Sam. As soon as each one swallowed it, the colour instantly returned to their skin. Sam couched weakly as his eyes opened.

"What happened? What did you do?" He stared up at Bobby.

"I cured you that's what. The two of you got cursed by a Tibetan witch, one of the worse kinds. Specialise in sickness curses. Luckily I had the ingredient to save you two numbskulls." He sighed in relief.

"I'm just happy the two of you are alright." He helped each boy to their rooms, helping both changed into brand new clothes before leaving them to sleep it off. He went it his bathroom and gave it a thorough clean beige collapsing on his own bed, falling into a deep and dreamless sleep.