Supernatural Oneshots

wee-chester- Boom boom clap!

another request by the awesome and talented bbgirl18 . hope you enjoy it! (dean being 21 and sam being 17)

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"Sammy I need the salt now!" Sam threw the large packet of salt over to his older brother. As the ghost lunged towards Sam he fired his shotgun again, narrowly missing it. Dean poured the salt all over the decomposing body and fumbled in his pocket for a lighter.

"Dean hurry!" Sam swung at the ghost with his all his might trying to hit it. Luckily before it got too close for Sam, Dean threw the lighter into the grave, setting the room alight with flames. Dean jumped back as the flames leapt up at him. The ghost writhed and screamed before vanishing in a loud puff of smoke and ash. Sam stood and wiped his face clear of the ash cloud that had landed on top of him.

"You ok Sammy?" Dean grinned at his younger brother. Sam walked towards the exit and punched Dean in the arm.

"I told you not to call me Sammy Dean." Dean ran after him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"You're always going to be Sammy to me little bro." Sam smiled back at him. he pushed hard on the door but it wouldn't open. he pushed it harder and harder but it wouldn't budge. Dean tried kicking it only resulting with him on the floor.

"Shit. I guess we are stuck here." they walked around gathering off the hotel table clothes and basically anything that they could use as a coverall. Sam found a cosy armchair in the corner of the room while Dean opted to sleep in the corner.

"Night Sam!" Dean shouted from the opposite side of the room. Sam grunted in acknowledgment as he tried to cuddle up in the chair to get some sleep.

Suddenly a large clap of thunder and a flash of lightning pierced the silent air, causing both boys to jumped from their beds.

"What the hell was that?" Deans eyes widened in fear.

"Relax Dean it's just thunder and lightning. Just try and sleep." Sam snuggled down further into the chair.

As the thunder and lightning continued Dean struggled to close his eyes as the room flashed white and the thunder rumbled on, shaking the walls. Sam cracked open his eyes to see Dean shivering in his corner. 

"Dean are you ok?" Sam sat up properly and made his way over to Dean. He noticed that Deans breathing had gotten faster and he was shivering all over.

"No...Sam.. The thunder..." He started gasping for air as Sam realised that his brother was having a panic attack. He helped Dean stand up only to catch him as he fell dizzily towards the floor . He dragged him over to his chair and sat him down and leant down in front of him.

"Dean listen to me. You need to calm down. Listen to me and watch me breathe in and out." Dean tried to copy Sam but failed as the sweat dripped down his face.

"What do you feel just now?" Sam whispered as he wiped the sweat from deans forehead with the corner of his shirt.

"Sick...really sick..." He didn't even finish his sentence before he was gagging harshly, making Sam flinch.

"Shit...." Sam whispered. Her ran around the room trying to find a bucket or something for Dean but unfortunately he came back empty handed. Dean was now reduced to retching and dry heaving. Sam was worried that nothing was coming up. Dean was shivering beyond belief which broke Sams heart. He came to the conclusion that he was going to have to help Dean be sick otherwise Dean would become very ill.

"Dean I'm sorry I have to do this but open your mouth." Dean quickly gave him a scared and confused look before opening his mouth. Sam pushed his fingers down his brothers throat, hopefully setting off his gag reflex. As he felt Deans throat convulse he quickly pulled his fingers out as lots of watered down food tumbled out of Deans mouth. He moved round to Deans side and rubbed his sweaty back as more sick barrelled out his throat and onto a puddle on the floor. After about twenty minutes Deans stomach finally stopped churning, leaving a pale and soaking Dean shivering on the chair. Sam ran to his bag and pulled out a large bottle of water. He ran back over to Dean and wrapped his makeshift blanket over his shoulders. He handed Dean the bottle and knelt down beside him, avoiding the puddle of sick.

"You ok?" Dean took small sips of water and nodded.

"You've got astraphobia don't you?" Dean nodded again weakly. Sam patted Deans knee.

"Listen it's been a tough night. Try and get some sleep Dean ok? I'll be right beside you ok?"

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Dean woke up a couple more times during the night to be sick again but part from that there were no more accidents. As soon as they saw daylight they were out of there and into a comfy motel bed.