Supernatural One Shots

Misplaced s/f

"You should do one where Sam gets sick with the flu and Dean has to go on a hunt and Cas is the only one who can take care of him which might not go very well."

Prompt from @haliadelatorre069

"Are you sure I should leave?" Dean asks Sam. "I can call someone and ask them to take care of the hunt."

Sam rolls his eyes. "You can go. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Besides, we're the closest hunters to where the case is."

"Fine. But don't forget that Cas is here. He can take care of you. I still think it's stupid that you won't let him heal you." Sam rolls his eyes, but Dean continues. "Is this one of those things where you did something and you feel guilty, so you think you deserve to be sick?"

"That sounds more like you than me," Sam points out.

"Touché. Well, I'm leaving."

"See you in a few days."

Dean shifts his duffle bag on his shoulder. "I'm calling you every three hours." Sam starts to complain, but Dean cuts him off. "And I'll kick your ass if you lie to me when I ask how you are." Sam rolls his eyes, always the petulant little brother when it comes to being sick. "I'm having Cas check on you twice a day, and I left him a list of what to do."

"I don't need a damn babysitter, Dean." Sam holds in a cough. He's been trying, and it seems like failing, to hide how sick he is from Dean.

Dean raises his eyebrows. "Oh, really? Do you not remember the time you had the pneumonia when you were in high school and –"

"Yeah, yeah. You can leave now."

"That's what I thought." Dean puts his hand on Sam's arm. Sam looks up at him, slightly guilty. "Just take it easy for a few days, that's all I ask. I'll be back soon."

"See ya," Sam says as Dean leaves.

• • •

Sam wakes up from a nap a few hours later. There are loud noises coming from the kitchen. Sam groans, knowing he has to see what's happening. He pushes himself off the bed slowly. When the dizziness subsides, he walks out of his room and down the hallway, toward the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Cas is leaning down and waving his hand over a mess on the floor, cleaning it up using his powers. "Cas?" Sam asks, amused. He coughs once against the back of his hand.

Cas stands up and walks toward Sam. "You should be in bed," Cas chastises him.

Ignoring that, Sam leans around him and looks into the kitchen. The microwave is open and there's a dish towel inside apparently soaking up some mess. A dirty bowl is on the counter. An array of medicines sits next to it. "What happened?" Sam asks, a lopsided smiles on his open mouth; he can't breathe through his nose because it's so congested.

Cas puts the back of his hand to Sam's forehead. "Your skin is hot," he remarks.

Sam pushes Cas' hand away weakly. "I feel cold." Sam wraps the blanket he brought from his room tighter around him.

Cas nods. "Dean said that's a sign of a high fever." He walks to the counter where are the medications are. He squints at everything, confused. He picks up a thermometer. "Is this the one that measures body temperature?"

Sam coughs again. "Yeah."

"Sit down." Cas points to a chair, and Sam obliges. Cas turns on the thermometer and hands it to Sam.

"You wanna tell me what happened in here," Sam asks before putting the thermometer in his mouth.

"Um." Cas hesitates. "I wanted to make you soup like Dean told me to." He walks back to the microwave and starts cleaning it up. "I suppose I read the directions wrong. I figured it would be quicker to put it in the microwave. When it was done, I opened the microwave and all of the broth was outside of the bowl, but the noodles were still inside." Sam smiles around the thermometer, shaking his head.