Sammi and Sam's Supernatural Adventures

Spring Fever

Sam was absolutely right when he said we couldn't avoid bad things, no matter how much we wished for better days. No matter how hard I tried to make each day less stressful, there was always one or two days where stress levels in the house reached severely high levels. That April, we were about to experience quite a few days of severe stress when a nasty virus made its way into our home. Luckily for us, not everyone was affected by it, and the kids were two of the lucky ones. It started one morning when I woke up feeling like death. I walked into my bathroom to splash some cold water on my face, but it didn't help the situation at all. If anything, it actually made it worse. Almost immediately after I wet my face, I felt nauseous and dizzy. I barely made it to the toilet before I starting throwing up. Of course my first thought was that I might be pregnant again, but then I remembered that I was on birth control this time, and while it's only about 99% effective, I was willing to bet anything that I was NOT in the 1%. When I finished being sick, I made my way back into the bed and crawled under the covers. I was feeling cold, but I could tell I was sweating. "Good morning, babe," Sam said, kissing my forehead. "Woah. You're burning up! Are you alright?" "I feel like complete crap," I admitted. "I've already thrown up and I tried splashing water on my face, too. It didn't help." "Poor thing," he sympathized. "Can I get you anything? Something to drink, maybe?" "I could go for a glass of ice water," I said. "I'll be right back," Sam promised. "You just relax." No sooner had Sam left the room when Dean went running past. Since Dean never runs in the house, I knew that whatever was ailing me had gotten him too. At that point, we were 2 for 4...Sam was obviously fine, but what about Declan? We were about to find out the answer to that question as soon as Sam made his way back upstairs. He walked in the room and handed me my glass of ice water. "Sounds like Declan has this bug too," he told me. "Apparently so does Dean," I added. "You're the sole survivor." "I'm going to take the kids over to your Dad's place," he said. "We don't need them catching whatever this is." "That's a great idea," I agreed. "And you should probably stay there, too. We don't need all four of us sick as dogs." "I'll be fine," he promised. "Besides, I can't have three sick people in this house trying to take care of themselves or each other. You need Dr. Sam." I let out a little giggle. "Dr. Sam, huh?" I smiled. "You're lucky you're adorable. That's the only reason I'm not going to put up a fight right now." "Thank you," he laughed. "I'll run to the store after I drop the kids off, get y'all some medicine to help with the fever and the aches." "You're the best," I replied. He kissed my forehead one more time before saying, "I love you, babe," and walking out the door. I must have passed out at some point because when I looked around the room, it had gotten a little dark. Sam was sitting next to me on the bed, playing on his laptop. "Hey," I said, rather weakly. "How long was I out?" "About four hours," he replied. "It didn't help, did it?" "Not at all," I told him. "Is it possible to feel worse than I did before???" "They say these things usually get worse before they get better," he assured me. I sat up slowly and swung my feet around to the edge of the bed. Standing up very slowly, I started walking toward the bathroom, but only made it a few feet before collapsing to the ground. Sam jumped up off the bed and ran over to where I fell. Helping me back to my feet, he asked, "Are you alright, sweetheart?" "I didn't hurt anything, if that's what you mean," I said. "But I feel like I'm about to hurl again." He helped me to the toilet and even held my hair for me while I let loose. When I felt like I had nothing left in me, Sam helped me to the sink, brushed my teeth, then set me up with the medicine he had bought. "How are the other two doing?" I asked. "Since taking this medicine, they are both looking a lot better," he told me. "Dean isn't throwing up anymore, but he still has a slight fever. Declan's fever is gone, but he's still having trouble holding anything down." "Thank God you didn't listen to me and you came back," I replied. "I don't think we'd be surviving this without you." "We're family," he smiled. "We always help each other in times of need. Besides, with you, it was in my vows. In sickness and in health, remember?" "I love you," I said as he once again helped me back into bed. "I love you too," he replied. "I'm going to go make some soup and tea for the three of you. Hopefully it will help." "It should," I said. "I just hope Declan can keep it down." "Me too, baby," he replied. He left the room to go downstairs and Dean made his way in, his fleece blanket wrapped around him. "How are you feeling, princess?" he asked. "Like I was hit by a Mack truck followed by a train," I admitted. "How about you? Your brother said you're not puking anymore, but you still have a slight fever." "I'm a little cold, but other than that, I feel fine," he said. "Sam checking up on Declan?" "That and he's making us some soup and tea," I told him. "He's running himself ragged," Dean said. "I sure hope he doesn't end up sick, too." "If there's one thing I've noticed about Sam, he doesn't get sick very often," I pointed out. "I think in the 7 or so years I've known you guys, he's only gotten severely sick like twice." "He DOES have a pretty kick ass immune system," Dean agreed. "What about the kids??" "Sam took them over to Dad and Marissa's," I replied. "We don't need them getting sick, especially little Cate. Her immune system is still developing." "Good call," he said. "Do you mind if I sit down next to you?" "Not at all," I smiled, patting the spot next to me. He sat down on the bed then asked, "So what are we watching?" "I'm not sure," I admitted. "I was asleep for a while. Sam must have been watching movies." As if on cue, Sam came back into the room carrying a tray with two cups of tea and two bowls of soup. After handing one of each to me and one of each to his brother, he said, "Declan is finally keeping his food and drink down." "Oh thank God," I replied. "I hope I have the same result. I feel so empty right now." "Just take it slow, honey," Sam said. "Don't eat or drink too fast. If it gets a little cool, oh well." By the end of the night, all three of us were feeling a little better thanks to Sam. The only one who was still having some issues was me (go figure), but thankfully it was just the fever and the aches. Sam set me up with a bubble bath and some soothing music before helping me back into bed for the night.