Supernatural Oneshots

Jack Kline-Stomach flu for the son of Lucifer

This was requested by my awesome girl bbgirl18 who is an epic writing! This is some sick Jack who has the worse flu. I haven't actually gotten to the part where we meet jack in supernatural but I'm gonna give it my best shot! Hope you enjoy!

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"Jack?" Dean walked through the bunker and couldn't find a single sign of him.

"Sam have you seen jack?" He walked into the kitchen to find his younger brother, like always, at his laptop searching for cases.

"Maybe he went to the store? We are low on a couple of supplies." Dean shrugged and walked off, searching in all the rooms. At the very last room in the corridor he heard sniffles and coughing.

"Jack is that you?" He pushed open the door. The son of lucifer was huddled under two comforters hacking up a lung.

"Hey Dean...just taking a little siesta" he sat up quickly, not anticipating the backlash of nausea and vertigo that came with it. Dean rushed over to him, rubbing his back, trying to clear his airway.

"I'm ok. Don't worry about me..." Dean frowned at the teen.

"You are not ok! You look like you've got the flu from San. You hear me? SAM!" The voice ran in Jacks ears, not helping with the headache. He tried to stand.

"No stay there please!" Jack stood up again and that's when dean noticed the stab marks that ruined his shirt.

"What the hell? I told you before that regular knives won't kill you Jack!" Jack felt tears well up.

"I know but I thought..I thought...." he tried to stand up again and careered forward, his vision going black.

Later

"Is he going to be ok?" Jack heard Deans voice.

"He has got the flu. I can sense it." He heard the voice of his chosen father Castiel.

"Hand me that bucket Dean..." he heard.

"Why?" He heard Deans worried voice.

"Because he is away to vomit..." just as soon as jack opened his eyes he leant over the side of the bed and threw up every last bit of his breakfast and possibly last nights dinner. He felt Castiels hands hold him up.
After ten minutes of heaving he eventually stopped and curled up in the bed.

"Isn't there anything you can do for the flu cas?" Sam moved over and grabbed the basin before emptying it out.

"No unfortunately. It just needs to run it course. Jack how are you feeling?"

"Tired, nauseous, my throats feels like I've stuck a thousand knives in it..." he coughed into his arm, his back arched as he felt like his lungs were trying to leave his body.

"Cas why don't you go and get some flu medicine or something from the store? Take the 'pala...." dean threw the car keys to his angel boyfriend who ran to the car.

"Why don't we get you in the shower and see if that helps?" Sam waited till jack stopped coughing and helped him up. As Sam helped Jack to the shower room in the bunker dean quickly whipped off the bedsheets and placed on fresh ones. After ten minutes he finally heard more coughing and heaving as he made his way to the washroom.

"You guys ok in there?" He knocked on the door and slipped in. He saw Jack on the toilet with a bucket in his lap, Sam pushing his hair back.

"Got it coming from both ends, poor kid...." he signed. Deans eyes glanced over to Jacks pale form as everything wanted to escape his body. A knock at the door made them all jump as a hand slithered in with a bag.

"I got every kind of medicine they had." Dean rubbed his hand against cas.

"Thanks." Cas disappeared without another word.

"Here take some of this." He handed Jack some medicine. He took it and the nausea in his stomach lessened.

"You ok to shower by yourself?" Jack spat into the basin for a final time.

"I think so. I'm sure I can manage. Thanks guys." Sam patted his shoulder as he stood up and clambered into the shower. The hot water cascaded down his body as he gave himself a thorough clean. The hot water didn't help his added migraine or the scratching in his throat. He takes in the medicine back and took a little of everything. The coughing came back as he choked and spluttered. He noticed the clean pyjamas that Dean had left on the toilet seat. He dried himself before putting on the oversized tshirt and sweatpants that clearly belonged to Sam. He walked out and headed to the kitchen where he smelled soup.

"Hey sunshine." Dean smiled.

"What's the soup for?" Jacks voice came out as a quiet whisper.

"Just thought that you needed something in your stomach since you've got the flu." Jack slumped down at the table as dean placed a big bowl in front of him. After a few tablespoons he pushed it away as he felt his stomach churn again.

"Come on kid you've got to eat more than that...." he quickly stood up and lurched in the trash can in the corner of the kitchen.

"Sorry...just not feeling too great..." the Winchesters waited till he was finished before guiding him back to his room.

"Hope you're feeling better soon kiddo ..."

Jack took one last look at the hunters before letting sleep engulf him.

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It took a further 4 days for Jack to recover from the flu and was there to help when Sam then caught it after him.