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A Stormy Night and A Sick Brother

Takes place in 1996

It was another awful day for Sam Winchester; it was his first day at yet another school. The thirteen-year-old waits by his locker for his older brother. Today wasn't a good day for Dean Winchester either; he felt very sluggish and tired, and his head was pounding. The boys were staying at a motel while their dad was on a hunt the next town over. Dean walks slowly down the halls to where Sam is waiting for him.

"Come on, Sammy, let's go." Dean said while clearing his throat.

"Okay." replied Sam.

During their walk to the motel, Sam began to notice Dean's behavior. Dean was pale with dark circles under his eyes, his breathing was ragged and wheezy, and he had a cough that grew more frequent. Sam knew what was going on...Dean was sick. Dean unlocks the door to their motel room.

"Dean, are you okay?" Sam asked walking inside.

"I'm...fine..." Dean groans flopping on his bed.

"S-Sammy...stop spinning the room...please." he whimpered.

"Uhg, Dean." Sam sighed rolling his eyes.

He walks up to Dean and feels his forehead.

"Jeeze! Dean!" Sam said in response to how warm his brother felt.

Sam gets the first-aid kit and takes the thermometer out; Dean's temp was 102.6 degrees.

"Holy crap, Dean, you're sick." said Sam.

He hands his older brother some ibuprofen and water.

"It'll bring your fever down, take it." Sam told Dean.

"Don't...t-tell me...what to d-do...I'm...I'm in charge." Dean replied mumbling and grumbling.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Please take it though, I want you to get better." Sam said calmly.

Dean takes the medicine and lays down on his back. Sam covers him with a blanket and puts a wet cloth on his forehead. Sam sits on the bed until Dean falls asleep. Sam contemplated whether or not to call his dad or Bobby. He decided not to call anyone unless it gets any worse.

"Besides, I'm thirteen, I can handle this." Sam said to himself.

Dean suddenly has a short coughing fit. His little brother is immediately at his side with a glass of water.

"Drink some of this and go back to sleep." said Sam.

Dean takes a few sips of water then lays back down, Sam takes the cloth that was on Dean's forehead and re-wets it at the sink. While at the sink, he heard thunder from outside. Then it began to rain very hard.

"Looks like it's going to be one heck of a storm." Sam commented as he laid the fresh cloth on Dean's head.

Sam takes the blankets off his bed and puts it on the ill seventeen-year-old when he started to shiver and shake. The storm grew worse and worse; the wind blew hard, the lightning flashed bright as day, the thunder was booming.

"Aw man, hope Dad ain't driving in this." Sam mumbled to himself.

The youngest Winchester sits on the edge of his brother's bed listening to his breathing. It was shallow and heavy. A couple hours had passed since Sam last checked Dean's temperature. Looking at the thermometer's result, Sam frowns deeply. Dean's fever didn't improve at all, it got worse, much worse; it was 103 degrees.

"Should I take him to a hospital...nah, I can't take him out in this weather." Sam conversed with himself.

Sam takes all the blankets off of Dean, then begins to take Dean's shirt off. Dean whines and whimpers, but is too weak to fight with his little brother.