Supernatural randomness

Poor Sammy

Dean's POV

I walk into the motel room and find Sam sitting at the table with his head in his hands. He looked like he was in pain.

"You okay there, Sammy?" I asked.

Sam immediately flinches and groans at the sound of my voice. Now I'm sure I know what's going on. My little brother has a migraine. He used to get them pretty often when he was a teenager.

"Don't talk...head hurts." Sam whined.

I know exactly how to deal with Sam when he's like this. I make sure all the blinds are closed and all the lights are off.

"Come on, Sammy, let's get you laying down." I whispered quietly.

Even my voice at a whisper makes Sam cringe, but he gets up anyway. He slowly stumbles his way to his bed and flops down on it. He curls up into a ball and buries his face into the pillow. I gently pull the blanket out from under him and cover him. I also place a trashcan by the bed in case Sammy gets nauseous.

"Uuunnnng!" Sam groaned, now in tears.

D*mn, I hate it when Sam gets like this. There's never anything for me to do to help him, cause he's extremely sensitive to touch and sound. The only I'm able to do is just sit there and make sure he's comfortable or doesn't keel over. I sit down on the edge of the bed next to my baby bro and wait. After an hour, Sam shifts in the bed laying his head next to my knee.

"How ya feeling, Sammy?" I ask cautiously.

"Better...still hurts a little." Sam mumbled.

"Is your head okay enough for me to rub it?" I asked hovering my hand over his head.

Sam nods, so I start to rub his head. I always rub the same spot when he has a migraine. I rub right where his neck meets his head. In a few minutes I feel Sam begin to relax. Then I hear snoring. I get up and put a pillow under Sam's head.

"Poor Sammy, those migraines are killer." I sighed.

Sam sleeps until the next day. When he wakes up, he makes himself a big cup of coffee.