Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Dean, Sam
Challenge/Prompt: spn_bigpretzel DEW: Dean!
Word Count: 314 (Yeah, I know I went over...)
Date Written: 28 January 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.
It’s a struggle to get Dean into the bed and a harder struggle still to remove enough of his clothes that he’ll be comfortable. He’s snoring by the time Sam takes his jacket off. He tries to roll him underneath the covers, but his brother’s arm slings out, catching his nose. Sam winces but doesn’t wake him. He’ll be bruised in the morning in more than one spot from Dean, but tonight he just wants to make sure he rests comfortably. He’d thought about making sure he ate too, but he’s not going to wake him to make him eat, at least not yet.
Dean grunts as Sam shoves him. He lifts the cover and manages to wrap one blanket around him. Dean struggles, but Sam catches his fists in the blanket. He holds him until he grows still, then finally adds the second and third blankets. Dean’s red-shot eyes crack open as Sam tucks the blankets in around him. “Harpy Burfday, Sammy,” he slurs.
Sam stares. His mouth opens. Dean falls back asleep. “It’s your birthday, jerkface,” he mutters, “not mine.” But he grins nonetheless as he pats the blankets one last time. Getting to care for Dean while he’s sick is almost a present to him.
With his brother fast asleep and warmed by the blankets, Sam stumbles over the last few feet to Dean’s chair and slumps down into it. When they wake, he’ll feed Dean. If his brother’s not awake, he’ll wake him at least for a slice of birthday pie if nothing more. It would have been a good birthday, despite Dean’s cold, if it hadn’t been for all the monsters in the world. He hates hunting even more when one of them is sick, but somebody has to do it. Besides, Dean did get a kick out of blowing that last sucker away. Sam falls asleep, still smiling.