Ch.1

I own nothing not even the computer I'm typing on. I don't own the letters that I put together to make words. I'm a chronic tweaker so any and all mistake belong to me. I'm just giving this story a test run so please let me know what you think.

Dean opened his eyes and looked at the glowing green face of the motel clock five am just great Dean was willing to bet he hadn't gotten more than two hours sleep. He felt like crap his head was so stopped up it felt like it was going to explode he couldn't breath threw his nose and he had developed an annoying cough. His dad had made him stay home from the hunt last night because one of his hard fast rules was if you weren't hundred percent you didn't hunt. Dean carefully slipped out of bed glancing back to make sure he didn't wake his brother. Grabbing clean clothes out of his duffle bag Dean went into the bathroom. When Dean came out of the bathroom he was surprised to find the room light on and his dad and brother sitting up in bed waiting on him.

"Where do you think you're going?" John asked.

"Nowhere I just wanted to be the first one in the bathroom," Dean said, offering his dad a weak smile.

Dean turned his head to sneeze then cough into his arm.

"Come here," John ordered.

"Dad I'm fine," Dean protested, trying to stifle another sneeze.

John raised his eyebrows at his eldest sighing Dean shuffled across the room to his dad's bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed John reached out and put his hand on Dean's forehead.

'He definitely has a fever,' John thought.

With Dean standing right in front of him John could hear the wheezing and rattling coming from his chest. Dean turned his head to cough again.

"Get back in bed you've got a fever," John said. "Sam get your brother a glass of water and two Tylenol."

Sam got the Tylenol out of the first aid kit and a plastic cup out of the bathroom walking over to the bed Sam handed Dean the water and Tylenol.

"That's the end of the Tylenol," Sam said, putting his hand on Dean's forehead.

"Dad he's burning up maybe we should take him to the hospital," Sam said.

Even though Dean was snuggled down in the covers Sam could still see Dean was shaking.

"Sammy it's just a cold," Dean said, glaring at his brother.

"If he's not better in a couple of days we'll take him. But right now I want you to stay in bed and take it easy. You also need to stay hydrated so finish the water," John said, nodding to the half full cup sitting on the table by the bed.

' I need to stop and pick up some Tylenol, cough syrup and another thermometer,' John thought unable to remember where they had lost their last one.

Sam handed Dean the cup before he could reach for it.

"Alright Squirt get dressed we'll get some breakfast and bring some back to your to

brother," John said

"Dad I don't want to leave Deans sick he might need me," Sammy said.

"Sammy you want be gone that long besides all I want to do is sleep," Dean said.

Sulking Sam got the clothes he had laid out the night before and went into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.

Grabbing the extra pillow off his bed John walked over to the bed where Dean was laying motioning for him to move over sat down beside him.

"Sit up," John said, laying the extra pillow underneath Dean's.

Listening to his sons labored breathing and watching the quivering of Deans body under the blankets John wondered if waiting to take Dean to the doctor was really the best thing.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked when his dad just stared at him.

"Nothing kiddo," John said, shaking his head.

Sam came out of the bathroom and flopped down on the other side of the bed to put on his socks and shoes.

John patted Dean's leg before standing up and going to get dressed in the bathroom.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked.

"I'm fine Sammy really stop worrying," Dean said, as he turned his head into the pillow to sneeze. "Maybe after breakfast we can play a game of chess," Dean said, smiling a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Dean had bought Sammy a chess set for his thirteenth birthday and it was Sam's prize possession.

"Alright let's go Squirt so your brother can get some rest," John said, coming out of the bathroom. "Do you feel like anything special for breakfast?"

"No I'm not even really hungry," Dean said, shaking his head.

"You need to eat to keep your strength up," John said.

"Whatever's fine," Dean said coughing.

Sam picked up the empty cup by the bed and went to the bathroom to fill it up.

"Do you need anything before we go?" Sam asked, handing Dean the cup of water.

"No I'm good now leave so I can go back to sleep," Dean said.

Dean watched as his dad practically dragged Sam out of the room.

'I didn't think they'd ever leave,' Dean thought, closing his eyes.

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