Title: Hush Little Sammy

Author: PlatinumRoseLady

Disclaimer: Don't own anyone. Going to go and sulk about it.

Challenge Word: "Relax"

Word Count: 100 on the dot (Gives the Word Count feature some iced tea – 'cause it's HOT up here!)

Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.

Spoiler Alert: None. Wee!Chester fic – Dean is seven years old, Sam is three. Happy Birthday, sammygirl1963!

He's so hot that it hurts to swallow, even though he can barely produce any spit.

Tiny hands clutch at his blanket, even as his feet kick away the covers.

A whimper, soft and full of pain, pierces the still air.

The blanket is gently wrapped around him as he's lifted into strong arms.

A cloth soaked in cool water is run over his brow, down fever-reddened cheeks.

"Relax, Tiger," a voice rumbles. "Daddy's here, and so's Dean. It'll be okay. Daddy's here, Sammy."

Even through the fever, those words soothe like a balm.

Sammy finds the strength to smile.

Author's Notes: Once again, I wish the happiest of birthdays to sammygirl1963. You are such a great writer and a very cool person! (Hugs you hard)