Supernatural Sickfic Oneshots

Sick Infant Sam

Requested by my amazing fan haliadelatorre. Warning: Feels ahead! 

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John paced outside of Sam's room, listening to his infant son cough in his sleep. He had known something was wrong, but had no clue how to handle it. He sighed helplessly, before walking into Sam's room, and scooped up his son.

"Geez, Sammy, you're burning up." he commented softly, feeling the heat radiating from the infant in his arms.

He walked out to the kitchen, searching for anything he could use to help Sam.

Sam whimpered loudly, before starting to wail. His voice was hoarse, so his crying sounded a ton worse than normal.

Dean walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "What's wrong with Sammy?" he asked in a small voice, watching John's searching curiously.

"Nothing is wrong with Sam, Dean. He is just sick, like you get sometimes." John said in exasperation.

"Mommy always used to take care of me, when I was sick. Who's going to take care of Sammy?" Dean asked innocently, as his 4 yr old mind was still trying to get used to the idea that his mom was not coming back.

John sighed softly, fighting to keep his composure for his sons. He had no idea how to help Sam, or answer Dean's question, or what he was supposed to do for his sons that now had no mother.

"We are going to take care of him," he said finally, realizing Dean was still waiting patiently for an answer, even if his little foot was tapping on the ground.

"Oh, okay, how can I help?" Dean asked, ready to help take care of his little brother, even if it was roughly 4 am.

John sighed again, not knowing what even he was supposed to do, when an idea struck him.

"Deano, I need you to start a bath for Sammy. Not too warm, or too deep. Can you do that for me?" He asked his oldest son, knowing Dean would happily complete the task with little to no difficulty.

Dean beamed at his father, flinching as Sam's crying turned to harsh coughs. "Sure, Daddy, I can do that." he said, scampering down the hall to do as his dad requested.

John sank down to the floor, clutching Sam to his chest, as low sobs wracked his massive form. "What am I supposed to do?! They need their mother! Not me, I'm useless!" He mumbled bitterly, as he clapped Sam softly on the back until the coughs stopped.

Sam looked up at his daddy, with trusting adoration and curiosity. He grabbed at John's face, completely oblivious to his father's predicament or pain.

"You little rascal," John chuckled softly, smiling down at his son through his tears. "You have no idea what's going on, and yet you're okay." he said softly, chuckling as Sam cooed at him happily.

Sam flinched suddenly, before starting to wail again. He couldn't tell John how awful he felt, how much his throat hurt, and how tired he was.

"Let's get you in the bath, and find some Tylenol for you." John said, almost instantly knowing what Sam needed in that moment.

Dean ran out to the kitchen, breathing a bit hard for having only run a few feet.

"The bathtub is ready." he said, smiling proudly, and completely missing John had been crying.

John wiped his face quickly, erasing the evidence of what had occurred moments before.

"Great, thanks, Deano." He said gruffly, clapping Sam's back softly until his wailing stopped again.

Dean proudly led John down the hall to the bathroom. "It's okay, Sammy, daddy will help you feel all better, just like mommy used to." he said to his little brother, oblivious to John having to swallow a lump in his throat before speaking.

"That's right, I'm going to help. Dean, do you know where I put the liquid Tylenol?" John asked, as he stripped Sam's clothes and diaper off.

"Yes, daddy. I'll get it." Dean said, before taking off running again.

John shook his head with a laugh, wishing he had his son's energy.

"Alright, Sammy, your big brother Dean made this bath for you, so it should be perfect." he said, before carefully laying Sam in the water, keeping one hand under the infant's head to prevent drowning. He could hear soft wheezing coming from his youngest, but knew that the slightly steamy water would clear that up in no time.

He carefully splashed water on his youngest, making it fun to play in the bath. He smiled broadly, as Sam cooed happily, kicking his legs in the water.

"He likes the bath, huh, Dad?" Dean asked gently, looking down at Sam in the tub with a relieved smile.

"You did too, when you were really little." John said with a chuckle, earning a confused pout from Sam. "Aw Sammy, its okay, we got you safe and sound." he promised, knowing Dean would agree.

"Yeah, Sammy, we got you." Dean chimed in, earning a smile and more happy kicking from Sam.

John laughed, before pulling Dean closer to him with his free hand. "Did you find what I asked for?" he asked softly, not wanting to upset Sam again.

Dean smiled, holding up a liquid Tylenol bottle and syringe. "The shooter thing was hard to find." he admitted, holding up the syringe with a perplexed expression.

"Well that's okay, you still found it for me. Thanks, big brother." John said, wanting Dean to know how proud he was.

Dean beamed at his dad, so proud of himself for helping take care of his little brother and his dad, like a big kid.

John ruffled Dean's hair, before turning back to his youngest, to administer the Tylenol. He could see that Sam was starting to shiver and was no longer wheezing.

He wrapped a towel around Sam, before walking with Dean to his own bedroom. "How'd you like to sleep for a bit with me and Sammy, in my room?" he asked, knowing he really permitted either child in his room.

Dean's eyes widened, as he nodded excitedly. "Yes please, I could go for a nap." he admitted with a yawn. He climbed onto his dad's bed and curled up comfortably, as he watched his dad clothe and diaper Sam.

"Alright, Mr. Sammy, its time you got some sleep, without the coughing and wailing." John said tiredly, laying down beside Dean. "Can I put Sam between us?" he asked softly, seeing that Dean was already almost asleep.

"Of course, Daddy, he needs to be safe." Dean said, before wrapping a soft blanket around Sam after John laid him down.

"I couldn't agree more, Deano." John said gently.

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All three fell asleep before too long, and slept soundly. Sam felt better when he woke up, but Dean caught whatever he had and was sick for a few days.

I hope this was enjoyable, and filled with feels. ;) As always: vote, comment, and request away! Love you all! <3