Our Love Will Survive (complete)

The hot nurse

Dean woke up, when he heard something. He looked at the little red numbers on his clock, 04:23. Ugh, what does he have to do to get a good night sleep? Anyway, he looked to the other side and saw Sam standing up, "Sammy, what's up?" He asked sleepy. "Feel sick, just go back to bed" he said and walked into the hallway. It took a second for Dean to process it, but then he shot up in the bed and followed the slightly taller boy to the hallway. He saw his little brother leaning against the wall and then walked towards him. "Sammy, you okay?" Dean put an hand on his shoulder. Sam weakly shook his head, then he quickly made his way to the bathroom. Just before Dean entered he heard the sound of vomiting. He sighed deeply, then entered and walked towards Sam, who was hanging above the porcelain throne. He grabbed Sam's hair, so it wouldn't be in his way and reassuringly stroked his back. After a while Sam sat back and leaned his head against the cabinet. "You okay?" Dean asked, when flushing the toilet. Sam slowly shook his head. "Okay, c'mon" Dean helped him to his feet, "drink some water." Sam tried, but immediately spit it out again. "Hmm, come. Let's get you back to bed" Dean guided Sam outside and to the bedroom. Sam could barely stand, so Dean scooped him up and carried him to the bed. He kissed his forehead, "I'll be right back, with some water and a bucket, just in case."

Dean went back upstairs with the stuff and put them next to Sam. Then he crawled into the bed and held Sam close to him. "Get well, baby" he whispered and then fell asleep.

The next morning he woke up and immediately got out of bed, but not before kissing Sam's cheek. He woke up and softly whispered, "morning." Dean looked at his brother, "hey babe, do you need anything?" Sam shook his head and put his head back in the pillow. Dean smiled and walked downstairs. He got himself some breakfast, that means poring milk in a bowl and putting cereal with it. Just as he wanted to take a bite of his breakfast, his phone rang. Damn he's popular the last days. "Dean Winchester speaking?"

"Sup man, its Cas. You wanna hang out today, Gabe found some random movie that we're gonna watch?"

"Sorry, can't. Sammy's sick, gotta take care of him."

"Oh okay. Wish him the best from me" then in the background, "and me!" "And Gabriel."

"Okay, I will. Bye guys."

"Bye!" "Gabriel shut the fuck up!" "No! I have the right to speak!" "Assbut shut your face! Bye Dean." Then the line went dead. Dean mentally face-palmed and then gladly begun on his breakfast. Just as he finished and put the dishes in the sink, he heard footsteps from behind. "Morning Sammy" Dean said and pecked his brothers lips, "how are you doing?" Sam shrugged and leaned against Dean.

"I guess that's not so good. Why're you out of bed then?"

Hungry, Sam signed. Dean didn't react on Sam not talking now, he understood that it was hard to talk.

"Okay, I'll make you some soup, how does that sound?"

Sam nodded and Dean helped him to sit on a chair. After Dean burning his finger and dropping a bowl on the floor, the soup was finished and put in front of Sam. He gladly ate it, but only half. Dean didn't care, he put the half eaten soup away and then walked to Sam, putting his arms around Sam's neck and resting his head on his. "How about we cuddle on the couch all day and binge watch Doctor Who?" Dean offered. Sam nodded and stood up, but careful not to hurt Dean. They walked to the couch and Dean put on Doctor Who. Then the two boys curled up together on the couch. Sam soon fell asleep and Dean did after an hour or two.

Dean woke up, by his phone buzzing in his pocket. Luckily it was a text message, he took it, careful not to wake up Sam, who was still asleep underneath him.

We're coming home tomorrow.
Adam is coming with us.
Could you please make sure that there's a mattress for him to sleep on?
And is it okay if he sleeps in your room?
-mom