Supernatural Sickfics

Passed Out Cold

Sam and Dean packed up their motel room and waited by the door expectantly for their father. John was on his way to pick them up for another hunt. It's only a simple salt and burn, but Sam is dreading it. He had been rather light headed recently, and hiding it from Dean has made him even more exhausted. Sam sat down with a huff, looking around the room one more time. 

Dean watched his brother and considered bringing up the way he has been acting. Sam has been worn down and it's concerning. Sam has a long history of getting very sick very fast, and trying to hide to from his brother. 

"Sammy-" Dean was cut off by the low rumble of the impala, signaling his fathers arrival. 

"What's up Dean?" Sam put a small smile on his face and looked towards Dean. The 16 year old just waved off his brother and grabbed a couple bags. He purposefully grabbed more than Sam, making the younger kid's load slightly lighter. Walking out to the car, he was greeted by his father patting his back. Dean threw the bags in the trunk full of weapons. Sam lagged behind a little. 

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Sitting in the front seat, Dean looked out the rain streaked window. Sam's breathing had evened out hours ago, but Dean couldn't seem to relax enough to fall asleep. "Hey Dad?" His father glanced over to him.

"What is it, son?" Dean hesitated before he answered. How was he supposed to say he wanted his younger brother to sit out from a simple hunt that even beginners can do? "Spit it out Dean."

"Sorry, sir. I just don't think Sam should help out with this one." John looked over in confusion. 

"What are you talking about?" Dean wasn't really sure how to tell his dad this. There is no concrete evidence of anything. It's just a feeling Dean has deep in his gut. 

"I just- He seems off. I don't want him to get hurt or sick. It's only a simple salt and burn, we can handle it on our own." John looked over at him again. There was still genuine confusion in his face. 

"Dean, he looks perfectly fine to me. This is a simple hunt. Stop it." Dean just looked away and nodded. He promised himself he would always follow his fathers orders to protect Sam. Something felt off this time. All he could do was keep an eye on Sam, and he would. 

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They pulled up to the cemetery and Dean climbed out of the car. He opened the back seat door and caught Sam as he began to fall out. Sam grumbled a little and snuggled into Dean. "I know bud. Come on. You got to get up now." Sam lifted his head slightly as his eyes cracked open. 

"Hey Dean. Where are we?" Dean chuckled at the voice of the his 12 year old brother. 

"We're at the cemetery." Sam nodded and sat up. Dean walked to the back of the car to help his dad grab what he needed to take down the ghost. Sam joined them at the back of the car and grabbed a few things. John began to prep them for the ghost. She was an old lady who killed a few people. Simple. 

Everything was going fine. John was digging the grave. Dean and Sam kept watch. Well, Dean kept watch. Sam tried to keep himself from falling over or passing out. He couldn't keep his feet from shuffling every so often, or stop his from head swimming constantly. 

It wasn't long after John got the old, rotten coffin open did the ghost appear. She went for the eldest Winchester first. Dean had just enough time to worn his father before she reached him. John shot her through the stomach with rock salt. She dissipated, but not for long. 

She went for Sam and Dean next. While they were doing their best to fight her off, John was salting the bones and spraying them with gas. Just before he could set fire to them, she managed to get a particularly good hit on Sam. Dean walked over to see the fire destroying the bones of the vile woman they just fought.