Sam and Dean had only been in Conesberg Wisconsin for a week, when Sam came out of his classroom complaining "I don't feel good." he said.
"Is somebody teasing you again, Sammy?" Dean asked with a concerned face on the way home. "No, I mean I feel physically bad." "You hardly ever get sick." Dean felt Sam's forehead."You don't have a fever." "I know. I don't, I don't feel hot. I just feel crappy and I have a headache." "Oh, I see." Dean replied, focusing on the road.
** The next day when Dean tried to wake Sam up for school he discovered something. Sam had red spots all over his body. He had to laugh.
"Sam!" he shook his twelve year old baby brother awake. "I don't wanna go to school, I'm itchy!" Sam yelled in defiance. "No, go look in the mirror!"
Sam got up and wandered towards the bathroom to look into the mirror. "Oh my God! Dean! I have Chicken Pox!" "It's pretty obvious, isn't it?"
** Nearly the rest of the day Sam was whining about how itchy he was. "Will you stop acting like a two year old?" asked Dean."I had them too! I was man about it!" "No, I cannot stop whining, because according to you and dad, all I ever do is whine! Do you serve cheese with your whine Sam? Whine aged 12 years! ENOUGH! You're complaining more then me!"
"Stop scratching you are gonna make it worse!" "No, I'm not!" "You're gonna make yourself scar!" "I don't care if the itching stops!" Sam was rather weepy and wiping his eyes trying to cover it up. He wanted Dean to be proud of him and know he was brave. Dean knew, but Sam was not very confident.
"Sam, I know you're crying. It's okay." "No, I'm not!" "Okay, just give me your hand."
Sam put his hand out.Dean rubbed some lotion on it. "Whats that?" "Aloe vera." Dean gave Sam the tube. "Here, rub wherever it itches."
**
It was night now, and Dean was laying awake watching Sam scratch himself in his sleep.
Dean got up and slapped his hands. "The lotion didn't work I see?" "No!" Sam replied, continuing to scratch. Dean slapped his hands again.
Then went into the kitchen, got two mismatched oven mitts, and some duct tape from the garage. He grabbed Sam's hands and put them on, then quickly duct taped them on. "Ha, Now you can't scratch bitch!" "Jerk!"
"Why is one a lobster and one a crocodile?" "So you can make a fashion statement." "Nice." Then they both went to bed and fell asleep.
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Date: 2010-03-02 08:35 am (UTC)"Is somebody teasing you again, Sammy?" Dean asked with a concerned face on the way home.
"No, I mean I feel physically bad."
"You hardly ever get sick." Dean felt Sam's forehead."You don't have a fever."
"I know. I don't, I don't feel hot. I just feel crappy and I have a headache."
"Oh, I see." Dean replied, focusing on the road.
**
The next day when Dean tried to wake Sam up for school he discovered something.
Sam had red spots all over his body.
He had to laugh.
"Sam!" he shook his twelve year old baby brother awake.
"I don't wanna go to school, I'm itchy!" Sam yelled in defiance.
"No, go look in the mirror!"
Sam got up and wandered towards the bathroom to look into the mirror.
"Oh my God! Dean! I have Chicken Pox!"
"It's pretty obvious, isn't it?"
**
Nearly the rest of the day Sam was whining about how itchy he was.
"Will you stop acting like a two year old?" asked Dean."I had them too! I was man about it!"
"No, I cannot stop whining, because according to you and dad, all I ever do is whine! Do you serve cheese with your whine Sam? Whine aged 12 years! ENOUGH! You're complaining more then me!"
"Stop scratching you are gonna make it worse!"
"No, I'm not!"
"You're gonna make yourself scar!"
"I don't care if the itching stops!" Sam was rather weepy and wiping his eyes trying to cover it up.
He wanted Dean to be proud of him and know he was brave.
Dean knew, but Sam was not very confident.
"Sam, I know you're crying. It's okay."
"No, I'm not!"
"Okay, just give me your hand."
Sam put his hand out.Dean rubbed some lotion on it.
"Whats that?"
"Aloe vera." Dean gave Sam the tube. "Here, rub wherever it itches."
**
It was night now, and Dean was laying awake watching Sam scratch himself in his sleep.
Dean got up and slapped his hands.
"The lotion didn't work I see?"
"No!" Sam replied, continuing to scratch.
Dean slapped his hands again.
Then went into the kitchen, got two mismatched oven mitts, and some duct tape from the garage.
He grabbed Sam's hands and put them on, then quickly duct taped them on.
"Ha, Now you can't scratch bitch!"
"Jerk!"
"Why is one a lobster and one a crocodile?"
"So you can make a fashion statement."
"Nice."
Then they both went to bed and fell asleep.