Type and Tire (SPN, Dean)

[Wolfwings22]

I can really relate to this actually a lot. When I type it instantly calms me down and the sound is just comforting to hear. It's probably my favorite sound ever, so I hope that I can do this prompt justice. I'm going to warn you that there's not as much dialogue in this story as compared to other stories I’ve written, but I just felt that that was the direction that this story was leading me. Let me know if you like it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prompt- Dean is sick and stressed and restless. He needs to sleep. Sam does a series of things that he knows are comforting to Dean. Like. He types at his keyboard and the sound makes Dean all dozey and relaxed.

 

 

 

 

 

    Dean had never felt this sick in a long time. He felt achy, feverish, clammy, and just all around shitty. There was no other way to describe it. He just felt real shitty.

 

    However, that wasn't all that he faced. He did feel very, very sick. But, he also felt restless and just stressed beyond belief. It was as if all of his nerves were frayed and on end. He just couldn't explain how he felt. He was beyond paranoid and nothing that he did seemed to ease it.

 

    That was really starting to bother Sam.

 

    Sam looked up from the book that he was reading as he saw Dean still pacing around the small motel room. He gnawed at his lower lip as he thought about what to do. Dean was mumbling and murmuring to himself and Sam could only guess that he was mumbling something about Purgatory. He squeezed his eyes shut as he sighed loudly.

 

    "Dean? Dean!"

 

    Nothing that Sam did seemed to make a bit of difference. He had tried calling Dean's name, even shouting at him. He had also tried whispering his name and making as much noise at possible; it did nothing. After Sam had driven them to this week's motel to get some much needed rest, Dean had just snapped. He didn't want Sam to touch him and he had just started pacing back and forth in the tiny space. He was muttering to himself and running his fingers through his hair madly. It was driving Sam crazy just to watch. He had been a little edgy in the car and hadn't slept, but now he was even worse.

 

    "Dean, can you hear me? Dean, you need sleep. You've been awake for nearly 24 hours. Sleeping will make you feel better," pointed out Sam as he tried to appeal to Dean's logical side. Clearly that wasn't going to work.

 

    "ItcSHew! ITcSHew! ITCHseW!"

 

    Sam winced at the wetness of Dean's sudden sneezes. Dean hadn't bothered to cover his mouth or his nose and Sam could tell that they were messy. Dean gave a massive sniff and rubbed at his nose with the palm of his hand desperately. It left his hand wet as he rubbed it against his jeans in an attempt to dry it. He kept pacing and muttering again, this time sniffling along the way.

 

    Dean had come down sick a couple of days ago. At first it hadn't been that worrisome. Then, he had gotten a fever and the never ending urge to sneeze. It was more annoying than worrisome, but having a brother who was barely functioning wasn't helping the situation. If Dean would just relax and actually sleep it off then he would be fine. Yet, that was exactly what Dean didn't want to do and it was driving Sam absolutely mad.

 

    "De," Sam tried with a soft voice. It was the only thing that Sam could think of. It was the childhood name that Sam had called his brother when he had been too young and saying 'Dean' was just too difficult. So, he and Dean had abbreviated his name as easily as possible and that's what they had come up with. Sam had called him that until he was about five years old, unless he was sick or injured. Now it was code that something was wrong and that Sam really needed his brother. He just hoped that it would snap Dean out of whatever he was faced with.

 

    Sure enough, Dean's head swiveled to face his brother and he stopped pacing. His hands still wrung themselves together, but Sam could deal with that. "De, are you listening to me?"

 

    Dean nodded slowly. "Sabby. I-I dond't feel good," he confessed in a croaked tone that Sam could barely understand.

 

    Sam couldn't help but smile as he nodded slowly to match his brother's nod. "Yeah, I'm sure that you don't. How about you lay here with me," he offered as he patted the spot beside him.

 

    Dean thought for a moment before he tiptoed forward. He started to lay on Sam's bed with his face crinkling with the need to sneeze again. Before Sam could even suggest Dean maybe cover his mouth or something of the sort, Dean was already aiming some tired sneezes against Sam's pillow.

 

    "ITcSHeW! ItcSHew! ItchSHew! ItchSHew!"

 

    "Bless you," sighed Sam as he extended his arm and rubbed at Dean's shoulders gently through his sweaty shirt. He sighed heavily as he continued to try and soothe his brother.

 

    Unfortunately, Dean turned around and laid on his side, facing Sam. "Sabby, I dond't feel good," he repeated in a dejected tone that just broke Sam's heart.

 

    Sam thought about what to say next when he saw the mess that was running down Dean's face. He reached over at the table and grabbed the box of dry and scratchy tissues. It was what the motel provided and Sam forgot about actually trying to get better ones for his brother. He was going to have to make do with what he had.

 

    "Here," Sam offered as he shook them in front of Dean's face to grab his attention. "Why don't you try cleaning yourself up a bit, alright? Might make you feel better."

 

    Dean took a moment to actually grasp the situation. Then, his hand flew up to his nose and pressed on it. Sam heard a squelching sound and he grimaced. Dean took the tissue box and pulled out a few. He started to rub it against his nose desperately and eventually threw the tissues aside on the floor and appeared not to give it a second thought. Sam tried not to either.

 

    "Now, how about you get some sleep," Sam suggested. That was usually only one thing that made Dean feel better and that was sleep. It was just always a process to get him to sleep. Sam just wished that he could force Dean asleep. Unfortunately, that wouldn't do any good. He was going to have to think of something else.

 

    Dean looked up at Sam with wide and unblinking eyes. He sniffed again before he let out a volley of harsh coughs without even thinking of covering his mouth. Sam ignored it when he saw Dean rubbing at his eyes. "Can't," he groaned.

 

    "And why not," Sam pressed as he stretched out a hand and tried to smooth Dean's hair just a bit so that it didn't drop into his forehead.

 

    Dean shrugged as if a worded answer wasn't enough. He just continued to look at his brother with a questioning and hopeful look in his eyes. Maybe Sam knew how to make it better since he usually did. Unfortunately, years and years had changed things. Maybe not their relationship, but definitely how they worked around each other. Sam had to figure this out and quickly.

 

    Suddenly, an idea popped into Sam's head. He turned his head to glance at the table beside the bed and reached over. He grabbed his computer with the tips of his fingers and thrust it on his lap. He powered it up and pulled up a document so that he could start typing. He drummed his fingers on the keys a bit before he got to work.

 

    "Whadt are you doig," Dean asked as he rubbed a hand against his nose. "Watchig sobethig naudty? TchSHew!"

 

    Sam moved Dean's head out of the way and laughed. "No, knucklehead! I'm just typing. Listen to it," Sam urged as he started to think about what he should actually type. It was a little creepy to have Dean reading over his shoulder exactly what he was typing, but if this went according to plan, then Dean would be asleep in no time.

 

    "Listen," Dean echoed in surprise.

 

    Sam nodded. "Yeah. Just be quiet and listen to it. I guarantee you that you'll be asleep in five minutes, tops!"

 

    Determination showed on Dean's face. Although, it was quickly swallowed by the look of exhaustion and fear etched on Dean's face. Sam tried to ignore it as he helped Dean lay back down almost forcefully. "Will dnot," Dean argued with another powerful sniff that started another tickling sensation in his nose. "TchSHew! ItchSHew!"

 

    "Dude, cover you mouth or your nose! Disgusting," muttered Sam as he pretended to shake the germs off of his body. He then helped Dean lay down again and tried to ignore his annoying sniffling. "Just listen, okay, for five minutes."

 

    Dean rolled his eyes before he nodded. He started to snuggle deep into the pillows and blankets on the uncomfortable motel bed. This wasn't what Sam wanted for his bother. Dean needed something comfortable. In Sam's mind Dean deserved the best of everything for all that he had been through. However, Sam couldn't give him that, so they would have to settle for this. Sam didn't mind too much as long as he could lull Dean to sleep, and rather quickly he might add.

 

    "Just try," Sam told his brother again when he noticed that Dean's eyes were still open.

 

    Dean muttered something to himself before he sighed heavily. He closed his eyes and breathed loudly through his mouth since his nose was completely blocked.

 

    It was a comical sound to Sam, but he quickly swallowed that as he started to type madly against the keyboard. He couldn't really think of much to write about, so he tried to account the last hunt step by step and tried to even add some dialogue like a book. It was quite interesting and easy once he got started. He didn't have a care in the world and he could even delve deep into the relaxing process of it.

 

    Sam turned to look at his brother and saw that he was already fast asleep. He was sprawled sideways with his mouth open and a small stream of something clear and sticky running from his left nostril. He snored loudly with each intake of breath and Sam actually found that quite relaxing.

 

    "Alright, Dean. Get some rest," Sam told him as he continued to type since the sound was even lulling him to sleep just a little bit. "We'll figure it out in the morning."

 

    That's what they always did and that's what they'd always do. Even if they had to take a day or so out of their life to do something good and relaxing for themselves.

 

The End

Edited July 14, 2021 by Wolfwings22

[aggedy_ann]

Awwww….sweet.