Tough To Breathe (SPN, Dean)

[Wolfwings22]

Here I am again with another Supernatural story. I’ve been a little out of commission lately after having some issues with my back and procedures to go along with it and such, but that has given me plenty of time to write and it’s just the editing that I have to do, which takes me the longest. Anyway, this is going to be a shorter story than usual as I work myself up to editing the longer stories that I have. I will say that I will have some multi chapter ones coming up sometime in the future so hopefully those will be enjoyable. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

Prompt- Anything where Dean needs to wear an oxygen mask for awhile (chest infection?) but has to keep taking it off to sneeze. Sam is worried and all PUT IT BACK ON WHAT ARE YOU DOING, but Dean is sneezy and miserable and doesn't listen very well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

    This is not where Dean would've thought he would've been a week ago. In fact, he never thought that he would be here. He found himself  in a tiny hospital in Scranton, Pennsylvania. It was basically in the country and Dean was surprised that they actually had anything had a hospital.

 

    Although, that wasn't the worst part of it. No, that was the cumbersome oxygen mask that was plastered against his face. He was forced to breathe through it since apparently he hadn't been able to breathe on his own when he had brought in. But, the last week was a giant blur and Dean didn't know if that was bad or not. All he had was Sam's word to go on and his brother did seem pretty freaked out when mentioning it. Under the circumstances Dean would've been too if the rolls were reversed. He could understand that.

 

    "Sam," Dean croaked as he turned his head over to his little brother, who was sitting in a chair next to his hospital bed. He immediately looked up and he realized how bad that his little brother looked. He had bags under his eyes, his face was flushed, and he looked like he hadn't shaved in a month.

 

    "Dean, you okay, man," Sam asked as he leaned forward with worry still clear in his eyes.

 

    Dean shook his head from side to side uncomfortably with panic almost rising in his breath as he felt his nose start to itch and tickle. It was beyond uncomfortable and he knew that he wasn't going to sneeze with this stupid mask still on over his face. He wanted it off, now.

 

    Dean started to fumble for it off when Sam stretched out a hand and tried to force Dean's hands away. "Dean, stop that. You need to keep that on."

 

    Dean wanted to explain to Sam why he was doing what he was doing, but there wasn't time. He managed to rip it off of his face and buckle forward. "TcshsHsHSh! TchshSHSsh! TcsHshSH!"

 

    Sam nodded in understanding as he reached over to where the tissues were on a small table. He pulled out a few tissues and came toward Dean with the tissues in hand. Dean was about to reach for them when Sam withdrew them out of his reach. "Let me do it," Sam ordered.

 

    Dean narrowed his eyes. "I can wipe my down damn nose," Dean wheezed until he broke out in a rattling cough that shook his entire body like an earthquake.

 

    Sam put on his own bitch face to almost match the look that Dean was giving him. "Dude, you don't remember any of the last week, do you? This is not the worst thing that I had to do for you. You fever spiked and that's why I called 911. I don't think that you understand what happened and how worried I was. When they came you were hardly breathing. That's why you have this mask on and I'd like it back on as soon as possible, so I'd appreciate some cooperation."

 

    Dean wasn't sure he had ever heard Sam say that much at one time or that fast. He must have scared him pretty good. Against Dean's better judgement, he lowered his hands so that they weren't in the way. He sighed heavily as he tried not to think of Sam wiping his nose for him.

 

    Sam was, thankfully, quick about it. Once he was finished he forced the mask back over Dean's face, securing it tightly around his ears. The purified oxygen shot right through his lungs and he was instantly able to breathe better. He sighed in relief before he looked and saw that Sam still seemed worried.

 

    "Having trouble breathing," Sam asked with a raised eyebrow.

 

    Dean wasn't sure if he should tell the truth or lie about it. Well, he had already lied to Sam and told him that he wasn't sick all week and clearly that wasn't true. He thought that it would probably best to actually be truthful for once. "Yeah, a little," Dean confessed as he looked away from Sam.

 

    Sam sucked in a breath as he patted Dean's shoulder. "Look, you can't let yourself get that sick again. You need to tell me," he urged desperately.

 

    Dean nodded absentmindedly. He brought up his hand to pull it down the oxygen mask from his face. He had almost got it down when Sam pushed his hands back against. "Dean, keep that on! I mean it. It's helping your breathe," Sam instructed.

 

    Dean huffed as he pulled his hands from his brother in frustration. "Sam, stop!" That seemed to grasp Sam's attention as he pulled the mask off of his face with a vengeance and tried to lift a hand to cover his mouth and nose, but he wasn't quite quick enough.

 

    "TcshSHshS! TcshSHsSH!"

 

    "Bless you," Sam offered with the tissues at the ready once more.

 

    Dean dropped his hands and Sam instantly helped Dean with his nose again. Dean had to swallow every once of his pride to let that actually happen. When Sam was finally done he brought the mask over Dean's nose once more. Dean hissed in surprise as he turned his head away from his brother.

 

    "You need to keep that on," Sam instructed as if it wasn't obvious.

 

    "I can't very well do that when I have to sneeze," Dean argued smartly. He knew that Sam was just concnered, but it was really starting to get on his nerves.

 

    Sam smiled. "Then maybe you should stop teasing," he taunted.

 

    Dean knew that they were good when Sam was starting to tease him. He chuckled back before that sparked a major coughing fit. Dean instantly sighed as he felt his chest tighten. "How long do I have to stay here?"

 

    "I'm not sure. As long as the doctor says that you have to stay," replied Sam matter-of-factly as if it wasn't obvious already. "They really want to keep you a few days for observation."

 

    "Observation my ass," Dean grumbled as he shook his head. It caused a slight pounding behind his eyes and he blinked in exhaustion. He just wanted to go to bed in some motel room with the TV on. He hated being here with an oxygen mask over his face and an IV in his arm. This was not enjoyable whatsoever.

 

    "Just don't raise hell about it, Dean. I kinda already did that when we first got here," Sam pointed out as he thought about the way that he had rushed in with the ambulance while Dean had just been clinging to life. He was drowning in his own fluid in his lungs. He was dying and Sam wasn't about to just roll over and let it happen.

 

    Dean wouldn't for his brother, but as long as Sam thought that he was going to do it, that was alright with him. "Fine, I guess. Can you at least put something on TV other than the news?"

 

    "Anything but Dr. Sexy," Sam replied as he reached forward and grabbed the remote as he tried to change the channel and turn up the volume.

 

    Dean wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Anything but that! I don't want to watch it when I'm in a freakin' hospital," he retorted sharply.

 

    Dean was about to say something else when he felt the need to sneeze again. Sam sprang into action before Dean could even realize that he was moving, swooping in even as Dean snapped the oxygen mask down to sneeze into steepled hands over the lower half of his face.

 

    "TchsSHhsH! TcsHsHSH! TcshSHs!"

 

    "Bless you," Sam murmured as Dean blinked his eyes madly, sore throat yowling in protest.

 

    Dean nodded as he continued to look around for the box of tissues. "Tissues," he requested as he made a face as he felt something dripping down his upper lip behind his hands.

 

    Sam didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed them and, once again, cleaned up Dean's face. He noticed Dean's eyes already closing when he placed the mask back over his face. This time it didn't seem to faze Dean. He already looked like he was asleep.

 

    Sam couldn't help but smile as he eyed his brother. "Sleep well because we are never, ever doing this again."

 

The End

[aggedy_ann]

This was great

[Sniffler]

This is so them. Dean doesn’t want to be cared for, Sam HAS TO take care of him. Great story.