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Fic Post: "Soup" for MusesFool 
18th-Sep-2007 12:26 pm
musesfool posted yesterday that she was feeling under the weather, and wanted Winchesters to cheer her up. Day late, but I'm procrastinating like whoa at work and so I wrote this for her:

Title: "Soup"
Author: gwendolyngrace
Rating: G, Gen
Summary: A 12-year-old Dean plays nurse for an 8-year-old Sammy
Notes: Flashfiction for musesfool on the occasion of her flu.
Disclaimer: Kripke, yo. All in good fun. Words are all mine. Flashfiction.
Feedback/Recommend/Archive: is Love, but if you're archiving or plugging, please drop a line!

"Dean, I'm tired of soup," Sammy said. Correction: Sammy whined. Sammy was whiny on the best of occasions; when he was sick, they could have hired him out to the fire department as a replacement siren.

"You might be tired of it, Sammy, but it's the only thing you've been able to keep down for two days, so slurp it up," Dean countered. "Ew. And blow your nose, dude." He reached over for the tissue box and tipped it toward his brother.

Sammy trumpeted noisily. He dropped the used tissue into the wastebasket, which Dean had helpfully posted right beside the bed. Dean, meanwhile, perched on the bed by Sammy's tucked-in legs. When Sammy sat up, Dean set down the stolen room service tray across his brother's lap. "Don't spill it; I can't call the desk for new sheets twice in one day."

"Sorry," Sammy said again.

"No big deal," Dean replied, in a way that said when his little brother felt better, he was planning to extract a lot of mileage out of the incident. Luckily (for Dean), he had moved Sammy to the bed closest to the bathroom and commandeered Dad's bed for himself. So it wasn't hard to throw the kid in the tub after he'd tossed his cookies, plus there was still one dry bed to put him back in afterward. Dean had balled up the comforter and wet sheets in a garbage bag so he could wait until morning to call for fresh linens, but he didn't want to call the maid again - the old, "Dad's gone out for coffee" excuse didn't work so well at 2:00 PM.

"Can we watch Mario?" Sammy was asking, sipping star-shaped noodles from his mug.

Dean shrugged. "It's all soaps until four, Sammy. How about getting some sleep after you finish?"

Sammy sighed. How an eight-year-old kid could huff and puff fit to blow down the little pigs' house, Dean could never figure out. But Sammy certainly managed it. "I'm not tired, Dean. I'm bored." He flopped his legs from side to side under the covers. "Did Ms. Turner have any more homework for me?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "No. And I'm not having you clean the guns - last time you sneezed and got snot all over the trigger."

They sat in silence broken only by Sammy's determined slurp. He held out the mug after a moment, and Dean took it and the tray away wordlessly. Sammy slumped against his pillows. "Wanna play matchbox wars?"

Dean grinned. "Sure." He went to their duffel and pulled out the supplies: a deck of cards, a few intrepid green army guys, and their four matchbox cars. He handed the toys to Sammy, who held them up while Dean snapped the comforter up from the foot of the bed. He tossed the end into the air and let it float down over Sammy's legs. Air pockets formed and made the bed into its own terrain: hills, valleys, and where Sammy's knees poked up, a ridged mountain range.

"We need a river," Sammy recommended. Dean rummaged through their bags and found an old shoelace. He laid it out on a diagonal starting at Sammy's toes and extending toward the other pillows, and then the two of them spent a cantankerous five minutes curving the lace to form the shape of the waterway. Dean then picked up his two matchboxes - he always used the Corvette and the General Lee - and half of the army men. Sammy accordingly took up his share of the plastic soldiers and his matchboxes: a T-bird convertible and a VW bug painted to look like Herbie. (Dean kept telling Sammy he should trade it for something even vaguely cool, but Sammy had chosen it when he was five, after seeing "The Love Bug" on his birthday. Dean remembered watching the movie all together, cuddled up under blankets with Dad on the sofa in a trailer in West Virginia, while rain pounded outside and a fire crackled in the wood-burning stove, so Dean could sort of understand why Sammy kept hanging on to it. Besides, in matchbox wars, the VW could double as a chopper.)

Dean shuffled and dealt out the deck. As they played, they moved their soldiers (the matchboxes were the tanks, of course) in strategic advances, using rules that only the two of them understood and remembered. As usual, the game devolved while they played, so that after about half an hour, Sammy declared that the range was unstable and moved his legs to cause an "earthquake," after which Dean rattled the comforter to cause a "tsunami" and the armed forces of the respective countries of Sammyland and Deantopia were brought to a cease-fire so they could work together on organizing relief for the hapless civilians.

Sammy collapsed against his pillows. "Is it time for cartoons yet?" he asked.

Dean consulted the hotel room alarm clock. "Still got about an hour. Let's see if there's anything on cable." He swept the cards and toys off the bed and dumped them into the duffel, grabbed the remote from the desk, and flicked the TV on. As he flipped around, he came to sit on the bed beside Sam, leaning on the headboard.

"M'just gonna lie down a bit," Sammy muttered. "Until you find something to watch," he added, as if to tell Dean that it had nothing to do with being sick.

"Okay, Sammy," Dean said with a suppressed grin. He left off surfing to help Sammy settle in, tucking the comforter around him, smoothing out its ruined landscapes and petting it into place to keep the warmth in.

"Dean?" Sammy's voice came out muffled, as only the very top of his hair showed.


Sammy's reply was so long in coming, Dean thought he had fallen asleep. But then, in a plaintive voice, he heard his little brother say: "Maybe later you could make me a little more soup?"
18th-Sep-2007 06:06 pm (UTC)
Aw, boys. This is so adorable, and Dean is so the bestest big brother ever. ♥
18th-Sep-2007 07:47 pm (UTC)
Totally the bestest big brother ever. Almost had Sam say that, too!
18th-Sep-2007 06:56 pm (UTC)
Very sweet. You have to love Dean's attentiveness in the face of sneezing and massive quantities of mucus. *g*
18th-Sep-2007 07:46 pm (UTC)
Well, he *is* 12, so mucus has its own je ne sais quois, even if someone else's mucus is by definition more gross than one's own.

Plus, Sam home sick = Dean off from school for the day, so he can't exactly hate Sammy for that!
18th-Sep-2007 07:17 pm (UTC)
This was too cute! Dean is such a good big brother here taking care of Sammy like that. I like the game the two play with rules only they know and understand - seems logical since they are each other's best friends.

So sweet how Sammy tries to fight taking a nap but ends up falling asleep anyway much to Dean's amusement.

Just a really adorable look at the boys. Great job!
18th-Sep-2007 07:44 pm (UTC)
One of my fond memories from being ill was my Dad doing the comforter landscape trick and playing with my Fisher Price and Playmobil knights on the bedspread.... I can imagine that with siblings, there would be many (and varying) rules to any game they'd play. But ultimately whatever they play turns into Calvinball and the rules are broken as quickly as they're established.

Glad you liked!
18th-Sep-2007 11:09 pm (UTC)
That is the most adorable thing ever! The game is freaking perfect. :)
21st-Sep-2007 05:38 pm (UTC)
When I was at home sick as a kid, my dad used to do the trick with the blanket and I'd use my Fisher Price and Playmobil knights and stuff to conduct little wars. I figured the boys would add the complexity of a card game that dictated some of the rules, but really, everything with them turns into Calvinball.

Anyway, glad you liked! All hail the comfort schmoop!
19th-Sep-2007 12:10 am (UTC)
great story
21st-Sep-2007 05:42 pm (UTC)

Love your icon!
22nd-Sep-2007 03:50 pm (UTC)
thanks! you can take it. It is by speakfree
19th-Sep-2007 07:30 am (UTC)
Hee! While I can't imagine anyone being that patient at age 12, it's still very cute! :)
21st-Sep-2007 05:45 pm (UTC)
Dean is the bestest brother ever, after all. I'm not sure he's all that patient, though - taking care of Sammy is a pain, but it's a day home from school and he *likes* the game they played, so other than having to clean the kid up and make him soup, not really all that different from a normal day with his Sammeh.

Nevertheless, thanks for reading! Glad it made you grin.
29th-Sep-2007 11:37 pm (UTC) - Kit_henwarz!

That is just ultimate_cuteness.
30th-Sep-2007 01:37 am (UTC) - Re: Kit_henwarz!
Thanks! All hail schmoop!

I remember being sick when I was a kid and my dad doing the comforter trick. I used to play with my legos, playmobils, and fisher price toys for hours. But I always wound up causing plate tectonics when I needed to move my legs!

Glad you enjoyed.
7th-Dec-2007 12:38 am (UTC)
This was utterly adorable! :)

when he was sick, they could have hired him out to the fire department as a replacement siren.


...using rules that only the two of them understood and remembered.

I love that because without a doubt, after all those years in motels and traveling for miles in the backseat of the Impala, those two are sure to have invented lots of clever games to pass the time. And that line is such a perfect illustration of the close bond they share as brothers.
7th-Dec-2007 01:13 am (UTC)
Hee. Glad you liked it.

without a doubt, after all those years in motels and traveling for miles in the backseat of the Impala, those two are sure to have invented lots of clever games to pass the time

Absolutely! I have a catalog of games I think they worked out. But they all have one thing in common and that's that any game, even board games they may have acquired from time to time, had a way of devolving into Calvinball.
11th-Jan-2008 03:18 am (UTC)
Dean rattled the comforter to cause a "tsunami" and the armed forces of the respective countries of Sammyland and Deantopia were brought to a cease-fire

*dies from the cuteness* This was awesome, thanks.
11th-Jan-2008 05:53 am (UTC)
*dies from the cuteness*

Ah, my work here is done. ;^D

Glad you liked it!
5th-Apr-2008 08:07 pm (UTC) - Dean really needs to get married
I mean he has had all the Daddy training already - or Sammy has to get married with a lot of kids so Dean can be the best uncle ever

This was so cute and sweet

9th-Jun-2008 02:48 am (UTC)
Dean is the best big brother in the world! <333333
24th-Jun-2010 06:13 am (UTC)
Aww! *cuddles wee!chesters* I LOVE it when wee!Dean takes care of Sam! And wee!Sam! ;D He's just so...wee!
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