Title: A Little Tea With Your Honey
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Length: 391
Content Notes: fluff, H/C, wee!chesters

Summary: John is sick with the flu and Doctor Dean is determined to take care of him, with a reluctant Nurse Sam by his side.


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"I want to be the doctor," Sammy mumbled, eyes barely peeking over the edge of the counter.

"You can't be the doctor," Dean said, matter-of-fact. "I'm the doctor."

Sammy watched as Dean pulled the whistling kettle off the burner, towel wrapped carefully around the handle. A chipped mug sat near the stove with an old spoon and several tea bags shoved inside. If one bag was good, Dean reasoned, three would be better.

He was a doctor, after all. He knew about these things.

"But I want to be the doctor," Sammy whined, little face pinching and bangs hanging across his eyes.

"We can only have one doctor," Dean said, pouring hot water into the mug and only spilling a little on the counter. "You have to be the nurse."

"I don't wanna be a nurse!" Sammy shouted.

Down the hall, John coughed.

Both boys froze.

John grumbled and coughed again, the sound muffled behind the bedroom door. The mattress springs squeaked as he moved. Then their little suite was quiet again.

Dean frowned at Sammy. Sammy stared back, eyes wide and nervous. "That's why I'm the doctor," Dean said.

Sammy pouted, but didn't argue as Dean uncapped the teddy bear and squirted a generous dollop of honey into the tea.

"Can I have some?" Sammy asked.

"This is for Dad," Dean said.

Sammy considered Dean's back as he worked. "Can I lick the spoon?" he asked.

Dean rolled his eyes. "We're not making cookies, dork. This is medicine. Dad needs this spoon."

Sammy's cheeks flushed and his lower lip began to tremble. "Why are you so mean?!" he cried.

Dean sighed and crossed the tiny kitchen to Sammy's side. "Here," he said, shoving the honey into Sammy's hands. Sammy grinned, little nose wrinkling in triumph. "You'll have to give that back if Dad needs it," Dean said.

"Okay," Sammy said, squirting a sticky line onto his fingertip before placing his finger in his mouth. He smiled up at Dean.

"Whatever," Dean said. Going back to the stove, Dean carefully picked up the mug. "C'mon, bitch, I need you to open the door for me," he said, slowly rounding the counter, eyes steadily fixed on the tea.

"Kay," Sammy said around a mouthful of honey. He dashed ahead, bare feet pitter-patting down the hall as Dean followed behind, medicine ready for delivery.

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End.