Down with the 'Ickness'

Pairing: Dean/Sam

Warnings: Total fluff ficlet here for a friend because she thinks she's dying from a cold. *dramatic pose stolen from previously mentioned sickie* Oh...and some really kinky self pleasure...but at the same time with the boys and...well I think it's hot. I figured that my poor friend could pretend she was getting the same bedside treatment and she'd perk up in no time. LOL

Dean just sat on the bed, trying not to laugh or puke. He turned his head slowly to the silence coming from the bathroom only to quickly turn away when the retching sound reached his ears again. He sucked his lips into his mouth and bit down firmly. Don't puke. It's just Sam and his....vomit... He began to gag and then started to swallow quickly to kill the gag reflex. After a few moments he heard silence again.

The bathroom door opened and Sam walked out looking very ill and very unattractive. His nose was red and there was a bit of tissue paper stuck to the side of it. His hair was pointing everywhere, cold and sticky from the sweat that had dried while he was leaning over the toilet. His mouth was hanging open because he couldn't possibly breathe through his nose and his eyes were so watery that Dean was surprised he could see.

"Hey there, Sammy...How are-" He was stopped as Sammy sneezed so hard that he fell flat on his butt.

Dean jumped up and helped his baby brother to stand. "Well then...that can't be good."

Sam nodded dumbly and let himself be half dragged and half carried to the bed. He smiled as Dean tucked him in. "Brings baaa memowees..."

"Is that Latin?"

Sam sighed. "Brings...Baa-k....Mem-o-weeze."

"Memories! Yeah...great..."

Sam stuck out his lower lip. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just..." He winced as he contemplated helping his brother. He grabbed about five tissues and used all of them in a clump to remove the stray bit of tissue from Sam's nose. "Ew...ew ew ew ew." He hurried over to the garbage and dumped the contents into the bag, not caring about Sam's protests and lecture on wastefullness. "Shush..you'll hurt your throat."

Sam suck out his tongue and closed his eyes. He opened them quickly, though, when something cold touched his forehead. "Cold!"

Dean shook his head. "Hot...Very hot..."

Sam smirked and wiggled his eyebrows up and down in what Dean figured was supposed to be seductive, but Sam only succeeded in looking more miserable than he was.

"Uh...no...you have a fever, dumbass."

"You gonna wear a noose's uniform?"

"You want me to wear a noose? What the hell, Sammy!"

"Nuuuurrrsssse."

"Oh. Well um...knock it off." He could feel the blush creeping up his face, but decided not to give in to it. He looked around through their bags and finally pulled a bottle of fever reducers out. "Okay...take one of...two of..." He tried to decipher the directions again. "Three of these." He attempted to open the bottle for five minutes before he started sweating and swearing. The child proof cap proved to be his undoing and he threw it as hard as he could against the wall. The plastic hit hard, but bounced onto the carpet, still sealed tight. "You son of a..." He pulled out his gun and aimed.

"Dean!"

Dean was still aiming, but looked at his brother. "It's cool, Sammy. I got this bitch."

"Just....give it to me."

Dean frowned, but put his weapon away and picked up the bottle. He almost wanted to strangle his brother when he opened it up easily and popped a few of them into his mouth. "Showoff..."

Sam looked around and then tried to get Dean's attention. "Wa wa..."

Dean smirked. "Yeah, you used to call it that when you were little, but not because you had your mouth full of pills...it was just because you were stupid." He got up, allowing the pill bottle to miss his head and got him some water and watched as Sam swallowed down the bitter remnants of the medication. "Now lets get the menthol rub."

Sam moaned and began to gag a bit.

"Don't do that!" Dean took off into the bathroom and brought out the wastebasket. "Puke in here if you have to do that, okay?" He sighed, realizing he wasn't being very nice, and sat down next to Sam, brushing his bangs out of his face. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm not any good at this. You know we weren't taught how to have a bedside manner." His eyes took on a faraway look. "Mom was really good at making everything seem better when I was sick." His gaze shifted to Sam again. "I'm not Mom. I'm Dean so I guess I'll just have to help you feel better my own way..."

He walked into the bathroom again and found the menthol rub. He took a deep breath and walked out, looking at Sam with a look that made the younger man want to get out of the bed and screw Dean until he screamed.

Dean set the balm on the bedside table and started to pull at his shirt. He lifted up the bottom of his tee shirt a little at a time until he noticed that Sam was definitely sweating out his fever. He pulled the shirt up and over his head and let it drop behind him. Then he started touching his face, neck, and then dragging his hands over his chest, causing his nipples to harden. Dean couldn't help a moan of pleasure and he noticed that Sam's eyes were wide open now.

His hands drifted down to his waistband of his jeans and played with the button of his jeans for a moment before quickly unsnapping it with a flick of his finger.

Sam couldn't help but study Dean's navel. He thought it had to be the sexiest belly button in the universe and began to itch to dip his tongue into the softness he knew he'd find there. The soft hair that made a trail from his navel to disappear beneath his jeans made Sam's cock jump to attention. Just watching Dean move made him harder than he thought possible when he was this sick.

Dean's hands were at his zipper now and he bit his lower lip quickly, shy suddenly about stripping for Sam.

Sam reached out and grabbed onto Dean's jeans, pulling him towards the bed. He looked up at Dean imploringly. "Please, Dean. Let me see you..."

Dean took a deep breath and slowly slid the zipper down, keeping eye contact with Sam the whole time. With every click of each link coming apart Sam became harder. He was watching Dean's eyes and saw the desire flicker there. Before Sam could stop himself, he was rubbing his own penis and moaning. He was achy, but he just couldn't hold back anymore. Not with Dean looking so damn edible at the moment.

Dean pulled his jeans down past his hips and then let them drop. He left his boxer briefs on while he stripped Sam of his pajamas. "Time for your rub, Mr. Winchester..."

Sam was now flushed and could have been dying from a gut shot and would still want to explore all the meanings of that statement.

Dean put his palms against his stomach with his fingers pointing downward and slid them down, pushing his underwear down his thighs.

Sam was able to tell that Dean was as turned on as he was and wanted to do something, but he knew that he was too weak and tired to be of much help.

Dean stood in front of Sam completely naked and reached into the nightstand drawer. He grabbed the tube that had gotten some use from the boys and squeezed the lotion out onto his fingers before replacing Sam's hands with his own.

Sam gasped and moaned deeply as he felt Dean's fingers massaging him instead of just stroking him. It seemed to last forever, but Sam knew what was coming and he refused to climax too early.

Finally Dean straddled Sam's hips and lowered himself down until Sam was fully sheathed within Dean's warmth. He moved so slow that it was almost Sam's undoing, but once he was there he stayed perfectly still.

Sam wanted to wiggle, but couldn't. He just reached down and stroked the soft hair on Dean's belly he had been admiring earlier. It caused Dean's muscles to jump and bunch and Sam smiled, knowing that he still had the power in the bedroom even if he was sick and weak.

Dean reached over and grabbed the menthol rub and opened the canister, grateful that it was a simple twist off cap. He scooped out a generous amount and rubbed the goo between his hands. Then he placed his hands on Sam's chest and used the greasiness to slide around a bit, while also supporting himself to begin moving up and down. He pulled his feet up, bringing him into more of a squat and used his leg muscles to help him fuck Sam.

Sam breathed in the menthol and moaned, allowing Dean to take the lead for now. Sam knew that Dean would be in agony if he touched himself with his hands right now so he reached out and gripped Dean, letting him thrust into his hand.

Soon the only sound in the room was the grunts and moans of the two men and then a loud gasp from Sam, followed by a strangled cry from Dean.

Sam took a few deep breaths and was pleased to find that his nose wasn't as stuffed as it had been. "Damn Dean...you're a miracle worker. What the hell was in that menthol rub?"

Dean looked down at Sam's chest, covered in grease and cum, and winked. "Secret family ingredient..."

The end of Part IV