Title: Snowed In
Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Not my characters! I make no money!

Author Notes: Sick Days Official on Tumblr is having a week-long party and I decided to join in.
Prompt: Snowed In. Your character is in a bit of a pickle, but can’t leave the house because the snow is too high and the roads are too bad!

Some ideas: Running out of things they need, wanting someone to come over but the person can’t make it due to the weather, a situation gets suddenly very much worse and they can’t go to a hospital.

Snowed In

Sam knew he shouldn’t feel so bad about this. At least he had a warm motel room to ride the storm out in. “Are you sure you’ll be all right?!” Sam yelled into the phone. Yelling made his raw throat hurt, but there was no way Dean would be able to hear him otherwise.

“Should be safe enough here in this underground garage! I’ll try the roads again when there’s some visibility! But will you be okay?”

Sam would be a lot more okay if Dean had been able to get to him with the supplies, that was for sure. He was running out of everything he needed—food, cold medicine, even tissues. But he didn’t want his big brother to worry and set out again before it was safe. “I’ll be fide!” Sam replied. “Call with ubdates! Be safe!”

“I will, Sammy!”

They hung up. Even though nothing had changed, the motel room suddenly felt empty and lonely again without Dean on the other line of the phone. Sam had every light on in the room and the television as well, but he still couldn’t shake the feeling. He was on his own right now. He’d never been sick before without someone who could look after him. Dean had always been there for him. And in college he’d had roommates and then Jess.

“heh… “ He was scraping the bottom of the tissue box already. “hehh-TIHShooo!” Trying to conserve this scarce commodity, he blew his nose, folded the tissue, blew again, folded again, and wiped his nose until every bit of the tissue had been used.

He laid his head down on the pile of pillows—the ones from his bed and the ones from Dean’s as well—and pulled all the covers up to his ears. His head pounded. His nose ran. His stomach rumbled. His throat burned. But, with any luck, he would fall asleep and wake up to find the blizzard over and Dean walking in with the supplies and something hot to eat as well. “Mmmmmm.” Sam fell asleep, thinking of Dean’s tomato and rice soup.

*

When he woke, not even the battle scene on the World War I documentary on TV could drown out the sound of the storm outside. The wind howled and pelted the tops of the windows, the snow already halfway up the side of the motel. Sam wouldn’t be able to get out now even if he wanted to.

Sam sat up in bed, hugging the covers to his chest as he coughed. His dry tongue scraped against the hot, itchy roof of his mouth. The hunger cramp in his stomach had intensified. And his head hurt so much he worried he might get sick to his stomach. His nose ran, and a check of the box showed he was officially out of tissues. But the worst was the fact that he felt like he was burning up, but he couldn’t stop shivering at the same time.

He looked longingly over at his phone. No missed calls. No texts. No Dean. Sam was entirely on his own.

“heh hehh h’TIHSHhhhhhh!” He sneezed freely before clapping a hand to his streaming nose and coughing from the congestion. That was the first thing he had to do something about. He’d worry about food later; breathing came first. If Dean were here, what would he have Sam do?

Pulling one of the blankets off the bed and wrapping it loosely around himself so part trailed behind, Sam made his way to the bathroom. He slid down the wall to sit on the floor and unrolled toilet paper until he had a handful, and not a moment too soon. “heh-YIHTchoooo! Huh-Ttschoooo!” He snuffled into the toilet paper, clearing his nose repeatedly. Then he reached over to the tub with his long arms and turned the hot water on. Steam wouldn’t solve all his problems, but it was a start.

And the warmth made him feel sleepy again. So he curled up on the floor in the blanket and closed his eyes. The pressure in his temples intensified. His head throbbed painfully as the congestion in it shifted around. He wished he’d thought to bring a few pillows, but it was too late now. If only he could just get some more sleep and wait out the storm.

THUMP!

Sam sat straight up. Had the wind knocked open the door? No… no, there wasn’t just a thump but voices. And it wasn’t just the TV, Sam was sure of it. Someone was in his room. Somehow, someone had made it through all of this snow and ice and wind and cold and was coming to kill him. A demon? A ghost?

Dean had the colt with him, but Sam knew he kept a gun in his duffle bag, and Sam knew his bag was on the floor by the bed closest to the bathroom. Knowing what he had to do, knowing he had no other option, Sam gathered his strength and pulled open the bathroom door.

He threw himself at the bag. Unzipped. Located the gun. Unclicked the safety. Rolled in place. And aimed.

“Whoa!”

Sam blinked and lowered the weapon at once. “What? How…”

Dean stood in the middle of the room, hands up in a ‘don’t shoot me’ gesture. “Cas,” he explained. “He brought me, but he forgot all the supplies, so he went back to the car for them.”

“Dean yelled at me,” Castiel said, appearing out of nowhere with no fewer than six plastic grocery bags in his hands.

“I didn’t yell,” Dean said. “I insisted.”

“You insisted loudly.” He looked over at Sam and then stretched his arms out. “These are for you.”

Sam nodded and took the bags. Tissues. Cold medicine. More tissues. Snacks. And even more tissues. There was no hot meal, not even soup, but Sam didn’t care. He had everything he needed now. He had his big brother to take care of him.

PROMPT:

10: Snowed In
Your character is in a bit of a pickle, but can’t leave the house because the snow is too high and the roads are too bad!
Some ideas: Running out of things they need, wanting someone to come over but the person can’t make it due to the weather, a situation gets suddenly very much worse and they can’t go to a hospital.