Short!fic - Response
Title: Response
Author: Ry (curseangel / dreamsforlease)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Chibi!Winchesters, angst, somewhat dark, "why does JW always sound like an abusive ass in my fanfics?".
Characters/Pairings: John, Sam, and Dean Winchester.
Summary: Pre-series. Sam gets sick.
When Sam's six, he gets sick. Real sick, dangerous sick. Dad finds a doctor who's willing to see him on emergency, some pediatrics doctor who actually cares about more than the salary and whether the insurance he's holding onto the card for so hard its biting lines into his fingers goes through. Dad tells him to take care of the paperwork, and he's only ten but it's not like he doesn't know it all anyway. Fake information, history as close as they can fudge it; the nurse asks if his brother gets sick a lot, if he has to do this a lot. He doesn't say anything to her. Can't speak, something hard and unyielding stuck in his throat.
By the time he's done the paperwork and the insurance and gets back to where they've taken Sam, his little brother's crying, face red with fever, and he grabs Dean's hand like it's the end of the world, holds on. He doesn't try to get him to let go, because he's trying really hard not to cry, too, and Dad's talking serious with the doctor, he catches the words "emergency room", sees Dad with that look on that he gets when Sam's in trouble, when something happens to him. Like he's afraid he won't come back, afraid like Dad's never afraid, except now, and Dean has to swallow a sob, pretend he's coughing, choke back the fear until it sits stone-like in his stomach.
They don't wait for an ambulance, the doctor says they can't, so Dad puts Sammy in the backseat of the Impala and they drive there. It's not far, and Dad's driving like he's being chased by the hosts of Hell, and Dean pulls his feet up in the passenger's seat and watches his brother in the rearview mirror, scared out of his mind. He can't think anything beyond Sammy oh god you have to be okay Sammy come on. Sam's out cold, though, lying where Dad put him.
Dad makes Dean take care of the insurance again, when they're at the hospital. He fills out all the forms and then gets Dad to sign them, because he's not good enough at forging his father's signature yet, and anyway they're watching him, ten year old boy taking care of all the administration, so he can't. He tries not to think about what would happen if-- would they even know his brother's real name for the..
He forces himself not to think about it, leans against his brother's hospital bed once he's allowed in. Falls asleep there and doesn't wake up until Sam starts asking him where they are.
Author: Ry (curseangel / dreamsforlease)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Chibi!Winchesters, angst, somewhat dark, "why does JW always sound like an abusive ass in my fanfics?".
Characters/Pairings: John, Sam, and Dean Winchester.
Summary: Pre-series. Sam gets sick.
When Sam's six, he gets sick. Real sick, dangerous sick. Dad finds a doctor who's willing to see him on emergency, some pediatrics doctor who actually cares about more than the salary and whether the insurance he's holding onto the card for so hard its biting lines into his fingers goes through. Dad tells him to take care of the paperwork, and he's only ten but it's not like he doesn't know it all anyway. Fake information, history as close as they can fudge it; the nurse asks if his brother gets sick a lot, if he has to do this a lot. He doesn't say anything to her. Can't speak, something hard and unyielding stuck in his throat.
By the time he's done the paperwork and the insurance and gets back to where they've taken Sam, his little brother's crying, face red with fever, and he grabs Dean's hand like it's the end of the world, holds on. He doesn't try to get him to let go, because he's trying really hard not to cry, too, and Dad's talking serious with the doctor, he catches the words "emergency room", sees Dad with that look on that he gets when Sam's in trouble, when something happens to him. Like he's afraid he won't come back, afraid like Dad's never afraid, except now, and Dean has to swallow a sob, pretend he's coughing, choke back the fear until it sits stone-like in his stomach.
They don't wait for an ambulance, the doctor says they can't, so Dad puts Sammy in the backseat of the Impala and they drive there. It's not far, and Dad's driving like he's being chased by the hosts of Hell, and Dean pulls his feet up in the passenger's seat and watches his brother in the rearview mirror, scared out of his mind. He can't think anything beyond Sammy oh god you have to be okay Sammy come on. Sam's out cold, though, lying where Dad put him.
Dad makes Dean take care of the insurance again, when they're at the hospital. He fills out all the forms and then gets Dad to sign them, because he's not good enough at forging his father's signature yet, and anyway they're watching him, ten year old boy taking care of all the administration, so he can't. He tries not to think about what would happen if-- would they even know his brother's real name for the..
He forces himself not to think about it, leans against his brother's hospital bed once he's allowed in. Falls asleep there and doesn't wake up until Sam starts asking him where they are.