Fic: Gimme Shelter - Coda (SPN)
Part 1: http://missbayliss.livejournal.com/18335.html
Coda
Dean coughed into his clenched fist, staring down at the pop quiz he hadn’t answered a single question of. His vision was swimming. He could barely make sense of the words in front of him. He coughed again.
“Dean.”
He looked up and his teacher was standing at the front of the room, beckoning him. The other kids looked up from their work, some whispers broke out as Dean pushed himself out of his chair.
“Heads down. Keep working, everyone.”
Dean swayed a little, clutching the back of his chair. He dragged his sleeve under his nose as he crossed the room towards his teacher. He was only 16 but he towered over her.
“Hey,” she whispered, “I’d like you to go and see the nurse, okay?”
“What? Why?” he cleared his throat, suppressing another cough.
She smiled.
Dean turned and sneezed into his cupped hands, “Huh’KSCSHTEWw!”
“Bless you,” she put a hand on his shoulder.
Dean braced himself on the wall as the world spun. He saw his teacher lean over Stacey’s table, “Stacey, can you take Dean to see the nurse please?”
“Sure, Mrs Chilcott.”
…
“Just lie down, Dean. I’ll call your father to come get you.”
Dean tried to push himself up off the bed, “Listen, lady, I’m fine.”
“Dean, your temperature is 101… and it’s Nurse Wilson, thank you.”
“My dad doesn’t finish work until after 5, and I have to walk home with my brother.”
“And he can’t leave early to pick you up?” she folded her arms.
Dean shook his head, another wave of dizziness smashing into him. Nurse Wilson pushed him back on the bed.
“And there’s no one else that can come get you?”
“No, but really I’m…”
“Young man, you are not fine.”
…
Dean woke up hours later still on the bed in the nurse’s office.
The nurse was at his side, “School’s over, son. Your brother’s waiting outside for you. We can have a member of staff drive you home if you like.”
“No, I… I feel a bit better now. Thanks.”
Sam looked small, his big backpack snug over both shoulders, “Dean?”
Dean put a hand on Sam’s back and they walked out of school side by side.
“Are you -“
“I’m okay, Sammy.”
“The nurse said you’ve been in there most of the day.”
“Yeah, I,” Dean broke off coughing, forcing them to stop walking so he could catch his breath.
“We should call dad.”
Dean rolled his eyes.
“I’m serious, Dean… what if this doesn’t go away?”
Dean squared his soldiers and started walking again, “I just need a few more days, that’s all. I’ll stay home from school tomorrow, send a note in with you.”
“Okay,” Sam agreed, walking alongside his big brother.
Dean sneezed twice into his sleeve, his breathing harsh and wheezy.
Sam frowned, looking up at him, “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”
Dean cracked a smile, putting a hand on Sammy’s head, “Yeah, small fry. I’ll be just fine… I always am.”
End
Coda
Dean coughed into his clenched fist, staring down at the pop quiz he hadn’t answered a single question of. His vision was swimming. He could barely make sense of the words in front of him. He coughed again.
“Dean.”
He looked up and his teacher was standing at the front of the room, beckoning him. The other kids looked up from their work, some whispers broke out as Dean pushed himself out of his chair.
“Heads down. Keep working, everyone.”
Dean swayed a little, clutching the back of his chair. He dragged his sleeve under his nose as he crossed the room towards his teacher. He was only 16 but he towered over her.
“Hey,” she whispered, “I’d like you to go and see the nurse, okay?”
“What? Why?” he cleared his throat, suppressing another cough.
She smiled.
Dean turned and sneezed into his cupped hands, “Huh’KSCSHTEWw!”
“Bless you,” she put a hand on his shoulder.
Dean braced himself on the wall as the world spun. He saw his teacher lean over Stacey’s table, “Stacey, can you take Dean to see the nurse please?”
“Sure, Mrs Chilcott.”
…
“Just lie down, Dean. I’ll call your father to come get you.”
Dean tried to push himself up off the bed, “Listen, lady, I’m fine.”
“Dean, your temperature is 101… and it’s Nurse Wilson, thank you.”
“My dad doesn’t finish work until after 5, and I have to walk home with my brother.”
“And he can’t leave early to pick you up?” she folded her arms.
Dean shook his head, another wave of dizziness smashing into him. Nurse Wilson pushed him back on the bed.
“And there’s no one else that can come get you?”
“No, but really I’m…”
“Young man, you are not fine.”
…
Dean woke up hours later still on the bed in the nurse’s office.
The nurse was at his side, “School’s over, son. Your brother’s waiting outside for you. We can have a member of staff drive you home if you like.”
“No, I… I feel a bit better now. Thanks.”
Sam looked small, his big backpack snug over both shoulders, “Dean?”
Dean put a hand on Sam’s back and they walked out of school side by side.
“Are you -“
“I’m okay, Sammy.”
“The nurse said you’ve been in there most of the day.”
“Yeah, I,” Dean broke off coughing, forcing them to stop walking so he could catch his breath.
“We should call dad.”
Dean rolled his eyes.
“I’m serious, Dean… what if this doesn’t go away?”
Dean squared his soldiers and started walking again, “I just need a few more days, that’s all. I’ll stay home from school tomorrow, send a note in with you.”
“Okay,” Sam agreed, walking alongside his big brother.
Dean sneezed twice into his sleeve, his breathing harsh and wheezy.
Sam frowned, looking up at him, “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”
Dean cracked a smile, putting a hand on Sammy’s head, “Yeah, small fry. I’ll be just fine… I always am.”
End