When Dean was younger, and he got sick, Mary was an angel who had the perfect cure to make him feel better. She made him yummy tomato rice soup and gave him a spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down, and then she would rub his tiny tummy to help soothe away the pain.
Now, years later, the Winchester tradition carries on. Sammy is sick with the sniffles, but not to fear—his Mommy and big brother were here.
Mommy made the soup, and Dean helped; Mary said her soup was made with love by blowing kisses into the meal, therefore as Mary poured the warm, soothing soup into a bowl Dean blew kisses into the bowl, hoping Sammy would feel better soon.
Sam is running a slight fever and has a rough cough that rattles his lungs and makes his chest ache, and his tummy hurt a little. He snoozes on and off while his family cooks a soothing meal. At lunchtime when Dean and Mary bring him soup, Dean kneels beside the couch and palms Sammy’s cheek gently, cupping the warm, soft skin lovingly.
“Hey,” he whispers. “Hey, Sammy, wake up. Come on. Mommy made soup; it will make you feel better.”
Sam blinks sleepily and grumbles pitifully, feeling terrible, but he sits up and accepts the soup with a grateful smile. Mary rubs his back softly as he eats while Dean brushes gently fingertips through his shaggy hair, helping to soothe the headache. Once Sammy has a full tummy, Dean cuddled with him on the couch while Mary returns to the kitchen to phone John at work with an update on their youngest son.
Snuggled on the couch with his big brother, Sam sighs blissfully as Dean tugs the covers over them and tucks them in snug as a bug in a rug, cuddling him like a teddy-bear.
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FILL! Weechesters (G)
Date: 2015-07-02 05:08 pm (UTC)Now, years later, the Winchester tradition carries on. Sammy is sick with the sniffles, but not to fear—his Mommy and big brother were here.
Mommy made the soup, and Dean helped; Mary said her soup was made with love by blowing kisses into the meal, therefore as Mary poured the warm, soothing soup into a bowl Dean blew kisses into the bowl, hoping Sammy would feel better soon.
Sam is running a slight fever and has a rough cough that rattles his lungs and makes his chest ache, and his tummy hurt a little. He snoozes on and off while his family cooks a soothing meal. At lunchtime when Dean and Mary bring him soup, Dean kneels beside the couch and palms Sammy’s cheek gently, cupping the warm, soft skin lovingly.
“Hey,” he whispers. “Hey, Sammy, wake up. Come on. Mommy made soup; it will make you feel better.”
Sam blinks sleepily and grumbles pitifully, feeling terrible, but he sits up and accepts the soup with a grateful smile. Mary rubs his back softly as he eats while Dean brushes gently fingertips through his shaggy hair, helping to soothe the headache. Once Sammy has a full tummy, Dean cuddled with him on the couch while Mary returns to the kitchen to phone John at work with an update on their youngest son.
Snuggled on the couch with his big brother, Sam sighs blissfully as Dean tugs the covers over them and tucks them in snug as a bug in a rug, cuddling him like a teddy-bear.
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