Dean has been feeling short of breath for a few days. But he hides it from Sam, and goes hunting. Unfortunately, he has a severe asthma attack and ends up in the hospital.

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The tight feeling in his chest just would not go away. The wheezing was becoming more and more noticeable but Dean still did his best to hide it from Sam. It wasn’t easy but he managed to convince Sam that nothing was wrong with him and insisted they found a new hunt to work on. Whilst Sam searched through the newspapers for a job, Dean attempted to make himself feel better. Problem was, nothing worked.

He would feel out of breath almost instantly and couldn’t run at all, he couldn’t even walk far before the tight chest started and the all too familiar feeling of being unable to breathe hit him. He simply dismissed it as irrelevant though, he’d had enough asthma attacks in his life and he knew how to handle them. However, he had no asthma medication so he had to be extra careful.

“Hey, I think I’ve found something.” Sam announced as Dean was sitting on his bed concentrating just on breathing. “Dean? Dean? Are you even listening?” Sam called out, bring Dean back to reality.

“Sorry?”

“Have you been listening to a word I’ve been saying?”

“Sorry, mind was somewhere else. What have you got?”

“Looks like a haunting,” Sam replied as he handed Dean the paper. Dean took a moment to read it.

“Let’s go,” he said to Sam as he grabbed his jacket and bag.

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Dean was having trouble keeping up with Sam. His chest just kept feeling worse
so he made full use of the time Sam spent researching the haunting to rest up and feel better for the actual hunt. Unfortunately, he didn’t feel any better once the time came to the actual hunt.

As hunts went, it didn't turn out particularly well. The spirit in question was very volatile. Sam noticed very quickly that something wasn’t right with Dean but he was thrown across the cemetery by the spirit. He groaned in pain as he hit the ground with a resounding thud. Then the spirit turned towards Dean.

Dean didn’t have the time or the strength to react to the spirit as it attacked him. The force at which it threw him brought on a full blown asthma attack and there was nothing Dean could do.

Sam took the opportunity with the spirit being distracted with Dean to grab the lighter fluid and matches so he could dispose of the spirit before he hurried over to his brother.

“Christ Dean, why didn’t you tell me?” He said as he helped a gasping Dean to his feet. We need to get you to the hospital.”

Dean didn’t argue as he saw black spots swim in front of his eyes. It hurt so much, his chest felt as if someone was running his chest through a mangle. He could barely keep his eyes open. He felt himself starting to fall but Sam grabbed him and kept him standing upright.

“Come on, don’t pass out on me,” Sam encouraged as they reached the Impala. He opened the passenger door and deposited Dean inside the car before hurrying to the driver’s side. “It’s gonna be okay,” Sam reassured as he drove Dean to the hospital.

“You should have told me you were sick. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I’d known.”

“I’ve hunted before with a bad chest,” Dean replied, his voice croaky. He was tired and didn’t want to argue with Sam but he knew he couldn’t avoid it. He was stuck in a hospital bed and there was no running away.

“Just because dad would let you hunt when you weren’t up to it doesn’t mean that I’m going to be the same way. Where’s your inhaler?”
Dean shrugged. “No clue, lost it a while back.”

“Then you’ll have to get a new one and a spare one just in case,” Sam said back, his voice harsher than he intended. He softened his tone slightly before continuing. “You can’t jeopardise your health like this Dean. You need to rest when you’re sick otherwise you can’t help anyone. Tell me in future.”

“Okay,” Dean sighed, wanting to end this talk as quickly as possible. He felt like hell and he just wanted to sleep. “I won’t do anything so dumb again. Can I go to sleep now?”

“Fine, I’ll leave you to rest for a while but this isn’t over,” Sam told him although he knew it was. Dean wouldn’t bring this up again nor would he listen to Sam if he tried to mention it. He stood up from his seat, “I’m gonna go get some coffee. I’ll be back soon,” he told his brother before he left the room.

Dean sighed once his brother was out of hearing range. He felt miserable being stuck in here but he knew he had brought it on himself. He internally swore to himself that he wasn’t going to hunt again when he was sick. If only to keep Sam off his back.

He heard Sam return from the vending machines. “Dude, that coffee smells disgusting and I’m not even drinking any of it.”

“It tastes as bad as it smells,” Sam smiled back. “I might end up in the bed next to you. I think it may actually rot my stomach.”

Dean gave a small laugh before he broke out into a coughing fit, doubling over in the bed as he struggled for breath..

“You okay?” Sam asked nervously, worried for his brother.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Dean gasped, regaining control of his breathing. “Just still feeling a little bit off.”

“Do you need to see a doctor?”

“No, I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute,” Dean slowed his breathing down until it was under control. He collapsed back against the pillow, several shades whiter than he had been before. “I am never hunting on a bad chest again, I swear to you. I never want to feel this crap again.”

“Good to know,” Sam smiled slightly, grimly satisfied that Dean was finally taking notice of what he had said. “’Cos if it happens again there’s no way I’m looking after your stubborn ass.”

“Thanks, way to show the brotherly love.”

Sam grinned at his brother’s mock hurt tone. “Now, seriously, get some rest,” he instructed.

“Fine, I'm resting,” Dean replied. “See I’ve got my eyes closed and everything.”

“I’ll see you later,” Sam told him and patted him gently on the shoulder.

“Sam...” Dean said hesitantly.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks,” Dean sighed before turning slightly so he was facing away from Sam. Sam knew it had taken a lot for his brother to say that.

“No problem,” Sam replied as he left his brother to rest.

OMG Asthma!Dean is LOVE!

OP here, protective!Sam is love. Thank you for writing this :-) Loved it.

Much love for this!

YES!!!

Aww, the coffee scene. XD I love how brotherly they are in this!

Awww. Hurt!Dean and protective!Sam. Best medicine ever.