HE BE BLAZIN' UP [sam]

[SHILOH SUMMERLAND]

EATONTOWN, NEW JERSEY

Stuffy noses really sucked. For a start it kept you constantly using up any and all the tissues within reach. Then there was also the fact that if you were really congested that you were forced to breath through your mouth, and Shiloh hated having to breath through her mouth. It felt so weird and unnatural. There was nothing she could really do about it anyway as she was currently battling a really bad cold. So she had used up quite a bit of issues in such a short time, which helped explained why the trash bin was so close to her bed so that she would not drown under the pile.

She was currently laying on her queen sized motel bed on top of a mountain of pillows she had made which would hopefully help ease the aches in her body. She had also thrown one of the lightest sheets she could find over herself. She had been running a bit of a temperature since she had woken up that morning and laying under all the covers on the bed was nearly unbearable for her. But then again her body seemed to change its mind constantly as one moment she would be much to hot, but then she would get cold and then hot again. At that moment she was feeling much to hot again so the sheet was just covering her from the waist down.

It really pissed her off at how such a stupid little illness had rendered her so weak and useless. But there was nothing she could do as the others had banished her to the motel room and refused to let her leave the room unless 'the room was on fire' to quote Dean. She was not desperate enough yet to even think about lighting up the room. So she just laid on the bed and decided to use the personal time to watch a little mind melting guilty pleasure which at that current moment was a TV show called Say Yes to the Dress.

Shiloh could not quite understand why she had such a fondness for the show. Maybe it was because she was hoping to see some sort of bridezilla attack on the show, or at least see someone start up some crazy shit. Maybe she secretly harbored a deep desire to dress up all girly and cute. Though glancing down at her attire made her seriously doubt that as she was currently decked out in a Batman t-shirt and matching underwear set. Another perk of being sick was that no one would question you if you decided to forgo wearing pants for the whole day. Plus the sheet was doing a bang up job covering up anything that might have been deemed inappropriate.

She doubted that anyone would visit her besides Eli who she was sharing the motel room with, and Eli was fully aware of Shiloh's sleepwear. So there was nothing to really fear as she was pretty sure that she would be left alone for most of the day until Eli came back from helping the Winchesters with more investigative work. She would have loved to be out there with the rest of them trying to find leads, but that had been vetoed pretty quickly by the others. Since she would probably scare of people by looking so sick and that would just hurt the investigation. The last thing she wanted was to be a burden to the others while they were working the job.

A part of her hoped that Eli would be swinging by sometime so that she could pitifully beg for some sort of food from her friend. As she could feel her stomach slowly begging to rumble from hunger. Getting up and traveling across the room towards whatever they had in the room also seemed like to much of a task for her to complete at that moment.

[SAM WINCHESTER]

Sam looked at the cardkey Eli had given him to her motel room, where Shiloh was sick and confined to bed; he, Eli, and even Dean would not let her do otherwise. Sure, the case they were currently working on was important, but not more important than the young woman's health. Plus, he didn't want her putting her life on the line, and being in such a weakened state made her rather vulnerable—whether she liked it or not. Taking the day off for some well-needed rest was the best option and Sam was glad Shiloh had decided to listen to her friends and do what they told her instead of challenging their voice on the matter. He had been afraid that she would protest and try to tag along when they scouted the city for leads, but she reluctantly stayed behind. Luckily, they had gotten some information, and while his brother and Eli investigated further, Sam decided to go back to their base of operations to do some research of his own in order to narrow down their current list of supernatural entities. At least it was not going to be a continuous game of cat and mouse like some of their previous hunts. It seemed everything would go smoothly if they played their cards right, and luckily nobody was in immediate danger. It was one of the rare not so dangerous missions, which was the equivalent to a vacation for Sam.

Before he had headed back to the motel, Sam had decided to stop by the store to pickup a few things he thought would help Shiloh in the long run. He knew she did not want to be holed up while everyone else was on the job and he wanted to brighten her mood or at least try to put a smile on her face. He thought he might have gone a tad bit overboard with the various items he had purchased. There were a variety of medications in the convenience store bag, lemon flavored cough drops, vapor rub, a couple boxes of Kleenex, even a can of chicken noodle soup, saltine crackers, and a container of sherbet. He was definitely no doctor and had not been coddled as a child when under the weather, but he wanted Shiloh to be as comfortable as possible. He hoped that at least some of the items would be of assistance, however he did not mind spending the money on them anyway. Although, he worried that she would get the wrong impression, thinking he was creepier than she probably already did. Friends lent a hand to one another, so that should not be an issue—right? He didn't know why he was so worked up about it in the first place, he was just helping a friend and fellow hunter; there was no harm in that. Stopping outside the door, he stood there awkwardly, the idea of entering the room without invitation making him feel uncomfortable. Sure, Eli had given him her permission, but he did not want to violate Shiloh's privacy. He did not know what she was doing on the other side of that door, though what else would a sick person be doing aside from sleeping anyway.

Quickly, he inserted the cardkey and slowly opened the door, so as not to make any noise—in case she actually was asleep; he definitely did not want to wake her. Though, she was awake and watching television—a show he did not recognize. Clearing his throat, he smiled sheepishly, trying to think of a good way to address himself without coming across more awkward than he already was. "Hey," he started, pausing to wet his lips, which were suddenly dry. Sam wondered if he were coming down with something, but pushed the idea far from his mind, remembering why he was here and that he needed to stop acting like a socially retarded teenager before Shiloh thought he was nothing more than an idiot. Sometimes—very rarely—he wished he had some of Dean’s bravado; his brother may be a bit too over the top from time-to-time, however he did not have much trouble expressing himself. “I brought you some things I thought would help you out, with your, you know, fever and all.” He cringed inwardly, regretting the words that came from his mouth as he spoke them, wishing he could disappear right then and there to save him the humiliation. Attempting to speak as little as possible, he simply handed her the bag. “You feel any better?” It was only polite to ask how she was doing, and he tried to look calmer than he felt. What was wrong with him?