Requested by the awesome Birdflash777. I love your sickfic prompts, and thank you for giving me this inspiring prompt, that I have had a bit too much fun with. Lol.

WARNING: buckets of sickness and sick baby! No weird kinks or ships; a hint of Samxangel if you squint. Lol. :) and minor language. :) Sam is a bit OOC, as he seems to know a bit better than Dean how to handle the baby. 

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Dean stared at the bed, in front of him, shocked at what he saw. How could this happen, why did this happen, and why did it have to happen to an angel?!

"Um... what the hell?!" Sam demanded, walking into the motel room in disbelief.

"I don't know." Dean said honestly, frowning as he tried to understand. 

"How did this happen? Why here? Why him? Why now?" Sam asked in a rush, barely taking a breath. 

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, and I really don't know." Dean said, getting exasperated. 

Sam glared at Dean, wishing the older man knew something about this. 

"What do we do now?" He asked, looking more than slightly pissed off. 

"I don't know, Sam!" Dean snapped, sighing loudly after he spoke. He ran an anxious hand over his hair, repeatedly. 

Both boys jumped, when a cry... more of a wail, answered them both. 

"Crap, look what you did now." Sam griped, moving onto the bed quickly, but gingerly. 

"Is he okay?" Dean asked, keeping his distance. 

"No, we need diapers, wipes, bottles, juice, and milk or formula." Sam said quickly, remembering the things Dean had bought for the shifter baby.

"On it." Dean said, grabbing his keys and leaving quickly. 

Sam scooped up the wailing bundle on the bed, instantly easing its cries. He found a note on the bed:

Please take care of him, until he is back ti normal. About 3-7 days. P.S. he may be sick as well.                                                                                                                                                                     -G 

He sighed in exasperation, as the bundle in his arms starting whimpering. 

"What's wrong, little guy?" he asked gently, hearing the baby's stomach gurgle uncomfortably. "Does your tummy hurt?" he asked, earning a loud whine of discomfort. 

He propped the baby angel on his shoulder, patting its back with light force. He continued this way, until a loud, wet burp came from the bundle. He gently laid the bundle down on the bed, figuring that the baby should feel fine now, earning him loud wailing cries.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I won't put you down." he said, quickly picking up the sad angel again.

The angel quieted, whimpering every so often, as its stomach continued to gurgle. 

Sam rocked the angel back and forth, being careful not to jostle him too much, as he hummed a tune softly. He couldn't hide his relief, when the angel fell asleep, even if the gurgling didn't stop. 

About an hour later, Dean walked back into the motel room, arms laden with baby stuff. 

"Took you long enough," Sam mumbled softly, looking up from the chair he was sitting in and rocking. 

"Oh, well, I'm sorry, your highness." Dean snapped angrily, dropping the bags in his arms, on the ground with a loud thump. 

Sam glared at his older brother, as he heard whimpers coming from the bundle in his arms. He moved the blanket swaddling the angel, to see that the baby's cheeks were flushed deep red with a fever he assumed. "It's okay, little guy. Let's get this blankie off you, and perhaps cool you down a bit." he suggested, as he lay the baby on the table and stripped the blanket off. "I need a diaper, Dean." he said firmly, sending Dean a brief look of 'do it or else'.

Dean grumbled softly, as he grabbed diapers, wipes, and diaper cream, in case of a rash. "Here." he said, placing the items on the table, as he grabbed a bottle and the milk, and proceeded to make a bottle for the angel. 

"Thank you," Sam said stiffly, opening the diaper with a grimace. He didn't know what he expected to find, but runny diarrhea wasn't on the list. He grabbed the wipes, and slowly cleaned up the mess, talking softly to the baby. 

Dean returned with a bottle moments later, wrinkling his nose at the smell. "God! What is that?!" he asked in disgust. 

"Baby diarrhea." Sam said, looking equally grossed out. "Looks like we don't just have a baby angel on our hands, it looks like we have a sick one too." he said, looking at Dean anxiously.

"Oh great!" Dean said, throwing his empty hand in the air and startled the baby, causing it to burst into tears. 

"Dean! Knock it off." Sam growled at his brother. "It's okay, little one. Looks like Dean got a bottle for you. You can drink it while, I put your diaper on." he offered softly, handing Dean the rolled up dirty diaper and took the bottle. 

He put the bottle in the angel's mouth, smiling encouragingly as the angel held it in its mouth, by itself. After applying a generous amount of diaper cream, he taped up the new diaper. 

The angel guzzled the bottle happily, fidgeting from time to time, when its tummy gurgled loudly. Sam held the baby close, rubbing its tummy lightly, each time it gurgled. 

"Why does he keep making that noise?" Dean asked, hoping it didn't mean trouble. 

Before Sam could answer, there was a wet eruption in the angel's diaper. His eyes widened, looking down at the angel in surprise. "You really have an upset tummy, don't you little one?" he asked gently, flinched as there was another wet eruption and whimper. 

"Oh God... Again?" Dean asked, starting to wonder what was wrong with the angel.

"Yes, Dean!" Sam said curtly. "He appears to have a stomach bug... Diarrhea and fever so far." he explained, as another eruption sounded, causing the baby to curl into itself in Sam's arms. 

"That doesn't sound pleasant at all... Oh, I just remembered, I got baby tylenol." Dean said excitedly, as he dug in one of the bags. He triumphantly pulled the tylenol from the bag, immediately opening and reading the directions on the dosage.

Sam took the empty bottle away, lifting the baby to his shoulder. He patted the baby's back, being extra careful to not hit the diaper. He waited to see if a burp would happen, but instead it was just a loud, long, wet eruption in the diaper. He cradled the angel in his arms, rubbing the little guy's tummy, as more eruptions sounded. 

"Its okay, little one. Let it out." he encouraged gently, forcing himself not to react with each sound. 

"Geez, dude, that's bad." Dean said sympathetically. "Want me to run a bath, instead of using wipes?" he offered, remembering having to do baths when Sam was a baby and sick like that. 

"Yeah, sure. That's a good idea." Sam said, grabbing the measured tylenol off the table. "Come on, little guy, take the tylenol." he urged, putting the syringe into the angel's mouth.

The angel pulled away, whimpering loudly, before curling in on itself. There was a unusual whine sound from the baby's mouth, before a watered down white liquid flowed out of it. 

Sam paled, forcing himself to not react at how gross that was. "D...D...Dean?" he stammered loudly, pulling the baby upright, so that it wouldn't choke on its vomit. "I need a towel... and a bowl." he said, swallowing hard. 

Dean came running out, carrying a bowl and towels. "What's the..." he started to ask, as more white liquid came up from the baby's mouth. "Oh gosh!" he rushed forward, putting a towel on Sam and wrapped another around the baby angel. 

Sam gagged softly under his breath, as the smell of the vomit and diarrhea set his stomach churning. "Can you get him in the bath?" he pleaded. 

Dean nodded quickly. "Of course, you okay?" he asked, picking up the angel, and rocked him back and forth lightly. "You're okay, baby, you'll be okay." he said gently. He held the bowl in front of the angel, as it started sobbing as it threw up again. 

Sam paled further, shaking his head, as he bolted up and out the door. A few moments later, sounds of vomiting could be heard. 

"Come on, little guy, let's get you cleaned up." Dean said, with a chuckle, as he carried the angel to the bathroom. 

He stripped the angel, cleaning him up, and held him safe in the water. "Feeling any better, little guy?" he asked gently, earning a big smile from the angel. 

Sam walked back into the room, having changed his clothes, and looking a bit better. "He seems to be feeling better." he observed, noticing the flush was gone from the baby's cheeks. 

"Yes, he does." Dean said, looking Sam up and down to make sure he was okay too. "What happened?" he asked curiously. 

"The smells and sounds made me sick." Sam admitted, blushing at the idea. "I don't know why, but it shouldn't have made me that sick." he mumbled. 

Dean laughed softly, not noticing that the angel in his arms was no longer small, but full grown once again. 

"That's because you are partial to people you know getting sick." A strong male voice said, causing both boys to stiffen and jump away from the tub. 

"What the hell?!" Dean demanded, glaring at the angel in question.

"I though 3-7 days..." Sam said, looking like he was going to faint. 

"Yeah, angel days..." the angel said calmly, looking between Sam and Dean. "Hey, Dean-o, Sammich looks like he's about to collapse." he pointed out, with a goofy grin.

Dean grabbed Sam's arm, guiding his little brother to sit down. "Gabriel?! What the hell?!" he demanded, keeping a hand on the younger hunter's shoulder the whole time. 

"Sorry, I lied. Angel days are the same as yours, technically. I was a baby for 2 days, before I was sent here." Gabriel admitted, shrugging as he looked at the mess of baby stuff. "Sorry about the puking on you, Gigantor. I couldn't exactly tell you, duck." he added, shrugging once again. 

"Are you better now?" Sam asked, his voice strained. He looked up, to show his face was no longer too pale. 

"Yep, it was a punishment. I messed with the wrong people, pissed Dad off, and this was my punishment." Gabriel chuckled softly, snapping his fingers to clean up the mess, clothe himself, and replace the baby stuff with stuff for them. 

Dean sighed softly. "Thanks for that. Did you make Sammy sick?" He asked firmly. 

"No, he was sick before I got here." Gabriel said pointedly, before walking over and touching Sam's forehead. "Let him sleep for a few hours, and he should be fine." he said simply, disappearing in a flutter of wings.

Dean sighed again, helping Sam to bed. He watched as his brother slept soundly, looking around every so often in boredom. 

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As promised, Sam woke up the next morning, to find that he felt fine. He looked up at Dean, who walked in carrying food and coffee. 

"You good?" Dean asked simply, looking Sam over. Sam nodded, getting up to get ready for the day. 

I hope you enjoyed this fic, and that it wasn't too weird. Lol. 

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