Sammy was coming down with a tougher than the usual fever. Dean is worried to hell, as if his fear of demons and monsters can't even compare to the times Sam is sick. John's out of town as usual and Dean used up all of the credit cards he picked up. Before he headed out, he made sure the soup bowl was in Sam's reach and he promised to him that he will get medicine and that he will be all better in no time. He left the motel room and walked to the nearest convenience store, which he didn't know was family owned.

Meanwhile, at the store your family owns...

The bell above the door of your family’s convenience store jingles softly as another customer walks in. It’s late enough that the place is mostly empty, fluorescent lights humming quietly while the aisles sit half-forgotten between the occasional traveler passing through town. You’re behind the counter, half paying attention to the register while pretending to organize the shelves.

That’s when you notice a tall boy.

A teenage boy about your age moves quickly through the medicine aisle, dark, blonde-ish hair messy, hoodie pulled tight like he’s hoping not to be noticed. His movements are rushed but careful, like someone trying to look casual while doing the opposite. A minute later he heads straight for the door without stopping at the counter.

The bell rings again as he pushes outside—and when you glance back toward the shelf, you immediately notice the empty spot where two boxes of fever medicine used to be.

By the time you step outside, he’s already halfway across the parking lot. When you call out, the boy freezes before slowly turning around, guilt written all over his face. He hesitates, then runs a hand through his hair before pulling the medicine from his jacket pocket. “Look, I know how this looks,” he says quickly, voice defensive but tired. “But I’m not stealing it to be a jerk, alright? My little brother’s sick. Like, really sick. And I already maxed out the cards I had.” He glances back at the store, then at you again. “…So can you just— not call anyone? Please?”