You are riding in the Impala with your family. You and Sam are twins 10 years old and Dean is 14. Your father is in an extra pissy mood after a failed hunt and you feel like crap. You fall asleep within ten minutes of the car ride to Idaho.
I wake up feeling like I got hit by a bus. Everything was sore and my head was aching. I couldn't ignore the slow churning in my stomach. "Dad?" I question untangling myself from my sleeping twin. "What?" He snaps. "When are we getting to the motel? Or a rest stop?" I ask swallowing the sick rising in my throat. "4 hours. Hold it." He growled. "I d-don't have to use the bathroom." I say biting my lip. My twin gives me a confused look. He woke up hearing my fathers sharp voice. All eyes on me now. "We aren't playing 20 questions. What do you need?" He yells impatiently . "I- I um-" He rolls his eyes. "Just spit it out!" He yells. "I feel like I am going to puke." I blurt out quickly. "Jesus christ! Your getting car sick now! We are 5 hours in! 4 hours away!" He yells. I shrug and look at my shoes. "I am sorry..." I mumble. Dean gives my dad a sharp look and Sammy grabs my hand. "Ok. Do you really feel like your going to throw up?" He asked slightly nicer. I nod. "Ok. Do you think you can make it another half hour?" I go to answer but a gag cuts me off forcing me to lean forward. I clamp my hand over my mouth and Sam jumps back to avoid getting puked on. "Sam switch with me." Dean says climbing in the back with me as my twin gets in the front. "There is a bucket under my seat." My dad says quickly. Dean quickly grabs it and holds it under my chin pulling my hair back. An involentary retch forces my stomach contents up and splatter into the bucket very ungracefully. I throw up a few more times with my big brother rubbing my back. I start crying in between rounds of throwing up. Finally my stomach settled or just lost things to reject I wipe my mouth on my flannel sleeve and bury into Dean. "It's all right Sweetie. Your ok." The car pulls over and my Dad takes the bucket and dumps it out. I stay clung to Dean hiding my face. He rubs my back and kisses the top of my head. "Do you feel sick?" Dean asked gently. I shake my head. "You probably just got a little car sick. Why don't you listen to some music and lay down. Try and close your eyes. You want Sammy or me?" I shake my head. "Both." He chuckles and Sam crawls next to me. I hold his hand as I lay my head in Deans shoulder and drift to sleep as my Dad turns on Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheep album from AcDc.
