Men of Letter Bunker Hayley is 17- Sam is 28- Dean is 32
The Winchester siblings have been camped out in the library for the last 24 hours going through every single book the Men of Letters held looking for some way to rid Dean of the Mark. They would occasionally take bathroom breaks or snack on something Dean provided but no one was sleeping until they found a loophole of some sort. The last hour or so Hayley has been feeling really out of it. She was slightly nauseous, her vision blurring the words together every time she tried to read the page in front of her, her heart pounding in her head creating and throbbing headache and her vision becoming cloudy in a way that made her want to pass out. She subconsciously wrapped her arm around her stomach as her nausea started to build from a minor inconvenience to a problem. "You alright over there?" Dean says his big brother senses tingling. "I don't know." She whispers voice breaking. Sam's head snaps up from his book at how weak his always so strong sister sounded. Her face was ghostly pale, she had sweat forming on her forehead, her eyes were glossed over in pain, and she had dark circles under her eyes. "What's going on?" Dean says immediately getting up and crouching down in front of her chair. "I don't feel well," she mutters leaning her head on Dean's shoulder. Dean snakes his hand behind her neck rubbing circles in the hope of relieving his sister of some pain. She was always so strong when it came to any illness or injury. Not that Sam wasn't, he usually tried to tough it out but once his brother found out he wanted to be coddled. Not Hayley, she would admit when she was sick but she wouldn't cave unless things were serious. "You are burning up... Sam get her some water," Dean says concerned. "Do you feel like you're going to throw up?" Dean questions worried about the pale and greenish tint her face had on it, plus her excessive swallowing. She nodded a weak whimper coming out instead of words. "Ok let's get you to the bathroom. It's alright." He gently soothes placing his hands under her armpits and helping her up. "De. I don't..." She starts her breathing picking up. "It's alright if you can't make it. Deep breaths." Dean instructs knowing how upset his sister would get if she didn't make it to the toilet on time. "I. feel. Dizzy," She mutters her vision funneling out and head dropping forward into Dean's shoulder. "Woah easy there. Hayley." He says concerned as her entire body crumples toward the floor. "Jesus," Dean mutters scooping her up and carrying her to the couch. "She alright?" Sam asked setting the water on the table and kneeling beside his sister. "She just passed out. The fever is pretty bad. Try and wake her up. I'm going to grab the first aid kit." Dean sighs heading to the kitchen. "Hey Hayls. Wake up." Sam pleads running his fingers through her tangled hair. He grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and ran it under some cold water, just like he had seen Dean do the last few times she had passed out. "That's a good idea." Dean smiles to himself as Sam starts to blot at her forehead. Her eyes shoot open and her breathing picks up. "Hey, it's alright. Just us." Dean soothes in an attempt to calm his panicked sister. Hayley rolls over and watery bile goes all over the floor and Sam's lap. "You're alright. Get it all out." Dean sighs pulling back her hair. "Sorry." She chokes out before another wave of vomit hits her. This one successfully bring up chucks of grilled cheese. Thankfully Sam had grabbed the trashcan to catch this round. "It's fine. No harm done" Sam says swallowing his disgusted at the snot like liquid settling into his jeans. "You get everything up?" Dean questioned handing her the water. She slowly sits up and swishes her mouth out. Another round forces up the small bits settling in her stomach. "I'll take that as a no." Dean sighs grabbing the water before it spilled. "You alright sunshine?" Dean asked his little sister feeling her forehead. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She said tears tuning down her cheeks. "It's all right. Deep breaths." Sam soothes. "I didn't mean to." She whispers. "I know. It's alright. No one's upset with you." Sam says ruffling her hair. "Im going to go change though. You're alright." Sam says kissing her forehead. Dean chuckles watching Sam try and avoid spreading puke all over himself. "Let's get you to bed." Dean says picking her up and carrying her to bed. "You alright?" He asked covering her up. "Yeah. I feel a little sick still." She whispers. "Ok well, trashcan is right here. When you are feeling up to it we will get some Tylenol in you." Dean says putting her trashcan next to the bed. "Thanks, Dean." She whispers snuggling into her covers. "Yeah of course. Get some rest. I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says starting to turn around. "Wait." She says quickly. "What's up?" Dean questions. "I don't want you to die." She says barley auditable. "I'm not going to die sunshine." He whispers climbing into bed next to her. "I promise, I'm gonna hang around and make sure you never get a boyfriend until you're 90. No mark is going to keep me from protecting my baby sister." He whispers playing with her hair.
