Mia is 16, she has been living with Sam for a few months now. No specific season.
"You alright in there?" Sam questions knocking on the bathroom door. The Winchester family was staying in a small motel in the middle of Ohio on a werewolf case. "Uh yeah sorry. Just a minute." Mia calls out voice shaky. She had spent the last thirty minutes throwing up everything her stomach held as quietly as possible to not alert her father and uncle who were in the other room waiting on her to go grab something to eat. She had the bright idea to turn the shower on to cover up the noise. Both brothers noticed her tone. Something was wrong but neither wanted to press her. "No rush. Take your time." Sam sighs sitting at the table beside his brother. Mia slowly stood up trying her best not to jostle her stomach. She flushed the toilet and cleared away the most recent round of puke. She didn't even dare to glance in the mirror knowing damn well that she looked like death warmed over. She turned off the shower and paused not knowing how to face her father. Her hair was dry, besides the sweat and she was still wearing the same clothes so it would be clear she didn't shower. At the same time, she didn't care. She was exhausted, tired, sick, and didn't want to inconvenience her newfound family anymore. She took her hair out of the messy bun, trying to use her long brunette hair as some sort of shield as she opened the door. Sam glanced over her in confusion which quickly turned to concern. She didn't shower so what the hell was she doing? She looked terrible though, her face pale and amber eyes glazed over. "You alright?" He questions softly. "Yeah." She whispers eyes fluttering closed a migraine still pounding in her temples. Sam immediately picked up on what was going on. He suffered from migraines when he was a teenager and tried to hide them just like Mia is doing now. "Your head bothering you Honey?" Sam questions as carefully as possible. He quickly learned talking with a teenager, specifically, his was a minefield. She didn't answer for a few seconds which confirmed his suspicion. That and the smell of vomit that was wafting from the bathroom. She nods a little, just barely noticeable. "I'm sorry." She whispers. "Don't be sorry. Why don't you lay down for a little." Sam offers standing up. Instead of walking to her bed, she walks over to him and wraps her arms around his waist. "I'm going to go grab a couple of things. Feel better Sunshine." Dean whispers closing the curtains and turning the lights off before heading toward the car. He wanted to grab her some medicine and give them some space. As the door closed a sob escaped her lips. "You're ok. Breathe." Sam whispers knowing how overemotional migraines make people. His hand snakes around her neck and rubs gentle circles trying to soothe his daughter's pain. "I'm sorry." She cried into his chest. "Why are you sorry?" He questions. "I'm trying to be less difficult and it isn't working." She says calming down slightly. "Honey, you don't need to be worried about that. You can be as difficult as you'd like. You are staying right here, and being sick doesn't mean you are being difficult. I got migraines when I was your age too. No one loved me any less and no one is going to love you any less either." He comforts rubbing her back. "Thank you." She whispers. "Yeah. How's your head?" Sam whispers. "Making me nauseous." She admits. "Why don't you lay down? I'm going to grab you some water a trash can maybe?" She nods and heads toward the twin bed. Sam has been sleeping on the couch and giving her the bed so she has a further sense of belonging. Sam grabs a water bottle from the fridge and then the trashcan setting it beside her and the water on the nightstand. Almost immediately she leaned forward and yellow bile filled the bottom of the trashcan. Sam moved her hair back and winced at the painful noises. Something he learned very quickly was he would rather die a million times over than see his baby girl in pain. He knew this was not even close to her first time throwing up because she had eaten with him that morning and now stringy bile was the only thing coming up. Dean sighed as he walked through the door. Once she was done she buried herself in her father's chest mortified and in more pain than she could imagine. Dean made quick work of removing the trashcan and cleaning it out before placing it back. While he was gone he made some calls and found out that she had been on migraine medicine since she was nine. This episode is probably because she failed to mention this and no longer has them. He has a friend who writes fake prescriptions, usually Adderal and some Vicodin for some nasty hunts, and now a prescription for her daily preventative migraine meds and a couple of rescue meds. He grabbed one of each and uncapped her water bottle. "Hey, sunshine. Look at me." He says softly. She turned her head and Dean held out the pills she extended her hands but they were shaking terribly. "Open." She sticks out her tongue and Dean places both pills on her lips. He goes to hand her the water but she dry swallows them not wanting to throw up again. "That works." Dean scoffs setting it down and ruffling her hair. "Next time you need something, let someone know. You are smart kid, don't be stupid." He scolds as gently as possible. She nods and goes back to snuggling into her Dad who was sitting beside her. "Close your eyes, Honey." He whispers rubbing her neck. It didn't take long for her to pass out. A mix of exhaustion, pain, and the tranquilizers in the rescue meds. "What was that about?" Sam questions signaling to the two bottles of pills. "She has been on migraine meds for a few years. Failed to mention it. You two have that in common." Dean jokes making Sam roll his eyes. "She is a lot more like me than I would have wanted." Sam mutters under his breath.
