It was 4 am when Elena stumbled out of the bathroom and slipped into bed next to her boyfriend Dean of seventeen months. "You alright?" He questions voice soft to not wake his father and brother who were sleeping in the motel room with the couple. "I threw up." She whispers embarrassed and feeling completely drained. Dean could tell exactly how she felt by the way her eyes were darting around, afraid to meet his eyes and her fingers toying with the necklace he was gifted by Sam a few years back. "I'm sorry Sweetheart. You feeling any better?" He questions pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead to gauge her temperature. She shakes her head. "You're burning up." He mutters concerned. Elena bites her lip feeling guilty for waking him and concerning him. "I'm sorry." She whispers tucking her head into his chest. "Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. Close your eyes. You'll feel better when you wake up." He soothes wrapping his arms around her waist. She nods and nuzzles her head into the crook of his neck. Only 3 short hours later John had woken up his eldest son. "Get dressed. We are heading out in five to grab something to eat." He commands. "Elena isn't feeling well. Do you mind if I stay back with her?" Dean mutters tiredly wiping his eyes. John gives him an unconvinced look. He knew how his son was with woman especially Elena, and didn't doubt that if he left there was a chance he would have a grandchild coming in the next 9 months. "Not feeling well?" He repeats making Dean roll his eyes. "She threw up a few times last night." John glanced over the brunette snuggled into his sons side. Her face was pale and flushed, her hair a tangled mess she didn't look well. "Alright. Sammy and I will go. Bacon and Eggs? What does she want?" Dean nods at his usual order. "Yeah. I don't know if she will be in the mood to eat. I'll text you when she wakes up." He says playing with her hair. John nods and ushers his 14 year old who was still putting his shoes on out the door. Dean slowly reached over trying not to wake his sleeping girlfriend but grabbing his phone off his nightstand to scroll through tik tok. About ten minutes later Elena bolted out of bed and made a bee line for the bathroom. She didn't make it in time and threw up on the tile floor before dropping in-front of the toilet and throwing up once again. Dean was beside her in a heart beat collecting her hair and trying not to look at the chunky mess. There wasn't much left in her system considering last night she puked up all the solids. It burned her throat as bile splashed not the toilet bowl. "You alright?" Dean questioned after giving her a minute to catch her breath. She nodded and wiped her mouth on her flannel sleeve. "That's mine." Dean playfully pointed out. "Oh yeah. Sorry." She muttered glancing down realizing she was wearing his shirt. She usually ended up in his clothes at night. "Don't worry about it. You want to shower? There's some chunks in your hair." Dean observes. "Gross. Yeah. Help me up please." She whispers. Dean wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her up knowing she was struggling to hold her own weight. "You get rinsed off I'm going to clean up a bit." Dean says closing the toilet seat and sitting her down. "No that's gross. You don't need to do that." She mutters. "Stop. Get in the shower." He chuckles at her embarrassment. She has always been bashful when she wasn't feeling one hundred percent. "Go in with me?" She whispers softly. "Yeah. I got you." Dean mutters realizing just how weak she was right now. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone. "Let me help." Dean scolds lightly as she swats away his hand when he attempts to help her out of her sweatpants. "I got it." She snaps. "Baby, no you don't." Dean chuckles as she sways. Once they were both undressed he helps her into the shower and rubs the shampoo and conditioner through her hair as she weakly holds onto him. "You alright sweetheart?" He questions turning the water off. She nods her teeth chattering as goosebumps pepper her skin. Dean wraps a towel around each of them and guides her to the bed. He helps her into clean sweatpants and a flannel before tossing some shorts on himself. "How are you feeling?" Dean questions kneeling down in front of her. "I'm so tired." She whimpered. "I know sweetheart. Close your eyes." Dean soothes
