"You alright?" Dean questions observing his girlfriends odd actions from the passenger seat of the Impala. She had been acting weird since they got to the motel. They were on their way to find something to eat now. "No." She whispers softly. Dean could hardly hear her and immediately turned the music off. "What's going on Sweetheart?" Dean asks brows knit together in concern. "I don't feel very good." She mutters arms wrapped tightly around her sore abdomen. "Your stomach again?" Dean questions knowing her stomach usually gave her problem. The mother hen he is, he reaches over and feels her forehead. It was rather warm. "I don't know. Everything. I need to throw up." She whispers resting her head against the cool window. "You need me to pull over?" Dean questions not wanting vomit anywhere near the precious Impala. "No I am sorry. Let's just get to the diner." She mumbles tiredly. "Don't be sorry. We are two minutes away sweetheart." He comforts putting a hand on her thigh. She wraps her hand around his and he brings it to his lips leaving a soft kiss on the face of her hand. You wouldn't think that the oldest Winchester brother would be so affectionate but he was. When they get there Elena was quick to get out of the car. "I'm going to use the bathroom." Elena mutters walking toward the restroom. Dean sighs sadly watching her pull her hair up while she pushes open the door. Dean orders take out for himself and Sam. He didn't know if she would be in the mood to eat so he got her some chicken and rice soup just in case. He sat at the booth waiting patiently for the food and Elena. The food was done first and Elena was done in the bathroom shortly after. Deans concern was growing by the minute. She walked slow trying not to jostle her stomach before slipping into the booth. The plan was for the couple to eat here and then take leftovers home for Sam but Elena definitely wasn't feeling up to it. "I got us take out. Soup in case you are hungry. You alright?" He questions evaluating his clearly sick girlfriend. Her hair was in a low messy bun, her face was ghostly pale, her eyes had a glazed over fever look and she just looked completely exhausted. "Mhm." She whispered slowly standing up. Her hands immediately go to the table for support as she was overwhelmed with a dizzy spell. "Easy there. I got you." Dean says wrapping his arms around her waist and guiding her to the car his other hand carrying the bag of food. "You still nauseous?" He says putting the food in the back. "I don't know." She whispers tears stabbing at her eyes. "It's alright. Let me know if you need to stop." Dean says starting the car. "You feeling any better now that you got it up?" He questions glancing at his girlfriend who was trying her hardest not to cry. "I didn't." She whispers. "What do you mean?" Dean questions. "I kept gagging and I am really nauseous but I was just dry heaving... Sorry that's gross." She sighs. "Don't apologize, I asked." Dean chuckles. "Can you pull over?" She whispers a few seconds later feeling vomit rise in her throat. Dean immediately pulled over and Elena pushed open the door and stumbled to the grass dropping to her knees and retching. Again nothing came up. "You alright?" Dean questioned kneeling beside her. "I can't." She says tears starting to fall. "You can't what Sweetheart?" Dean whispers rubbing her back. "I can't throw up. I tried gagging myself but I can't." She sobs taking his hand and pressing it against her stomach in an attempt to release some of the pressure and make her lose her lunch. "Are you sure you need to?" Dean questions skeptical of the make her puke plan she was attempting. "Yes. It hurts." She sobs. "Alright you want me to do it?" He sighs really not wanting to but if it made her feel better it was worth it. Watching her sob was breaking his heart. "Please." She sobs. "Alright..." Dean mutter taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeve. "You sure?" He double checks. She nods and Dean sticks his fingers down her throat. Like he had done for both himself and Sam when he was child a few times when they struggled to bring up their dinner. He can feel her gag and quickly jerks his hand back as she finally throws up. Dean was able to realize how little she had eaten today as the acidic smell of bile flooded his nostrils. After only a few short minutes everything was up and Elena was feeling much better. Minus the burning in her throat and the pain in her stomach. She was thrilled with the fact that she was no longer nauseous. "Better?" Dean asked wiping his hand off on his flannel as she catches her breath. "Y-Yeah. Thank you. Im sorry that was super gross." She whispers eyes cemented to the floor embarrassed. "Don't worry about it. As long as you are feeling better." Dean says helping her up. "I love you." She whispers getting in the car. "I love you too Sweetheart." Dean chuckles softly.
