"Hey Sammy?" Elena whispers to the younger Winchester brother sharing the backseat with her. "Sam. What?" He says not looking up from his book and correcting her. "Can I wear your sweatshirt?" She questions pointing to the red zip up on the floor. "Yeah." He mutters rolling his eyes. He was a rather moody 13 year old. "You're the best." She says gratefully slipping it on. She was freezing. I'm the last hour she has grown very uncomfortable and very nauseous. "You alright?" Dean questions his secret girlfriend a concerned look on his face. Elena was almost always too hot and wearing next to nothing. Yet she is wearing two sweatshirts and sweatpants. "Yeah." She says giving him a small smile. Dean saw right through it. He opened his phone and texted her.
-What's wrong?
-Nothing
She typed back rolling her eyes. "Who are you texting?" John says eying up his son. "Some chic I met in Ohio." Dean lies with a slight struggle. He hated lying to his dad but he didn't know how he would react to him dating the girl he took in a few years ago. "Put it away Dean." John sighs. "Yes sir." Dean sighs tucking his phone in his pocket. It was about a half hour later when Elena was growing less confident in her ability to keep her stomach contents down. It was around 11 so Sam and Dean are both asleep when Elena leans forward and whispers in Johns ear. "Would you mind pulling over? I'm not feeling to hot?" John glances at the young girl in the rear view mirror and nods. The last thing he wanted was vomit in the car. He pulls off on the side of the road and Elena quietly slips out of the car and takes a few steps away from the car before violently projectile vomiting about two feet in front of her. She wipes her mouth on her sweatshirt sleeve and gets back in the car. "You alright?" John questions. Elena's eyes dart to Dean as he stirs in his sleep. "Yeah. Sorry." She mutters. "Don't need to apologize." He sighs starting the car up.
The next morning
Elena felt no better the next day. She had only slept a few hours and her stomach was still churning. John pulled into the parking lot of a nice looking dinner and all the kids piled out of the car. Elena sat next to Dean while Sam sat next to John. "Can I get y'all something to drink?" The waitress questioned. Elena would usually order a coffee but she didn't think she could stomach anything but a water. John and Dean order coffee while Sam gets a lemonade. She takes a small sip of her water and can feel her stomach turning. "I'm going to use the ladies room." She mumbles knowing her stomach wouldn't accept it for long. She threw up, washed her hands and fixed her hair before returning. She didn't dare to look in the mirror. The waitress was taking their order. "Ok so kids pancakes, and two orders of bacon and eggs. For you?" The waitress questions Elena. "Nothing for me, thanks." She says with a small smile. "Alright that will be out in a jiffy." The waitress smiles walking away. "You still not feeling well?" John questions making Elena turn bright red. "No Sir." She whispers. "What's wrong?" Dean questions confused. "Nothing. I'm fine." She mutters quickly suddenly very interested in her nails. Dean wanted to press but he knew better. They make some light small talk until the food comes out. Elena almost gags at the smell. "I think I'm going to wait in the car." She mutters quickly getting up. "I'll wait with you." Dean says getting up. "Don't be dumb. Eat your food. I'm fine." She says over her shoulder. Dean sighs and sits down. He eats rather quickly wanting to make sure Elena was alright. "She's alright son. Just not feeling 100%." John chuckles. "Yeah... Can I go check on her?" Dean mutters. John nods and Dean was quick to head out. Elena was leaning against the side of the car a puddle of vomit beside her. "You alright?" Dean questions. "Fucking fantastic." She whispers wiping her mouth on her sleeve. Dean rolls his eyes at her sarcasm and pulls her into a hug. "I hate being sick." She whimpers into his chest. "I know sweetheart." Dean mutters pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling great?" Dean questions. "It's no big deal." She shrugs. "Don't no big deal me. We are standing next to a puddle of vomit." He sighs making her eyes dart to the ground. "I'm sorry." She whispers. "Don't apologize. Why don't we lay down?" He offers. She nods and follows him surprised when he gets in the back with her. "Come on." Dean says patting his lap. Elena smiles snuggling up into his chest. Within a few minutes she was out cold.
