Dean and Hayley are 18 and Sam is 14
Dean walks into the dingy motel room grocery bags piled in his arms with Sam in tow complaining about his school day. He drops all the bags on the small kitchen counter and then notices his twin sister curled up on the couch. She had her arms wrapped around her stomach in protective manor and the trashcan next to her. "You alright?" Dean asked voice laced with concern. "Yeah. I'm not feeling very well." She whispers eyes not leaving the old tv that was playing Scooby Doo reruns. Dean crouches down next to her to get a better look while Sam gets to work unpacking the groceries. He presses a hand to her forehead. "You don't feel to warm... Shark week?" Dean questions making both brothers visibly cringe. They were great brother but any topic involving their sisters vagina and they were out. "No. That was last week." She whispers easing into her brothers touch. "Can I make you something to eat?" He whispers tucking a blonde strand of hair behind her ear. Hayley shakes her head and curls into herself trying to gain more warmth. "Alright. Try and sleep it off." Dean sighs standing up and grabbing the comforter off his bed and laying it over his sister. "You hungry Sammy?" Dean asked glancing at the clock and seeing it was already seven. "Can we do grilled cheese?" Sam says looking up from his book. "Yeah. Do your homework." Dean sighs making two grilled cheeses, a piece of toast and some tomato soup.
"I'm not eating that..." Hayley says sitting at the kitchen table and staring into the soup in-front of her. "You need to eat. Stop complaining." Dean says pushing the soup closer toward her. Hayley glares at her brother and takes a couple bites. "Atta girl. How's your sandwich Sammy?" Dean questions. "Good." He says mouth full of grilled cheese. A few bites later and Hayley was done. "I'm full. Thanks De." Hayley mutters getting up and going back to the couch to watch TV. Dean cleans up before he joins her on the couch watching Scooby Doo while Sam researches. "Are you feeling any better?" Dean questions. "No." She whispers placing a hand on her swollen abdomen. "Do you feel like you're sick or do you feel nauseous?" He asked wishing he knew how to help her better. "Both." Hayley whispered snuggling into Deans side. He smiles a little and wraps his arm around her. He played with her hair for a few short minutes before she was out cold.
He regretted his decision to make her eat when the warm and half digested soup splatters in his lap very ungracefully. "You're alright. You're alright." Dean soothes pulling back Hayley's hair with one hand and grabbing the trashcan in front of him holding it out to contain the next round. At the same time the phone rang and he knew it was his Dad but he was a little preoccupied. "Fuck De. I'm sorry." Hayley chocked out. "I know. It's alright Hayls." Dean sighs disgusted with the vomit on his shirt but putting his siblings first. "Sam grab her some water please. Hayley you alright if I get changed?" Hayley quickly nods her head cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. Sam handed her a water bottle. "You alright Hayley?" He questions softly. She nods quickly before lurching her head into the bucket and heaving against. Sam holds her hair back for her trying to help. Dean quickly changed and then on his way back the motel phone rang. Dean again knew it was his dad but ignored it trying to comfort his sister. He rubs soothing circles on her back and waits her out. "You're alright. Breathe Hayls." Once she was finally done she started to cry. "No. Don't start crying. You're alright. Get in my bed." Dean says helping her up and guiding her to bed. She snuggles under the covers while Dean cleans out the bucket and returns it. "You need anything?" He questions. Hayley shakes her head. "No. I'm ok. Thanks guys." She mumbles closing her eyes. The whole puke fest taking a lot out of her. "Yeah. I'm going to call Dad back real quick. Come get me if anything happens." Dean commands Sam while grabbing his cell and heading outside.
-When I call you answer
-I know. I'm sorry Sir. I was a little preoccupied
-With?
-Hayley. She isn't feeling well. No fever but throwing up. A lot.
-Do you need me to come back?
-I have everything handled right now but I'm sure Hayley would appreciate that.
-Alright. I'll be there by dawn.
-Good night Sir.
-Good night son.
Dean headed back in the motel room and slipped into bed next to his sister. Everyone was exhausted.
