Supernatural Oneshots

Sam- The sickness will get you

This was request by bbgirl18 who is an excellent awesome writer and I would highly recommend reading her stories. In this chapter Sam and Dean have just finished another hunt and go out for something to eat. Unfortunately for Sam he is overtired and starts to feel really sick. So enjoy!
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"I am so happy we finally ganked that son of a bitch." Dean threw the bag of weapons onto the motel bed.

"Yeah I guess so." Sam replied weakly. He had been the main target of the attack and had multiple bruises and cuts down his body. He was insanely tired and only wanted to sleep off the pain.

"I saw a burger joint across the street. Why don't we get something to eat and then we'll hit the hay huh?" Sam felt his stomach gurgle but he put it off.

"Sure Dean lets go." Sam followed his older brother along the empty car park as they walked to the restaurant. Sam slowed down gradually, the pain in his stomach increasing with every step he took. It took him a further 10 minutes before he sat down opposite his brother, placing his head on the cool wooden table.

"Are you okay Sammy? You look a bit peaky." Dean rubbed Sams back. He sat up straight and forced a smile.

"I'm fine Dean. Honestly!" A waitress came over to take their order. She looked at Sam and frowned.

"Honey you don't look so good. Stay here." She ran into the kitchen and appeared two minute later with a bowl of soup.

"Here eat this. You'll feel better." She ruffled his long hair and walked off without another word. Sam ate the soup slowly, trying to stop it from making an appearance on his lap.
As soon as he finished he folded his arms around his waist and said nothing.

"Come on pal. Let's get you back to the room." Dean helped his younger brother up. Sam began to swallow hard as they got to the door of their room. As soon as Dean opened the door Sam ran to the bathroom and threw up the little food he had in his stomach. He felt his brother make an appearance beside him, holding him up so he wouldn't fall over.

"Just let it out Sammy." Sam gripped the side of the ceramic bowl as his whole body shuddered to empty his stomach. He sat against the wall, breathing deeply. Dean sat next to him and rubbed his stomach to relieve the pressure. Sam gagged again but continued to swallow.

"Don't keep it in Sam. It'll just make you feel worse." Sam crawled over to the toilet and violently threw up. It started a chain reaction, barely giving poor Sam any chance to breathe. Dean sat behind him with his arms wrapped around him. After what felt like forever Sam was able to catch his breath.

"Do you want a shower bud?" Dean rubbed Sams back. He nodded. The older brother lifted him onto the toilet lid and handed him a bucket. He stripped Sam down to his underwear and helped him into the shower, letting the hot water fall over him.

"Just call me when you want to get out." Dean disappeared, leaving Sam alone in the shower. He let the water drip down his face, making him hiss when the water splashed over his cuts. His stomach began to rumble again, causing him to double over in agony.

"Dean....." Sam whispered. He looked down and threw up onto the floor of the shower. He heard the running of footsteps as he continued to be sick. Dean ran to his brother, turning the shower off. He handed him a bucket and sat him on top of the toilet. He dressed him in sweatpants and a thin tshirt. But the movement wasn't helping.
Sam had nothing left in his stomach to throw up.

"Come on. Let's get you to bed Sam." Dean carried his younger brother bridal style to his bed and sat down next to him. 

"Here take a sip of Tylenol. You'll feel better." Sam sipped the medicine and curled up, falling into a deep sleep.

A few hours later

Dean sat up, hearing the noise of his brother vomiting onto the floor. Sam wiped his mouth before gagging into his hand. Dean vaulted over his bed and dragged Sam to the bathroom. He lifted the lid just in time before sick was barrelling out of Sams throat.

"Do you want to camp here tonight?" Sam nodded. Dean ran back into the bedroom and cleaned up the sick on the floor. He grabbed hold of the medicine and the blankets and rushed back to the bathroom. He saw Sam passed out on the floor and threw the blanket over him, falling asleep beside him

After a couple of days Sam was back to his normal self and was ready for new adventures.