Supernatural Oneshots

Dean- Food poisoning

This is another request by  bbgirl18 who I'm always happy to write chapters for. Hope you enjoy this one
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"Dean are you sure you are alright?" Sam looked over to his brother in the drivers seat. "I still don't think that burger was cooked right." Dean turned and glared at his brother,, but his glare had no true feeling to it. Truth be told Deans burger did taste a little funny but he brushed it off. After driving for a couple of hours now he felt the burger tossing in his stomach.

"I'm fine Sammy honestly. What are you, my mother?" Dean swallowed quietly. They continued driving, the soft vibration of the Impala soothing Deans stomach. As soon as they arrived at the motel Dean felt the pain return. Sam clambered out of the car and walked into their motel room. it wasn't until ten minutes later that he noticed something was missing. He poked his head outside of the room to see Dean still sitting in the impala. Sam walked to the car window and peered inside. Dean was sitting with his eyes clothes, his arms wrapped around his stomach and whimpering softly. Sam opened the drivers side door and gently shook the older brother shoulder.

"Dean?" the hunter looked at Sam.

"I'm fine Sam." Sam shook his head.

"No Dean you're not. I think that burger gave you food poisoning. Lets get you inside huh?" Sam draped Deans arm over his shoulder and lifted him out of the car. Dean gagged softly but Sam didn't noticed. They walked inside together and Dean laid down on the bed, curling into a ball, breathing deeply. Sam ran around the room, grabbing the bin from the corner of the room and a blanket. He placed the bin next to Dean before giving him the blanket. Dean groaned.

"You're welcome." Sam patted Deans shoulder before lying down on his own bed, facing Dean so he had a good view of him. As soon as his head hit the pillow he fell asleep.

a couple hours later

Sam woke up to hear the sound of liquid hitting the floor. He sat up to see Dean on the floor on his hands and knees, harshly retching.

"Come on lets get you to the bathroom." He jumped up, carefully avoiding the puddle of vomit on the floor and dragged Dean to the bathroom. He lifted the lid of the toilet and placed Dean in front of it. Dean hovered over the porcelain bowl before gagging, his whole body shuddering. Sam rubbed his older brothers back, his other hand snaked around his waist to keep him upright. Dean grabbed hold of the toilet seat as everything he had eaten in the past 24 hours made an appearance in front of him.

"Just let it out Dean." Dean vomited again and again, his body shivering. After an hour he finally stopped. Sam grabbed a cloth and wetting it before placing on Deans sweaty forehead. Dean softly hissed in relief.

"Thanks Sammy." Dean croaked, his voice red raw from throwing up. He gagged softly, swallowing harshly.

"Do you want a shower?" Dean nodded. Sam sat Dean down on the toilet and handed him a bucket. Sam stripped his brother of all of his clothing. Dean didn't have time to feel embarrassed. Sam sat Dean down in the bathtub, letting the water drip over his body. The water unfortunately relaxed Deans muscles too much as he bent over and threw up on the floor of the tub. Dean swayed in and out of consciousness.

"Stay with me Dean." Sam clambered in behind Dean and held him upright. Dean continually vomited over and over again.

"You done?" Sam asked after a while. Dean nodded. Sam turned off the shower and ran into the living room and picked up a pair of sweatpants and a thin tshirt. He ran back to find his brother asleep in the tub.

"Come on buddy." Dean barely had his eyes open. Sam lifted him out of the tub and dressed him. Dean suddenly bent over in agony, his stomach making strange noises.

"Are you alright?" Dean lifted the lid of the toilet and pulled down his sweatpants. He sat down heavily before letting everything out. Sam sat down on the edge of the bathtub, his clothes and hair still soaking wet from the shower. Dean felt the bile rise in his throat.

"Ithinkimgoingtobesick." Dean rushed out. Sam held a bin under his brothers mouth. Dean grabbed hold of the bucket and gripped it tightly. As soon as one ended the other started. Poor Dean was exhausted. Sam stayed beside his brother all night long, holding a damp cloth on his forehead and rubbing his back. After many hours dean finally stopped. Sam helped his brother before picking him up and lying him down on his bed. He was away to go to his own before he felt Dean grab his hand.

"Please don't leave Sammy. I'm scared." Dean whimpered, his face pale and frightened. Sam smiled before lying down next to his brother.

Sam wrapped his arm around his brother, rubbing his stomach gentle. Dean whimpered quietly before finally falling asleep.