Supernatural Oneshots

Sam and Dean- Visions

a request from and inspired by bbgirl18 ! This is around the time when Sam starts having his visions. hope you enjoy it!

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As the boys finished up their research, they exited their manky hotel room and clambered into the impala and set off down the dark highway. As Dean drove down several twisty roads, Sam felt his stomach twist as the car rocked from side to side. He curled up, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

As Dean continued to drive he noticed Sam grumbling in his sleep but shrugged it off. He turned the radio up to drown out Sams mumbles. It wasn't for another half hour that he noticed Sams face screwing up. He turned off his music and pulled over in a nearby layby.

"No.....don't touch him." Sam mumbled louder. Dean grabbed Sam by his shoulder and shook him gently.

"Sam? Wake up buddy." Dean began to worry for his little brother. He knew his brother had frequent visions and that often made him feel sick at most. But this was different. Sams whole body was now covered in little goosebumps and he was shivering although, even though there was a thin sheen of sweat building up on his forehead.

"No! Get away from him! Stop!" Sam was screaming in his sleep, his fists curled up in a ball.

"Sam wake up! It's just a vision!" Dean was now scared beyond belief. Sams eyes suddenly shot open as he gasped for air.

"Woah buddy it was just a vision. You alright?" Sam quickly pushed open the car door and vomited harshly onto the gravel below, completely surprising Dean. Dean moved closer to Sam, rubbing his sweaty back.

"Its ok. Just let it all out." he whispered. Sam vomited even more, his whole body heaving. After a further 15 minutes Sam stomach finally stopped churning. He sat back in the impala, his face a mix of white and green.

"You ok Sammy?" Dean looked at his little brother with worry.

"Yeah I'm ok Dean. Just a vision. You know they make me ill." Dean started up the car.

"Yeah but never this ill. This hunt can wait. You need to rest Sammy." Sam didn't respond as he feared that he would empty his stomach again. Dean drove until he saw the first motel and pulled in. He left Sam alone in the impala as he ran in a booked a room as quickly as possible. Sam jumped as Dean opened his door.

"Come on big boy. I got us a room. Let me help you." Sam draped his arm over Dean. Dean moved Sam with careful movement so he wouldn't make Sam sick again. As soon as they got into the room Sam flopped onto the bed. Dean removed Sams shoes and jacket before clambering into his own bed, facing Sam incase anything happened in the night.

a few hours later

"NO!" Dean sat straight up as he heard a loud scream. He turned to find on the floor on his back, in the middle of a fit. He jumped out of bed and grabbed hold of Sams shaking body.

"Sam? Can you hear me?" Sams eyes were misty as he gasped for breath. Dean positioned him so his head was facing the floor. As Dean predicted Sam started to gag on his own breath and tried to force anything that was left in his stomach up and out. Unfortunately only stomach bile came out which burned poor Sams throat. Eventually he stopped writhing in pain and fell against Dean.

"You ok Sam?" Dean brushed his brothers long hair out of his eyes. Sam noticed that his pants were very wet after his vision. He wrinkled his nose in discuss. Dean had noticed to but didn't want to say anything.

"Come on lets get you into the shower." Dean half dragged Sam into the bathroom and placed him on the toilet. He stripped Sam off his clothes but left his underwear on for decency and placed him into the shower before turned the water onto a high heat.

"I'll be right here buddy ok?" Dean sat in front of the toilet and watched Sams silhouette through the foggy shower glass. Sam stood and let the water cascade over his aching body as he felt his muscles relax a little.

"Dean?" Sam croaked, his voice sore from all the vomiting.

"Yeah bud what is it? You still feeling sick?" Dean popped his head round the glass.

"Can you help me wash up? I'm too tired, I can barely stand." Sams shoulder slumped as he was too weak to lift his arms. Dean smiled, wanting his little brother to be all better.

"Sure bud." he took off his shoes and socks and clambered in behind Sam, knowing that his brother was way too sick to care. He took the shampoo bottle and helped washed Sams hair. After a couple more minutes Sams stomach began to grumble. He doubled over, panting heavily. Dean flinched but moved to Sams side in order to see everything. Sam swallowed, not wanting to be sick again.

"Sam don't. please." Sam couldn't hold it in any longer and everything came out again. He kept throwing up as Dean washed it all away with the shower head.

after a hour Sam finally stopped and crumpled to the floor. luckily dean caught him in time. Dean turned off the shower and dragged Sam back into his bed before covering him with a blanket. He dried himself off before checking on Sam one last time before climbing into bed.

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when Sam woke up he was completely better. Whenever he had a really bad vision Dean was always there to take care of him.