Supernatural Oneshots

Sam and Dean (ft Cas) -When you go down to the woods today

another request by the lovely and great fellow oneshot writer bbgirl18 :) this is set around season 10 cause I want Sam to be a little bit older. added my own wee twist to it. Enjoy!

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"So what are we looking for?" Sam whispered, standing as close to Dean as possible in the dark forest.

"El Chupacabra. Looks a lot like a hellhound but its a little smaller and have spikes on its back. One bullet directly to the brain. That's a sure way to kill them." As they continued to go deeper into the forest, Sam stomach began to twist in worry. After a while Dean stopped and pointed in the opposite direction.

"I'm gonna go this way and see if I can find it. Call me if you kill it and vice versa." Sam nodded and walked off, getting further and further away from Dean. He pulled out his flashlight as the wind rustled through his long hair. A loud crack caused Sam to jump. He heard a low growl behind him. He pivoted on his feet and pointed the gun towards the sound. He saw the deepened silhouette of the monster staring straight at him. It sprinted towards him, causing Sam to trip over a branch. As it prepared to pounce, he was able to grab his gun, aim and fire it directly though the front of the head, blood and brains to splatter all over Sams face. The creature fell with a large thud at Sams feet. Sam stared at the dead creature before his phone began vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and held it up to his ear to be greeted by the voice of a panicking Dean.

"Sam you ok? I heard a gunshot! is everything all right?" Sam swallowed heavily.

"Yeah I'm fine. The creature is dead. One blow like you said." Dean sighed in relief.

"Ok doke. Well why don't you start to head back to the car and we will go get a beer huh?" Sam nodded.

"Fine. I'll be as quick as I can." he hung up his phone and placed it back in his pocket before heading back the way he came. As he wandered silently he could still taste the monster blood that had splattered into his mouth which his stomach to twist, causing him to feel ill. After 10 minutes the younger Winchester leant against a tree, his arm wrapped around his stomach. He burped softly, causing the nauseous pain to increase. He pulled out his phone and shakily dialled Deans number. After two rings the older brother finally picked up.

"Sam where are you? Whats happened?" Sam swallowed.

"Dean.....help...." Sam slurred. He dropped to his knees, curling up tight into a ball and placing his forehead on the cold ground.

"Sammy where are you? I'm coming to find you." Dean hung up, leaving Sam alone. No longer had Dean hung up, Sam felt the bile rise in his throat. He sat on all fours as he heaved up everything he had eaten in the last 24 hours as well as the monster blood that he had accidentally swallowed.  He felt his entire body shudder as more watered down food tumbled out of his mouth and dripped out his nose. He continued to throw up for another twenty minutes before his stomach stopped twisting. He scooted around the large puddle of vomit and sat against the tree, one arm under his sweaty shirt, rubbing his stomach.

an hour later

"Sammy you ok?" Sam jumped up to see his brothers face staring right at him. Sam shook his head, which increased the growing pain in his head. Dean helped his moose sized brother up right. Suddenly Sams face paled. He doubled over, one hand on the tree and the other on his stomach. Dean moved round to his side so he could watch Sam. He rubbed Sams back as Sam strained to empty his stomach.  Dean felt Sams muscles tightened as he began to throw up again. Dean kept a close eye on Sam, watching his every move. After a further ten minutes Sam stood up straight.

"Sam?" suddenly Sams eyes rolled back into his head and he fell forward. Dean rushed forward and caught Sam in his arms. He dragged Sam to the road where he parked as close to Sam as possible. He pulled Sam into the passenger side of the impala and placed a bin in his lap and comforter around his shoulder. He drove as fast as he could to the first crummy motel in sight. Although unconscious Sam was still throwing up in his sleep, 95% of the time missing the bucket and hitting the towel his lap. As soon as Dean parked the car he ran into the motel, got the first room available and ran out to the car to get Sam who had finally woken up. He grunted, realising he was wet cause of sweat and he had wet himself from the pain. Dean didn't want to mention this to hit. He swept Sams wet hair back and tried to get him out of the car. But since Sam was heavier it was a two man job. He said a few silent words in his head and felt a gush of wind behind him.

"Hello Dean you called?" Dean turned to see his angel friend standing behind him. Cas leaned to see Sam groaning in pain.

"What is wrong with him?" Dean shrugged.

"No idea but I need to get him into the room. I need you to take an arm and lift him out of the car." without another word Cas, using his angel strength had managed to get Sam mostly standing upright. Both angel and hunter had one of Sams arms draped over him as they slowly, but surely, made their way to the room. Dean managed to open the door with one hand and managed to drag Sam in. Cas noticed the increasing sweat on Sams face as it began to cringe again.

"Dean.." Cas warned. Dean took one look at Sam and they both guided him to the bathroom. They leant Sam over the bathtub as it was safer and could wash the mess away. Dean wiped away the sweat on his forehead and looked at Cas.

"I'm gonna run down to the store and grab medicine. You keep an eye on sicko here." And without another word he left. Cas pulled off his trenchcoat and placed it over his friends shivering frame.

"Ugh.....I feel so ill...." Sam spat into the bathtub. Cas knelt beside Sam. he rubbed his back, unsure of how to help.

"I'm sorry Sam. Just keep breathing." Suddenly Sam lurched forward, catching Cas by surprise. Sam grasped hold of the side of the bath, his knuckles turning pure white, matching the colour of the ceramic tiles. Sam coughed loudly as more vomit and blood poured of his mouth. As he went to speak he threw up back to back, causing great concern for Cas. He stayed by Sams side as at last the pain in his stomach began to go away. He breathed deeply as he turned around and leant against Cas's shoulder in pure exhaustion. Cas sat there, patting Sams head until the hunter had fallen asleep.

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Dean returned to find both hunter and angel asleep on the bathroom floor. After snapping a couple of pics and sending them to friends he grabbed a comforter and threw it over the two of them before also falling asleep on the wall just in case poor Sammy was sick again. but when he woke up the next morning he was fine and acted as if nothing had happened.