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"You okay in there big man?" I asked as I rapped on the door to the bathroom.

Dean groaned and flushed the toilet in response making me giggle to myself.

"Not as easy as it used to be huh?" I teased as I stuck my head in the door.

He flipped me off from his position laying on the floor wrapped in towels next to the toilet. He had a bottle of gatorade and a package of saltine crackers laying next to him that he hadn't touched as well.

Sam had told me Dean doesn't like to be bothered when he is hungover but lets be honest, the last people you want around you when you're sick are your younger siblings, so I decided I would try to talk to him.

"Do you need anything? I can get you some soup or something?" I offered.

"I think I have glitter in my hair..." Dean groaned shaking his head and letting himself fall back onto the floor.

"No way! Really?" I asked snaking around the door and making a show of reaching for my phone to take a picture.

"I swear to God Evelynn if you take a picture-"

"I wont. I wont. I was just teasing." I smiled crossing the tiled floor to examine his hair. It was glittery alright. Also covered in garbage from his fall in the dumpster along with one purple fake nail.

"You've got more than glitter in here bud." I informed him as I grabbed a towel and sat crosslegged by his head.

"Wha...?" he mumbled with a pained expression.

"Nothing, just try not to hurl on me okay?" I asked as I laid the towel on my lap and scooted his head on top of the towel.

He simply grunted in response in more of a 'no promises' kind of way as I began picking out the flakes of reflective plastic.

"Sammy said you don't like people talking to you when you're hungover but you seem fairly pleasant." I noted as I untangled the cracked fake nail and handed it to him, "happy birthday." I joked.

"Oh thanks..." He mumbled sarcastically. "No I have nothing wrong with people when I'm sick."

I contemplated this as I pulled a half melted Lego from his hair, "Then why don't you let Sam near you?" I asked trying to brush the glitter out with my fingers.

"I don't know..." He snapped.

"Too quick of an answer Old Man. I want the real one." I scolded.

"I'm not that old!"

"You're older than me!"

"Whatever." He mumbled flippantly closing his eyes and folding his hands over his stomach.

"I still want that answer." I insisted, pushing his forehead down with my pointer finger and making him tilt his head back to look at me.

He gave me the 'fuck no' look and I reached for my phone as my threat, "Okay! Okay! Just hold on a sec."

He sighed and took a moment to find his words, "When Sam was younger I would always hide Dad's hangovers and all and I never wanted him to see me like that... I guess I've been protecting him so long I just can't stop."

"That's cute and all Dean, but Sammy wants to help you too. We can't protect them forever you know..." I cringed at my own words as I thought about the beautiful double standard I had laid out for myslef .

"Doesn't mean we can't try." Dean grunted sitting up and hovering over the toilet.

"Can't argue with that..." I mumbled as I rubbed his back and held my breath.