Once again Dean and Sam were sitting in a random diner in the middle of nowhere. Bobby had tipped them off on a lead for a new job, the thing was it was in the next state over. Their plan was to rest for the night and drive the rest of the way tomorrow.

"So Bobby says that people have died like this last person over the past 30 years. Same time, same place, and but all different complications." Sam said around a bite of salad.

Dean wasn't really listening though. He just didn't feel right. It wasn't about the job, heck Dean couldn't wait to go kill something. But most of the day he felt like his stomach was rebelling. It started in the morning but he just tried to ignore it. Now they were eating dinner and he just felt more nauseous.

Only finishing a small part of his burger he pushed the rest of it forward.

"Dean, are you ok? Not like you to not finish food, especially a bacon cheeseburger." Sam said lifting an eyebrow in confusion.

"Not hungry. Let's just go find a motel and sleep, I am tired." Dean said sliding out of the booth.

Sam doesn't argue and follows Dean out the door. He knows something is up but is tired of Dean acting like a tuff guy and he won't just accept that he is sick. So Sam decides that he will let Dean just deal with it and wait for his brother to come to him instead of the other way around.

In the car Dean feels slightly better because there isn't any food in front of him, but just the thought of it makes his stomach roll. Placing a hand over his stomach he moans to himself. But once Sam enters the car he removes his hand and starts the car. He doesn't want Sam to know that he is ready to hurl everything from that day up.

Sam was the first to exit the car when they reached the motel.

"Hey I will get the room. You wait here." Sam closed the door and walked inside the main office. Maybe I should just tell him to take some medicine. He always makes himself worse. No no no! Dean needs to learn that he has got to take care of himself not just me. Sam thought to himself as he was getting the room.

When Sam opens the door to the room Dean pushes him out of the way and heads straight for the closest bed. "Hey watch it man."

"Shut up Sam." Dean muffled through the pillow once he laid in the bed. Ugh I feel terrible. I don't know how much longer I can hold out. But I can't tell Sam. No way am I going to let him know I feel sick, I am no wimp. Dean thought to himself.

Sam shrugged and went back out for the duffle bags that Dean didn't bother to bring in. When Sam came back in to the motel room he was surprised to hear the shower going so soon. He went and grabbed his laptop out and started researching the job.

Thirty minutes late Dean emerged from the bathroom. Man did Dean look like crap. He had a paler and somewhat greener tone to his skin than before and once again he had a hand over his stomach. Dean had also changed his clothes too. He was in a tight t-shirt and sweat pants compared to his jeans and leather jacket.

"Did you get lost in there or something?" Sam teased. Sam knew that was a long shower especially for Dean. "Shut up Sam." Dean growled. Dean had took the shower in hope of it making him feel better, but didn't succeed.

Dean walked to the beds, grabbed the pillow from his brother's bed and sat down on his own. Wrapping his arms around the pillow he placed it over his stomach and then laid his mouth and nose on top of the pillow.

Dean moaned quietly hoping that Sam wouldn't hear him. Sam sighed out load as an indication that he did hear Dean. Sam closed his laptop and turned his chair around.

"Ok what is wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong."

"Dean."

"Sam."

"You know what fine! Make yourself sicker and don't take care of yourself!" Sam stood up and grabbed his jacket. Sam opened the door.

"I am not sick, and where are you going?" Dean asked while protesting.

"Out. I will be back later." Sam said slamming the door behind him.