Setting: Pre-season one, teenchesters, John is away on a hunt. Dean looks out for a strange-acting Sam in a motel in Sperling, Nebraska. Dean is 16, Sam is 12.

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Peanut Butter Toast

Sam woke up to the smell of toast and coffee. The smell did not seem enticing to him today. Sitting up, his stomach flipped. Oh gosh. This could be bad. Pushing the queazy feeling out of his mind, he rose from the crappy motel bed and shuffled towards Dean who was drinking coffee from a chipped motel mug with his feet on the dining room table. He tossed a note towards Sam who let it float to the floor.

"Dad's going away for a few days to hunt a nest of vamps, looks like it's just you and me". Dean looked up from the mug in front of him, giving Sam the knowing look that they shared about their father. "Whaddaya want for breakfast?"

Sam's stomach tightened at the thought.

"Uh.. I'm not that hungry right now Dean, maybe later."

"Aww, but c'mon man, I made you peanut butter toast, your favorite!" Dean beamed stupidly.

Sam knew if he didn't eat it Dean would know something was up. Dean always knew, so he knew he had to suck it up and eat if he wanted to stop being the 'weak one' of the family. He was tired of being sick more often than Dean ever was. Maybe the feeling was nothing and it would just go away.

"Alright, Alright. . . Jerk".

"Bitch". Dean smirked while Sam plopped down at the grimy table to choke down the toast. "You know Dads not gonna let us skip any training today, so hurry up and finish then get ready to run and do some sparring back behind the motel. I'll go get ready now and I'll see you out there."

Finally. Sam was glad Dean left the room and he wouldn't have to finish the toast to save face. He already felt a little shaky and his stomach was flipping like it was in the circus. Ugh. Why does dad think it's necessary for a twelve year old to train to hunt? Grumbling, Sam tossed the toast and put his plate in the sink before changing into shorts and a holey tee shirt. He heard a faint 'hurry up' from his brother outside. Sam could tell this was going to be an unpleasant run by the oddly lingering taste of toast in his mouth and acrobatic stomach. Might as well get it over with.

"Bout damn time. Lets get this run finished before it gets too sunny." With that, they started down the sidewalk and headed towards open roads with minimal traffic. About halfway through the run, Sam felt himself turning green. He didn't know how long he could stop the inevitable from happening. And of course, Dean noticed right away.

"Dude, are you feelin okay? You look like shit Sammy." Even though he laughed as he finished his line, Sam saw Dean's 'super concerned brother' look coming out and his eyebrows scrunch in worry.

"Yeah. . . I'll. . .B-be fine. Just. . . gimme. . . a sec," Sam panted. He could feel his stomach clenching and turned away from Dean so he couldn't see him grimace. He breathed deep, trying to make the feeling go away so he could finish this run. Why does this shit always happen to me?! I'm always the weak one.

"Sam, what is going on?" Dean's concern wasn't even partially masked as he moved around to get a better look at Sam. Before Dean could take the step in front of Sam, he saw his body hunch over and heard him retch in the grass beside the road. "Shit Sammy, why didn't you tell me you felt sick this morning?" Dean began rubbing circles on Sam's back while he emptied his stomach on the shoulder.

When he finally felt like his stomach wasn't trying to jump out of his mouth, Sam stood straighter, Dean being annoyingly over caring and touchy. Pushing his hands off him Sam mumbled, "I'll be fine Dean, lets just get back to the motel." He really felt even worse than he had five minutes ago.

"That did not look like 'fine' to me Sam, but yeah, lets just get back, we can train another day, it's not like Dad needs to know." Dean sighed. He knew his stubborn brother felt terrible but they were miles away from the motel now and he was worried.

A/N-Hope you like it so far! Let me know what you think! Next chapter will be out hopefully tomorrow!