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Welcome to my World Little Brother
Part 1
"Hey man, grubs up!" Sam called dropping the keys and the brown bag on the crappy motel table.
He pulled off the tops on the coffee and took out the greasy bacon sandwiches making himself useful while he waited for Dean to come out of the bathroom. But five minutes and half an eaten sandwich later, still no Dean.
"Hey, you fall in? I said breakfast was here," 'He's usually snatched the bag out of my hand before I even finish the sentence.'
Sam waited, covered his brother's half of the food over hoping to keep some of the heat in till the pain in the ass emerged from the bathroom where he was probably checking himself out, but huffed in annoyance when Dean still wasn't turning up.
"Dean? It's getting cold, hurry the hell up would ya!"
"Not hungry thanks, toss it out," a scratchy voice half whispered back.
"Dean? You okay man?" Sam asked knowing there was definitely something wrong if he didn't want food.
"Peachy," the classic pain in the ass voice snapped back making Sam sorry for asking, in a sarcastic way of course.
Not feeling all that bothered either, Sam tossed all of the cold diner food out and left the coffee steaming away.
"Coffee?" he asked to the bathroom door.
"Yeah thanks."
"You ever coming outa there?" the younger one asked when both coffees were down his pipe.
"Hold your horse's princess I'm comin'," Dean whined back before coming from the room seconds later.
"You okay?" Sam repeated seeing the grey-ish tone his bothers face had, he was dressed, shaved, and showered, but he still looked like crap as he reached for the still steaming cup.
"Fine, come on I wanna hit the road, this town sucks."
"Want me to drive?"
"Nope, I know how to drive Sammy even when I got cold," Dean smirked satisfied when his younger brother pouted, obviously un-amused.
"Smart ass," he hit back shoving the last of his jeans in his duffle then finishing his own coffee he followed Dean out to the car.
~SW/DW~
"JESS!! JESS!!"
"Sam wake up!" Dean shook when the one sleeping in the passenger seat started to scream who was now trying to shake it off as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up straight.
"You okay?"
"Where are we?" Sam asked dodging the concern not ready to talk about that just yet.
"Few hours outside south Dakota."
"That it?" Sam grumbled, he'd only slept for half an hour and he was having a nightmare already, 'is this ever gonna get better?'
"You wanna talk about it?"
Sam only had to glance at his big brother to tell him his answer to that, no, no way in hell he wanted to talk about it, it might make it worse if he did, if he said it out loud, it would be so much worse...but then again, could it really get any worse than it is already?
"Hey Sammy?" a soft, caring but not patronising voice asked.
"Yeah?"
"You wanna drive for a while?" the older one asked knowing what would help take Sam's mind off it, because he clearly was in pain when his mind was on it.
"You sure? You okay?" Sam was now twisting the concern over, 'I should have a plan laugh or something,' Dean smirked to himself.
"Fine, just think I got stomach upset or something," the older one told only in half truth knowing Sam needed this time to be concerned about him so he didn't have to think about the other thing, he felt like a total pussy for admitting he was a tiny bit sick, his dad would no doubt be ashamed of the lack of 'suck it up son', but who cares when it was Sam in need?
"Yeah okay, you need to hurl, I know you wouldn't wanna get that on your upholstery," the young one smiled warmly, oblivious to Dean's little plan, it was working though.
"No, I'm good, thanks Sammy," and for the first time in weeks, Sam didn't reply with 'it's Sam.'
He pulled over, let Sam be the mother hen one for the first time in years - scooting over to the passenger side when Sam got out and went round, then shuffled down to get some sleep. He did feel like crap now that he mentioned it, just not quite as bad as Sam was no doubt thinking right now...well, let the kid think away at his leisure.
"You want me to turn the music down?"
"No, put whatever you want on," Dean shrugged closing his pretending to be ready for a nap.
There were a few clicks and clunks of tapes being put in and out and knobs on the radio being turned, then there was a very cheesy county tune playing, Dean used all he had in him to keep his face as blank and his side splitting laughter inside.
Sam remained oblivious, tapping and nodding his head to Crazy Love, driving down feeling peaceful letting the scenery take over the space in his mind that was usually filled with sadness.
~SW/DW~
"Dean? You awake?"
"Mm'up, what?"
"You looked like you were gonna hurl in your sleep, you okay?"
"Mhh...noo," Dean groaned changing his mind and covering his mouth fast. Sam swerved and pulled over just in time for his brother to swing the door open, land on his hands and knees in the grass, then let out gut renching heaves he didn't know he had in him.
"Dean? Dean," Sam called for some reason jumping out of his side and running to Dean, grabbing him before he face planted in his own mess. "You okay?" he asked when it looked like his brother was sagging as a sign that he was empty.
"Fine," he snapped once again, make Sam sorry for asking, once again, but not in the slightest bit sarcastic this time.
"Here," Sam said handing Dean a bottle of water to wash his mouth with.
"Thanks," he grunted spitting the slimy mix into the grass then standing up brushing his damp knees off. "Terrific, my best jeans," he whined like a 5 year old as he got in the car and let Sam close the door.
"I'll buy you a new pair, just sit tight, I'll pull in at the next motel."
"Thank you mother goose."
'Man, I forgot how cranky Dean was when he's sick, what crawled up his ass and died?'
"What's so funny?" the bitchy one asked.
"Nothing, you okay?" Sam asked shaking off his smirk.
"I'm awesome, having a blast...uh god..."
"Dean?" Sam asked fast and worried.
"...mm'good, just drive would ya, my butts going numb with your granny speed," both of them heard Dean's voice quiver whilst he snapped out that last remark but neither said anything.
The older one feeling too gross to talk anymore and not wanting to risk opening his mouth to let something other than words out, and the younger one too concerned in whether to give his big brother time to bitch while he can, knowing in about a few hours Dean would be feeling a hell of a lot worse before he felt better, or just go full on mother hen and watch Dean like a hawk whilst he drove.
"Watch the road!"
'Guess that's my answer.'
~SW/DW~
"Dean? Dean, wake up man," Sam nudged gently.
"Wha...?" a scratchy voice asked.
"Got us a motel, you want help getting inside?"
"M'not a kid ya know, I think I can manage putting one foot in front of the other."
"Yeah, okay...sorry," Sam mumbled moving from the door to let Dean get out.
Feeling bad for getting in his brother's face when he clearly just wanted to be left alone he let Dean pull himself towards the open motel door by himself. He always did hate being singled out and the centre of attention, 'I'm not exactly doing the best job am I? Man I wish dad was here...he always knew what to do when either of us was sick...but then again, it was always me that was sick, and always dad telling Dean what to do, then he would take off and leave us to it...dick.'
"Sammy?" someone from inside called.
"Yeah, be there in a sec, just need to get the bags, you wanna bring your own in?"
"Nar...m'tired, thanks Sammy," Dean whispered as his brother dumped their bags in the floor quietly then went back outside to close the trunk.
"Night Dean," he sighed when his big brother pushed his boots off and shrugged off his favourite leather jacket before curling up on the bed fully dressed and on top of his sheets. Sam picked up his own cover and laid them over Dean knowing he needed them more tonight, 'Dean's done it plenty of times for me when we were kids, time to repay the favour.'
He huffed one last time, set the bathroom bin down next to Dean on the floor with a towel under it, then pushed off his tennis shoes and laid on his own bed peeling back his lids keeping a sharp watch for if Dean needed him, well that and the fact that he didn't want to bother Dean with his nightmares...'no one's here to be able to wake me this time...and it's always just too close to seeing her burn when Dean does wake me up...no, I definitely want to see that ever again in my life, I deserve it sure, but I just can't see that again, I can't and I won't.'
"Sammy would you not think so loud man, just go to sleep, it'll be fine, just go to sleep," a cranky, sick, but caring voice ordered making the younger one frown.
"How did you-?"
"Sam, the Irish can hear your geek boy brain running a marathon...never mind me in the next bed, just go to sleep, you look like crap."
"Says you," Sam snorted not wanting to keep his brother up, but needing to stave off sleep for as long as he could.
"Just go to sleep, I can't get my beauty sleep if you're over there having a panic attack about sleeping."
"Beauty sleep? Dean there isn't enough hours in your lifetime for that man."
"Haha, you know you're jealous," Dean joked, he needed sleep, in fact it was screaming in his ear, but Sam needed a few more minutes to calm down from his...Jess thing, then they were both going to sleep whether he liked it or not.
"..."
When a few minutes later, only 2 sets of breathing could be heard, Dean was sure Sam had dropped off...but when he closed his eyes a scared voice piped up again.
"Hey Dean?"
"Yeah Sam?" he asked sinking his pounding head into the pillow making his words come out muffled.
"You think dad's okay?" the young one asked.
'Okay...now he's just yanking my chain, no way I'm falling for that, it's like the biggest, widest, longest answered questioned out there...no way am I getting into that now, I love ya Sammy but I need sleep, and more to the point, so do you.'
"He's fine, just go to sleep and we can pick up the search tomorrow when I don't feel like shit, deal?"
"*sigh....* Deal."
'Thank Christ for that.'
"Hey Dean?"
'Not again.......!!'
"What?"
"Um...nothing, never mind," Sam stuttered getting the picture...but in the totally wrong way.
"Sam, just go to sleep, I swear I'll wake you, just go to sleep man, that's an order."
"That never worked when dad tried...don't think it's gonna work with you," Sam smirked looking over at the other bed.
"Fine, Sam pretty please with sugar and a pony on top will you please go to sleep, please...pretty pretty please, I'll even toss in a unicorn if you don't have a nightmare."
"...yeah, funny...night Dean," Sam sighed knowing he couldn't keep Dean up any longer, his voice was starting to crack and it was his fault, unicorn or no...he at least had to pretend he was asleep.
"Sam I mean it, stop thinking and just go to sleep, you're gonna make it worse if you keep thinking about it kiddo."
'He hasn't called me that in a serious voice for years...okay, guess he's delirious.'
"Sleep, now Sam, I mean it."
"Yes sir," Sam mocked then turned over to face the wall away from Dean, closing his eyes, begging for no nightmares tonight.
~SW/DW~
"No! JESS!! NOOOO!!"
"Why Sam?...Why Sam?"
"Nooo!! JESS!!"
..............................................
"JESS!! JJEESSS!!!"
Sam shot up into a sitting position, sweat poured from his skin and he frantically looked round for his charcoal Stanford apartment, or rather what was left of it.
"Mmg..."
"Dean?" he half begged pushing up and standing.
"..ammy.." was all Dean could get out between the gags.
"Dean you okay?" Sam rushed sprinting to the bathroom.
"Fine...be out in a sec."
"You sure?"
"..ure..." he groaned before coughing and gagging all at the same time making himself choke.
"Dean? Dean? Dude that didn't sound too good, you sure you're okay?"
"........."
"Dean?"
"....................."
"Dean man I'm coming in," Sam bit his lip and tightened his fists hoping it wasn't as bad as he was imagining right now, 'Dean was just sick, people get sick all the time, it's nothing, a few pukes and he'll be fine...he's fine.'
When he opened the door he pushed on the handle slowly, scared for some reason of what he might find.
"Dean?!" he yelled running forward and skidding down next to Dean in one flash. "Hey, hey Dean," he called tapping his brothers cheek.
From his position on the floor, Dean looked awful, his usually tanned smirk coated face was droopy and gray-ish green, his strong square shoulders were limp and hung towards the cold tile floor, and his wide quick catching always aware eyes were swimming in their own water not focused on anything but the sink he was seeing double of, oh and not to mention the puke down the toilet, 'surely even Dean hasn't got enough room to put all that in his stomach.'
"Dean, look at me," Sam begged trying to hold his brothers swaying head up right.
"M'fine, gimmi a minute."
"Dean why the hell didn't you wake me? You are definitely not fine."
"What? You wanna hold my hand while I puke?"
"Dean, I'm serious, you should have woke me up."
"You looked like crap, you need sleep, don't wantcha to screw up on a hunt...need to watch my cute ass."
"You're sick and puking your guts up and you still manage to compliment yourself and insult me, nice Dean."
"Welcome Samantha."
Sam just sighed, glad his brother still had his unique brand of comedy even when he was sick, it made the situation less severe if Dean was making jokes, like he wasn't all that sick...which did help a little.
"You done?"
"I hope so," Dean grumbled pushing himself up along the wall.
Sam held his waist but was batted away with a slap and grunt.
"I'm just trying to help."
"I'm the big brother here, my job to do that for you remember."
"But I'm not the one that's sick Dean."
"Yeah, so?"
"So, whose job is it you when you're sick?"
"Don't need to Sammy, and who said anything about me being sick?"
"Uh Dean, look down the toilet, kinda speaks for itself don't-cha think," Sam huffed back as he flushed for Dean.
"Not sick, just a little bad food, I'm fine and I don't need you to look after me, I look after you."
"Yeah well, not today, so suck it up and let me help you."
Sam took charge, wrapping his arm once again round Dean's middle and pulling him along out back to bed with no complaints this time.
"Go to sleep, you look like crap, there's a bucket here, don't move," he ordered storming off to the small kitchen getting a glass then fishing the first aid out of Dean's bag.
"You didn't look at my underwear did you?" a joking smart ass asked.
"Haha, here, take these," Sam ordered pushing 2 horse pills in front of Dean along with a glass of water to wash them down with that he now drank greedily.
"Bossy," he mumbled when Sam took the glass away.
"Yeah you are, now it's my turn to return the favour, sucks to be you this week."
"Smart ass," Dean grumbled before putting a hand to his stomach making a face.
"You okay?"
"I've just puked my guts out and now I have nurse Sammy bitching to me, who is not hot in a nurses outfit by the way, so yeah I'm just ecstatic, yourself?"
"Well Dean if you're picturing me in a nurses outfit then-"
"Eeeww man, thanks, now I am, and dude your already girly hair has pigtails...ewww, now it's seared in my brain!" he cried covering his eyes in horror.
"Quit your whining, I swear a demon could rip you limp from limb and you'd patch yourself back together with a few bar rags but give Dean a stomach bug and he's all why me."
"You suck at bed side manner...mm'Sammy..."
"Dean?" Sam rushed to the bed picked up the bucket and held it under Dean's chin to he get rid of the contents of his stomach once again, 'there goes the pills,' he said to himself as a whitey water substance but not much else came up.
Dean was now at the dry heave stage which sucked out loud, everyone knew puking sucked but puking without the puke just sucked that bit more, it pulled on your muscles and shot pain all the way up to your throat and down to your groin, yep, dry coughing chocking on thin air heaves suck ass, in fact, they make ass smell like fairy dust.
"Take it easy Dean, I gotcha," Sam began to mumble, it always helped when he was sick, so he figured he'd try it for Dean, he might end up with another slap but it was worth a try.
"Thanks Sammy, mm'good now," he mumbled instead as he pushed the bucket he still had a fierce grip on.
"You sure?" Sam asked sincere as he pulled the bucket away and went towards the bathroom to wash it out.
"Yeah," came out a breathless voice.
"Get some more sleep Dean, maybe you can stay asleep through the worst of it."
"Worst of what?" Mr. Smartass asked the college geek.
"Stomach flu, at least I think that's what you got."
"How you'd know? Is that another one of your freaky, encyclopaedia of weirdness, geek boy, smarty pants, know it all, Stanford, straight A......."
"Dean what the hell are you talking about? You've just said like the same insult in 20 different ways, that's a little mean even for you," Sam smirked.
"Yeah...what was I talking about?"
"Me being a geek boy," Sam offered slightly worried at Dean sudden slurring and confusion.
"Sam you okay?"
"Dean? Wha...Dean you okay?" Sam asked totally wierded out now.
"Sammy? Would you stand still man?"
"Ah Dean, I'm sitting down, and I'm still," Sam reached forward and felt Dean's forehead trying to remember if dizziness and confusion were symptoms of stomach flu.
"What are you doing? Get off you big pansy," Dean slapped his hand away making Sam grown under his breath, 'just when I thought he was being less dick-ish, he goes and surprises me once again.'
"Cranky ass, go to sleep," Sam ordered standing from the bed and getting his laptop to make himself useful, Dean wasn't going anywhere even if he wanted to, so he needed to make use of the time, maybe look for a new hunt or try and find their dad.
"Night Sam," Dean whispered shuffling down from the headboard and curling in a ball with his arms tight round his flip flopping stomach.
"Night Dean."
~SW/DW~
"Dean, man wake up," Sam shook his big brother lightly awake hoping he wouldn't get a knife in his eye.
"Whaa?"
'Jeez he sounds even worse.'
"Dean I gotta go out for half an hour, need to pick up some things for you, will you be okay?"
"You woke me up from the play boy mansion for that?"
"I'll take that as a 'yes Sam I'll be fine.'"
"Whatever, leave me alone," he pouted turned away towards the wall.
"I'll be back later, you need to puke, there's the bucket, call me if you need to," Sam stated tapping Dean's cell he had laid on the nightstand.
"Cya Francis."
"Bite me, don't do anything stupid."
"Yes sir," he was tossed as he closed the door behind him and considered whether or not to lock the door.
"Dean, I'm locking the door okay!"
"..Kay!"
Sam turned the key hoping he made the right choice, 'what if he gets dizzy and knocks something over and starts a fire or a flood? And can't get out cos I've locked the door?'
"Would you go already! I can take care of myself!"
"Someone puked on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Sam muttered to himself as he put the key in his pocket and walked to the Impala, praying to god Dean would just do as he was told and sit still till he got back.
TBC...
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