"DEAN, PULL OVER. NOW!"
Sam shouted a little louder than he probably should have.
Startled by the abrupt outburst Dean slammed on the brakes and swerved over to
the side of the highway.
"What the hell Sam? Wha..."
Dean didn't even get a chance to finish as Sam was out of the car in 2 seconds flat,
slamming the door behind him.
Dean silently cursed and jumped out of the car and around to the other side.
There leaning over the guardrail was Sam, puking his guts up with such ferocity
Dean thought he may fall over.
"Sammy?" Dean walked over and placed a hand on his baby brother's back.
He felt warm and sweaty through the cotton tee shirt and button down he had on.
Sam heaved again and was grateful when Dean gabbed him as he started to sway.
"I got you little brother, I got you."
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