disclaimer:don't own sam or dean(
loosely based on a personal experience-i once had the flu on vacay and my sis took care of my whiny, ungrateful self.

"Sam, I'm going across the street to do some laundry. Don't get out of bed, and please throw up in the bucket this time."
"How long will you be gone?" Sam whined.
"I don't know. Long enough to wash everything either of us has worn for the past week. Since, you know, you don't know how to throw up in a freaking bucket."
"I'm sorry."
Dean sighed, knowing the apology was sincere. "I'll bring you some soup or something when I get done."