Dean watched his little brother toss violently in his sleep that night, the sound of muffled calls alerted reality around him that Sam was having a night terror. He waited, as normally Sam's dreams only lasted a couple of minutes and then Sam would return to a normal wordless sleep – but this night was different. Only so once Sam started gripping his head as if he was suffering from a terrible headache and crying out in pain. Dean knew this was no nightmare but one of his brothers crazy visions and so he rushed over to Sam to try and awake him.
"Sam. Sam." He shook his possessed brother writhing in pain. "Wake up."
Sam lay still beneath his grip, his heart rate slowed and Sam was back with the living.
"Sam?" Dean asked cautiously, his brother's eyes opened slowly looking up at his older brother, Dean looked closely into those dark green eyes to catch a glimpse of fear. "… What did you see?" Asking that question always made Dean feel anxious and concerned, he never liked knowing that any answer coming from his brother never contained good news.
Sam looked straight at his brother, those eyes pierced through Dean's soul. ".. I... Died Dean."
Dean was hit with a wave of horror and confusion. "Sorry? How is that even possible?"
"I don't know." Sam answered quietly as he rubbed his pointer and index fingers across his temples. Dean gave Sam a couple of minutes of breathing time before forcing another question onto him. Sam's attention changed rapidly, he dug his nails into Dean's flesh (as if trying to put the pain elsewhere).
"Ouch Sam. What the hell?" Pain shot through Sam's entire body, it was the worst pain he had ever experienced and he blanked out of the motel.
Dean watched with hurt, he didn't know what to do, he never knew what to do when Sam was in such a state, and all he could do was trying to get his brother to focus. It felt like an hour till Sam begun to focus on his surroundings (again), Dean looked at him with worry, "what was that all about Sam?"
Sam didn't answer, trying to move his brother's sharp attention away from him, he looked towards the kitchen. "How about a beer? I just need a drink." Dean sighed, noticing his brother trying to change the subject away from the vision and he definitely did not want to go into the other room whilst Sam was not feeling well. Sam pulled a huge smile revealing shiny white teeth.
He left into the other room, opening the fridge and looking for some sort of alcohol, spotting what he needed he took out two bottles of beer, "you do know Sam that I'm not forgetting what just happened here." Sam moaned, as Dean uncapped the bottles, all of a sudden a heavy object collided with the floor distracting him from his task. "Sam?" he called, no answer came from his brother which caused Dean to drop what he was doing. Sam was lying on the floor by the time Dean got to him. Loud cries erupted within his little brother frightening him; these visions were starting to get out of control.
10 minutes of Sam shaking and scrunching his face, the pain subsided soon after. Sam blinked continuously taking in the figure above him; he was then pulled up into a sitting position. "Hey are you okay?" Sam noticed the concern in Dean's face and tone. "I'm fine." Dean shook his head, "Sam don't start that crap with me, you look horrible." Sam looked at his brother, "Well then you just answered your own question Dean." Dean opened his mouth, Sam was answering back well he had some nerve.
Dean's body was being pushed away by Sam's rigid form, finally some distance was placed upon them and Sam rolled onto his hands and knees and crawled desperately towards the bathroom. Sam couldn't control what was happening next as vomit forced its way out of Sam's mouth.
Three minutes of Sam's gagging passed, resulted in his weak body to collapse. Dean was his side in a flash, his left hand rested on Sam's upper arm and his right hand on his brother's waist. "Sam. Can you hear me?" Dean was trying to get Sam's weak attention – it worked. "Dean? I don't feel so well."
Dean laughed sadly. "I know Sam. How about I get you a glass of water." It was a rhetorical question but Sam managed to nod in agreement. Dean arrived with a glass of water, seeing Sam in the same position he left him in – on the floor. What shocked Dean out of the whole ordeal was the normally tanned colour skin on his brothers face was replaced with a ghostly white.
"How's your head feeling?" Dean eyed his brother as he drank the water with thirst. "It's better."
He pressed his fingers to his temples again and rotated clockwise. "Why don't you sit on the bed, it will be more comfortable and it's cleaner than sleeping on a floor full of vomit." Sam nodded trying to heave himself off the floor, Dean helped support his unstable brother onto the bed.
"3 visions in 10 minutes, that's not normal Sam." Sam was still massaging his head, mumbling a few words, "and I haven't vomited like that before, especially after having a vision." Silence entered between them. "Do you need to hurl again? What about the vision?" Sam shook his head, all he wanted to do right now was sleep but Dean would not get off his case, "I think the nauseous part has subsided and I doubt I'll have another vision tonight –'' Dean was about to open him mouth when Sam quickly butted in, "look Dean I know what you're going to ask but I'm not going to answer right now, I'm tired and my head hurts." Sam added his bitch voice to his final words for the night.
"Can I go back to sleep now?" Dean nodded with approval, "of course." Sam rolled onto his side, the pillow beneath his head swallowed him in, he was asleep soon after.