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"Sam."
"What now Dean?" Dean was really milking this.
"Need the bathroom."
Sighing, Sam raised himself from his bed. Dean's injuries were healing, but he still needed help getting around.
"C'mon then – give me your arm."
"Don't th…."
"Don't worry. It's okay."
But he was too late. Dean was on his back – throwing up into his own throat.
Sam grabbed him, quickly turning him on his side and Dean vomited over the side of the bed. Sam held him until he was done, then cleaned him up, guiltily realising that Dean never milked it.
"You okay Dean?"
"I'm fine Sam."