Lightning Stabs
Dean allowed Sam to lower him gently down onto the bed. He was grimacing in agony as another sharp pain hit his stomach like lightning. He felt like he was on fire. He felt like whimpering and he would if Sam wasn't there.
Dean flicked his eyes open to see a concerned Sam staring down at him.
"S'okay Sammy."
"I'm sure there'll go away soon, Dean."
Dean nodded and closed his eyes as the nausea came. He felt Sam sit beside him and pull up his shirt. Minutes later, with Sam's fingers still rubbing his tummy, he felt just fine.