Monday night

Something has startled Sam awake. He isn't sure what. His eyes search around the room to see if there is any immediate danger but nothing looks out of the ordinary. However, his eyes glaze upon the stream of light coming from under the bathroom door. Oh and Dean's bed is empty.

Dean is beyond annoyed. He is furious. He has just spent the past two days nursing Sam back to health when a bug decided to attack his brother's bowls. It wasn't so bad thankfully but Dean had refused to use the same bathroom and had gone to relieve himself elsewhere. But now he is sitting on the floor of that very bathroom with a mother of stomachaches. Oh how he hates Sam. Next time Sam is sick he is not going anywhere near him!

"Dean….Dean?" Sam carefully knocks on the door.

"G'way!"

"Ok I'm coming in" Sam slowly creaks the door open and finds a very pale Dean crouched on the tiles. Sam instantly feels guilty as he realizes Dean must of caught what he had.

"You ok?"

"I hate you!" Dean glares at his brother and moves his arms to protect his stomach.

"Shit Dean I'm sorry. Well at least we have all the necessary medicine"

Dean shuts his eyes. He is trying to block out his brother's annoying presence. Sam's voice is making his stomach churn and he is beginning to feel queasy. Again. Dean moves to prop his back up against the cold wall and instantly cooling his panicked body down. He leans his head back and closes his eyes in frustration.

"Next time you decide to pick up some unwanted bacteria feel free not to share it with me!"

Sam feels his guilt increase when he sees the sweat that has gathered on Deans t shirt around his neckline and pits. It looks as though he has run a marathon or done some vigorous exercise. Maybe he is running a fever. Sam silently reaches over to where Dean is sitting with the intention to check his temperature. However Dean's eyes fly open and he manages to dodge out the way.

"Get. Away. From. Me!" If the cramped bathroom isn't bad enough he does not need Sam hovering over him.

"Get out my personal space!" Sam can detect the panic in Dean's voice but he can't understand why. What am I missing?

"Hey have you managed to erm….have you managed to go yet?" Sam awkwardly points to the toilet. He recalls when he wasn't feeling well that his stomach had felt weird for a bit before the runs began. That is the worst part. The waiting.

"What? No!...I feel sick" Dean moans as if his condition was obvious.

"Dean, I don't think you have what I had. I didn't feel sick just…just from the other end. Oh and judging by your wet t-shirt you probably have a high fever. I barely had one". Sam is trying to convince his brother that he is not the one to blame for his brother's discomfort. And maybe trying to convince himself as well.

"Mmm whatever"

Dean begins shaking his legs as searing spasms take over his stomach. Moving his legs seems to be lightening the cramps grip and also taking his mind of the rising nausea.

"AGH! I really do hate you!" Dean is trying to rub his abdomen but it isn't helping, it is actually enhancing the queasiness.

"I hate the feeling before you vomit. It sucks"

"I know. Want some water?" Dean shakes his head not wanting to think of any form of liquid.

"Uh! Just leave me alone!" Sam isn't sure if Dean meant that for him or his stomach. Dean isn't quite sure either.

As soon as the cramps have slightly eased off Dean jumps to his feet and starts pacing in the cramped bathroom. Due to its small size it only takes a few steps until he is forced to turn around in the other direction. This is making him feel especially claustrophobic causing Dean to walk faster with more anger. He is getting extremely aggravated. Why did he have to go through this discomfort couldn't he just puke already!

Sam is watching his brother's face turn red with anger. "Dude you need to calm down. Just wait for your body to expel whatever is inside you"

"Ha easy for you to say you're not the one who feels like he is about to explode!"

"You are right I don't but…."

"Will you just quit talking already" Dean is giving his brother the death stare. Seriously if looks could kill Sam would be lying on the floor still. Suddenly Dean's expression changes. It looks as though a light bulb had gone off in his head, like he has an amazing idea. This is followed by a slight smirk that spreads across his sweaty face. Great! Whatever his brother is thinking, it's Dean so it can't be good.