Sam grabbed the trashcan the minute Dean sat down on the bed, and stuck it under his brother's broken, sickly face.
"It was just a deer Dean, they get hit all the time," Sam tried to console as Dean heaved into the trashcan.
He wasn't sure why Dean was so upset.
Blood and guts were a weekly occurrence for the boys these days.
Sam was sure Dean had seen road kill, probably even hit it.
"Not the deer Sammy…" Dean mumbled as he puked again.
"Then what?"
"Luu…lunch at the diner… the ve…venison special…"
Sam laughed out loud, "Oh Dean."
