Because who can resist writing about a sick Dean...


'Man, you look like your head's about to explode,' Sam chuckled, leaning forward on the railing to get a better look at his brothers swollen face.

'That's because it is!' Dean gasped, his eyes wide, his cheeks inflated like a chipmunks. The boat swayed slightly and Deans face turned a sickening shade of green, his grip on the handles. He had lost feeling in his fingers for the second time today more than an hour ago.

The brothers had been finishing up on a case when Sam had spotted omens surrounding the isle of Ireland. Sam had jumped at the chance, foreign cultures meant new creatures and he had always been interested in Irish lore. Dean had been reluctant. Sure he was looking forward to foreign food but to get to the island he had to take a plane ride that was far too long for his liking. Sam had come up with a compromise. Take a boat to mainland Europe and drive from there to the north of France, from there another boat to reach the Emerald Isle. Dean agreed heartily.

He wished he hadn't. Turns out Dean Winchester was majorly seasick. Just his luck. It didn't help at all tho that his brother seemed to derive a sick pleasure from his misfortune. Sam had spent most of the first boat ride in silent hysterics, laughing inconspicuously behind his hand. Once they boarded the second vessel tho, he hadn't once stopped laughing. He kept teasing Dean relentlessly about the colour his face had turned. A putird shade, somewhere between red, green and purple, according to Sam. Dean supposed all the teasing was payback for all the taunting and teasing that Dean had inflicted on his brother in the past. Didn't make it and less funny tho.

'Dude, seriously, you need to breathe.' Sam gaped out between bouts of uncontrollable laughter.

Dean awkwardly stuck his tongue out at his younger sibling. This just seemed to send Sam into a further fit of hysterical laughter. His brother was doubled over and gasping for breath as the laughter continued. He seemed to sober up after a while.

'Yeah Dean, real mature.'

It was at that moment in time that Dean finally made his decision, though it pained him to do so.

'We are so flying home.'