A/N: I do not claim to own Supernatural or any of the characters mentioned. They are solely the property of the master Eric Kripke (…But I may break in and play with them every so often…)
This is set around season 3, just because I like the whole Winchester/Bobby dynamic more in that season.
He wished like hell this would end already, that he could blame it on the pain, or, even better, blame it on some sweet little honey that had helped him smash through a bottle of bourbon last night.
But unfortunately he couldn't.
He didn't have anything to drink last night, nor did he spend the night with some little wanna-be 'cheerleader barbie'.
Whilst he was in some amount of discomfort, it took more pain then this to bring him to his knees.
No this was something else! Something random, he couldn't control, and could only fight for so long.
He felt so embarrassed, and weak as he leaned against the boot of the car emptying the contents of his stomach.
"Dean, this is the third time this trip! Come on man, just relax!" Sam was trying to keep him calm and rub circles in his back to help him regain his composure (and subtly trying to hold him up)
"Here, I found another bottle of water. How's he doin?" Bobby handed Sam the bottle while eyeing Dean. His colour, while still pale, was looking a little better.
"There's a reason I always drive!" came Deans snarky reply. At least it meant he was getting over this bout and they would soon be on their way again.
"And there is a reason you're not driving now too. Now try and drink some of this" Sam handed him the bottle as Dean hobbled his way back round the side of the car.
"What do you think your doin'?"
"What does it look like Bobby? I'm driving!"
"Like hell Dean. How do you plan on doin' that when you can't even get in the drivers seat? Ya idjit" Bobby was standing in the door trying to stay serious and not laugh as Dean tried (unsuccessfully) to contort himself behind the wheel.
"I could if you took this damn cast off my leg!" Giving up on the seat Dean was now valiantly trying to rip the cast off with his bare hands.
"Dean stop! You can't take it off man. Your bone was poking through the skin last week, it needs to stay on!" Sam (who had come up to stand beside Bobby) handed his brother two little white pills.
"Here, take these. They'll help with the nausea"
"I don't need anything Sam, I'll be fine."
"That's what you said the last time. We still got 5hrs of driving to do and we cant be pulling over for you every ½ hr. So just take the damn pills and get in the back seat" Sam hated being mean to Dean when he obviously felt this awful, but he learnt a long time ago that it was better to distract Dean than to let him continue to dwell on it and make himself feel worse.
…..
20 minutes later they were 40 miles down the road with Bobby driving and Dean softly snoring away in the backseat.
"What did you give him?" Bobby couldn't resist the urge to ask Sam what the two little pills were that seemed to finally put the older Winchester out of his misery.
"Phenergan – it controls the nausea and has a strong sedative affect. He should sleep for a few hours… What? you thought you were the only one with tricks up your sleeve?" Sam replied to Bobby's incredulous look.
"He wasn't lying when he said there was a reason he always drives" Sam continued.
"Yeah, I forgot Dean gets car sick" Bobby chuckled.
The End.
A/N: I'll be honest – I'm not entirely happy with this, but the more I played the worse it got. This is only the second thing I have ever written. So please, let me know what you think!
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