Sam pulled back the curtains in the dingy motel, letting the bright morning light seep into the room. 'It's almost nine, Dean is usually awake by now' Sam thought to himself.

He moved over to the bed and gently shook the lump that was huddled under the covers of the quilt, it stirred for a moment and then became still again.

"Dean get up, its nine o'clock and we have an appointment with the secretary at ten fifteen" Sam said impatiently. This remark was met with a groan from his big brother.

Slowly though Dean started to rise.

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Dean little by little turned over and sat up in bed. He wouldn't admit this to Sam but he felt terrible, like there was a weight in the bottom of his stomach.

He had lie in bed awake for almost an hour hoping it would pass but it was still there, 'hope I am not getting sick' he contemplated, ' I can't afford to get sick on the job'.

Dean got up and had a shower, and then he and Sam set out to meet with a Secretary who they were interviewing about their latest job.

She was a small slightly chubby woman who had witnessed one of the attacks that was linked with the brother's case.

With the evidence she provided the boys came to the conclusion that they were dealing with a werewolf.

Getting into the car after the meeting Dean realized that his unsettled stomach was feeling much better. He then became conscious of how hungry he was.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah Dean?"

"Lunch time!"

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Leaving the diner, with full stomach's the brothers hopped in the car and returned to the motel and prepared for the hunt that was to come that night.

It was a simple job, joggers on a local stretch of road were being mauled by a werewolf and they had to find and kill it.

As planned Sam walked down the street while Dean waited for the werewolf to pounce, When is came out of the shadows Dean then blasted the creatures head off causing Sam to get splattered with blood.

Dean was beside himself with laughter at the sight of his brother, and was leaning on a wall to support himself.

"It's not funny Dean, you could have waited till I was out of the way" Sam whined.

"Oh, what's wrong princess, afraid to get a little messy" Dean said after his laughter had subsided. "Well don't think you are getting in my car".

Sam groaned, he knew Dean was serious. "Come on Dean please? I will sit on my jacket and the duffle bag to I am not actually sitting on the seat" Sam gave Dean the puppy dog eyes he caved in and sighed.

"Alright Sammy."

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It was well past ten in the morning before the Sam got up.

He went and brought lunch for Dean and himself and when he came back Dean was just sitting up in bed.

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Dean had woken up with the same feeling of having a weight in his stomach.

He heard Sam come back inside just as he sat up in bed trying to shake the slight nausea that enveloped him.

"I bought you your favorite, a steak and bacon burger with the lot, and fries. Seriously how do you eat it when its dripping with fat?" Sam asked looking at the package in his hand.

Sam turned to look at his brother expecting to see a classic 'I'm-normal-you're-a-health-freak' look on his face, but instead he found himself facing a very pale and wish washy looking Dean.

"God Dean, are you alright, what's wrong?" Sam came over to Dean.