Dean didn't really know what to think when Sam walked out the door. Sam normally wasn't like this, heck he would normally be all mother hen on his ass by now. Dean's thoughts were cut short by a wave of nausea that had him flying to the bathroom and praying to the porcelain god.

Sam on the other hand was out at a bar. He didn't want to be anywhere near Dean he was so angry. Time and time again Dean would say he wasn't sick and would get worse, having Sam worrying himself sick, but not this time. "Dean has to deal with his own problem." Sam says softly out loud before taking another swig of his beer.

It became later in the night Sam drinking enough to get himself drunk decides to head back to the motel. In the parking lot outside he fumbles with the keys. Once the door is open he slides heavily into the seat. He just smiles, feeling so impressed with himself as he thinks about the last job they just finished yesterday. Hell he was pretty heroic, he had saved a woman from a flesh eating monster and killed the bastard before Dean even had a chance.

He was starting to think about how he was stronger than Dean, smarter than Dean, heck he knew he was better looking than Dean too. Sam thought about all the times he had saved Deans ass and just smiled at the fact that he could do so much better without him.

But then the smiling stopped as he thought about all the times that Dean had saved his ass. How dean was stronger, maybe not smarter, but defiantly got a good amount of girls. Dean cared about him, hell they were brothers and Sam cared about him too. Maybe not telling him to take medication and arguing with him to stay in bed would be a bad thing…..

Luckily Sam made it back to the motel in one piece and he couldn't wait to just sleep. He opened the door and saw that there was a lump in Dean's bed.

"Heh. Whats the matter D'n don't feel good?" Sam chuckled out loud to the lump.

There was no response.

"Hey you alive under there?" Sam moved to Dean's bed soon to discover that there was nothing there but the pillows.

"Dean? Hey where are you? This isn't funny Dean!" Sam was getting worried. Sure him being drunk played in him being over emotional but he was getting seriously scared to where Dean could have gone off to.

"I am over here you drunken idiot."

As he turned toward the bathroom he saw Dean standing in the doorway.

" Dean!" Sam Hugged Dean tightly with a big smile on his face.

"Ok-ok come on go lay down and sleep. You are so wasted." Dean said in a raspy voice.

He walked his drunken little brother over to his own bed and laid him down. Covering him with the blankets from the bed. Dean laughs a little to himself, It is so funny how your were just telling me to take care of myself, now you have me taking care of you again.

He waited till he could hear his brother's deep sleeping breaths before making his way to his own bed. Dean could tell that he was starting to get sicker. He had been puking and dry heaving on and off for a while. It had only stopped just a few minutes before Sam busted in.

Suddenly a wave of lightheadedness hit him. Dean grabs the edge of the nightstand with one hand and his head with the other.

What is happening I thought this was just a quick case of food poisoning or something like that? Maybe I am just lightheaded from all the stuff I loss…..I am getting kind of worried.

Dean shakes it off but isn't feeling to hot or he is feeling worse than he was since they got to the motel. He lays himself down in his own bed, curling into a ball because he feels cold. Soon before he knows it he is in a dreamless sleep.

TBC