*3 Months Later*

Dean lifted his head out of the toilet for the third time and rested his forehead on his forearm. His stomach was either always hungry or throwing up everything Dean put inside it. It was starting to cross Dean's mind that the demon had screwed him over and he was now getting the bad end of the deal. He was still waiting on a pregnant woman to come a' knockin' at his door, but for now he was just trying to get his cramping stomach under control.

Sam-"Dean I'm back and I brought you some soup."

Sam said as he entered back inside the motel room with two take out bags in his hands. He sat down his grease stained bag before heading towards the bathroom with Dean's.

Sam-"It looked pretty good actually so I figured it would do you some good to eat something easy on your stomach for once. It has chicken and potatoes…"

Dean let out a low groan as his stomach began to lurch from the thought of the food. He spit into the toilet as he rubbed the cold sweat onto his arm from his forehead.

Dean-"I hate you..."

He said as he turned his head and looked at his younger brother who was giving him a deep frown.

Dean-"Didn't dad ever tell you your face could stay that way?"

Dean said with a smartass smirk while Sam still remained frowning.

Sam-"Dean you've been sick for three months now. Don't you think it's time I take you to..."

Dean-"No Sam for the last time. No doctors. No..No..No."

He protested as he flushed the toilet and stood up, using the lid to help him gain his balance on his shaky legs. Dean heard Sam's exasperated sigh and looked over to him.

Dean-"I'm fine Sammy alright. I'm sure it'll pass in a couple of days."

Sam looked down at the ground so Dean couldn't see the disappointment in his eyes. He was worried about his brother and Dean kept blowing Sam's fears off as if they were nothing.

Sam-"Yeah whatever.."

Sam said and turned away from the bathroom, heading back over to the old wooden chair, and sitting down in it as he sat Dean's food down and began to unwrap his own. He didn't look up when Dean came over and sat down next to him, eyeing the cheeseburger that Sam was pulling out of his bag.

Dean-"You got yourself a cheeseburger and you got me soup? You son of a bitch…"

Dean said as he gave Sam a slightly angry smirk even though he was just playing around. Sam looked up at his brother, sat the cheeseburger roughly back down on the wrapper, and pushed it in front of Dean. He grabbed the bag contaning the soup and pulled the styrofome container out carefully. Sam pulled off the plastic lid and gave a glare to Dean.

Sam-"Happy?"

Sam asked in an annoyed tone and Dean looked at the burger while giving a tilt of his head.

Dean-"Didn't you get…"

Dean started but Sam quickly headed off the complaint by pulling out the large fries that he was trying to save for himself, but was now losing to Dean. He dropped them down in front of Dean, sending some skittering across the wood, which Dean quickly caught and ate with a smile.

Dean-"Now I'm happy."

Dean said as he wrapped his hands around the burger and bit into the meat like it was the first food he had in days. Sam dipped the plastic spoon in the honey colored broth before taking a weary bite and finding out it wasn't half bad. He made an "hmm" face and headed in for another bite when Dean crumpled the cheeseburger wrapper with his left hand and made a satisfied sigh. Sam looked up at him in amazement and looked around to see if Dean had done something other then eat it.

Sam-"What'd you'd with it?"

Sam asked him with eyes wide as he lifted the grease stained bag, checking under it before looking back up to his brother.

Dean-"Put it in my pocket…I ate it dude. What else did you think I would do with it? Save it for later until it grows mold?"

Sam-"That fast?"

Dean-"That fast. I'm starving Sammy…"

Dean said as he picked up the plastic french fry holder and took it over to the bed with him as he stuffed four into his mouth at a time. He swung his left leg up and fell onto the bed comfortably as he continued to stuff his mouth with fries. Sam shook his head and went back to his soup, hungry for something more, but settling to make his brother happy.

Dean-"I think I'm going to order a couple pizzas. Sammy you want some?"

Dean asked as he fished his cell out of his back pants pocket which he noticed was becoming harder to do as the months passed. His jeans had tightened in the waist band and some of his older shirts didn't fit anymore, but Dean kept ignoring it, thinking it was only his imagination or he was shrinking them at the Landry Matt.

Sam-"You just had a cheeseburger and fries and now you want pizza too?"

Sam asked as he turned and looked at Dean over his shoulder. Dean looked at him as he managed to pull his phone out of his back pocket with a grimace.

Dean-"I'm still hungry, so if you don't want anything then just shut up."

He snapped slightly as his hazel eyes went down to the buttons on the Chocolate. Sam sighed and turned back to his soup as he played with it more then ate it. He moved a chunk of chicken around with his spoon as his mind wondered. Three months ago Dean was perfectly fine. He was a sarcastic smart ass who could be a pain in the balls at times, but he was fine none the less. Now Dean was becoming bitchy, eating Sam out of motel and state (considering they don't have a house and home), and slowly starting to gain weight. Not to mention the daily routine Sam had started with waking up to Dean vomiting in the bathroom. He was worried and concerned but Sam knew there was no talking to Dean about it unless he wanted a bullet in the head

Dean-"Yo Sam!"

Sam jumped when he heard Dean's voice and quickly turned his head to his brother, moving the shaggy hair out of his eyes so he could see him.

Dean-"You know next time you go into Sam Land you need to warn me or something so I'm not sitting here talking to you when you're not even paying attention to me."

Sam gave Dean his traditional glare as he moved around the chuck of soup in the plastic cup. He wasn't so hungry anymore the more he thought about what could be wrong with his brother. Sam was just hoping, no praying, it wasn't some life threatening illness. That was the last thing Dean needed to deal with after everything else. Fist it was their father dying, then it was the fact of the yellow-eyed demon's plans for Sam, and lastly it had been the big screw up with the crossroad demon where Sam was still foggy on the details.

Dean-"So there's a hunt in Massachusetts…Four hearts of four unrelated people have been found explode from their chests as if someone had set fire works off inside..."

Dean said with an almost happy tone as he scanned the web page with his eyes, and rubbing his stomach with his finger tips absentmindedly as if to sooth something.

Sam-"Did you say exploding hearts?"

Sam asked as he turned his head to Dean and looked to what he was doing with his hand. His brows lowered as he watched Dean's hand move in circles around his belly button with his eyes still on the computer screen.

Sam-"Dean what are you doing?"

Sam questioned and Dean stopped rubbing and looked to Sam.

Dean-"What? Nothing…so this hunt. What do you think?"

Dean asked quickly to get the topic off of him and back onto what Dean wanted to talk about. He didn't want Sam to start wonder when Dean was already wondering himself even though he was forming an impossible answer to the questions running through his head.

Sam-"Well exploding hearts seems kinda out there, but we've looked into less."

Sam said as he got up from the table and put the lid on the soup. He picked it up to throw it away when Dean made an annoyed sound which turned his eyes to him.

Sam-"What?"

Sam asked him and Dean gave a slow smirk.

Dean-"You gonna eat that?"