After the third time Sam asked Dean to pull over so he could throw up, Dean thought maybe this road trip wasn't such a good idea after all.
At least he knew why Sam had been acting so off all day.
Part of him was relieved that it wasn't him, but it might have been easier if it was.
Now he was torn between letting Sam be, and jumping on him like the overprotective brother he had always been.
Dean walked around to the other side of the car and handed Sam a water bottle and towel.
"You Ok Sammy?"
