Disclaimer: Don't own these guys.

Prompt Word: Nausea/ nauseous

Word count: 100

A/N: Written for Enkidu07's birthday. Happy Birthday!! I hope you enjoy this :)

Steeling Up

Gravel crunched under their feet.

"Dude, stop!"

Dean forced the lump down his throat.

"What, Sammy?"

"You know I can tell."

He winced when the dark spots threatened to blot his vision.

"I'm fine."

"The hell you are!"

The sudden pain below his right ribs made him hiss. A warm hand clasped around his shoulder. He turned.

"Let me see, please," Sam implored.

The gashes on his torso were raw and bloody. Sam frowned.

He swayed when the wave of nausea hit him. Sam held onto his arm to support him.

"Let's get you back to your baby."

Dean smiled.