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They stayed like that for a few hours with Dean falling asleep on the table only to wake up with a groan and run to the bathroom to empty whatever his body wanted to dispel. Each time he returned to the table Sam would give him more pills and force him to drink another bottle of water. At first Dean was determined not to add to the liquid pushing its way out his body in a painful and not appreciated manner but he was too exhausted to argue and had started to comply which only made Sam worry more.
It was dark outside, night had fallen and Sam was beginning to get irritated. All he could so was sit there helplessly watching his miserable brother take his many abrupt trips to the bathroom. Literally there was nothing he could do other than sit with him and making sure he kept hydrated. He had already asked where the nearest motel was hoping to get Dean into bed so he could receive his well deserved rest but the next motel was still a good two hours away. Well, it could be worse. But it would probably take double the amount of time with Dean's body insisting that they stopped every hour.
During one of the early hours of the morning one particular trip to the bathroom left Dean looking like he was on the brink of tears. That or all the vomiting had left his eyes blood shot and watering. How could his brother who is normally so strong and tough not letting even a dislocated shoulder or broken bones get in his way but a case of bad food make him look so fragile and weak.
"You must be exhausted by now"
Dean lay his head back on the table. To be honest he didn't really have the energy to keep his body up straight. It felt like a tone of bricks were sitting on his shoulders in place of his head. "I think I'm finally done" Dean mumbled hoarsely into the table but Sam heard.
"You sure? It's about time. I thought you were gonna keep going until you weren't left with any organs"
"Hah. You and me both"
"Alright. Let's go. The next motel is a two hour drive away. Think you can make it?"
Dean slightly nodded trying not to move his head too much but he still winced at the pain. "Hope so".
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Back in the car Sam placed a new bucket into his brothers lap.
"Thanks but I really hope I don't need this. Actually just looking at it is making me nauseas"
"Dean I am not taking that risk. I am also not going to be the one to scrub your stomach lining out of the car"
"Ok. Good point" Wait? What? Dean is agreeing with me? That can't be good. He forced more water down Dean's throat and left him alone to fall asleep.
The water sat heavily in Dean's extremely sore stomach. Everything hurt. Every joint, muscle hell his veins even hurt. It felt as though someone was drilling screws into his tender temples, not to mention his swollen stomach and intestines, he was sure they had doubled in size since the illness came on. All he wanted to do was sleep. His eyes were getting heavy and slowly closing. However, as he drifted into unconsciousness his body reminded him that there was fluid wanting to leak from his body in a violent manner that would leave him breathless and in agony.
Sam was considering taking him to hospital. But then again the hospital was far away and he would rather Dean be in a bed resting than taking a longer journey.
"How you doing?" Sam asked quietly when it was clear Dean was not sleeping.
Dean didn't know how to answer. On one hand he didn't really want to worry Sam or cause him to fuss over him but he also felt like this had been going on for weeks when in reality it was just one day. He decided to cut the bullshit and just say the truth.
Dean sighed, "Not good. My insides are on fire. Everything hurts, I'm tired and every time I try to sleep I am over whelmed with the feeling of nausea. Good enough answer?" The normal tone of sarcasm has disappeared and replaced with complete exhaustion.
Sam gives his brother an empathetic smile and nod.
Dean miraculously slept for the remainder of the journey. Well almost. He had to reposition himself every half an hour when the cramps became unbearable. Lying on his side seemed to be the most comfortable as it took the pressure of his raw abdomen and backside.
Sam finally saw a beautiful, glistening motel sign glowing, brightening up its surroundings, the light reaching the Impala. It was like a blissful miracle. Like finding gold at the end of the rainbow. Sam had never been so happy to see a motel in his life. He didn't care what state it was in he just wanted to get Dean inside and get him more comfortable.
