Warnings and disclaimers see chapter 1

Chapter 37 Sick

Treatment day one cont.

They went back to the apartment and while Sam put the bags in the car Dean got the sandwiches, water and a few things to eat on the road organized. Sam asked twice if he was still all right to go in the space of the five minutes it took for them to get ready. Dean went the toilet, not liking the redness when he peed but he knew it was the drugs. He took his camera to the front seat while Sam locked up the apartment and then they were off.

Dean took a few photos as they left Colorado Springs even getting one of Sam driving with the mountains in the background, though he had to scoot down and take it. Dean's stomach was tight with nausea before they left the city and he felt the sharp pain settle in his stomach knowing it would be with him while he had his treatment. He already felt tired and had a sick feeling throughout his body. 'So it begins' he thought with a sigh. Sam frowned over in concern but Dean smiled to show he was okay. Sam kept the speed under the limit as they weren't due at the hotel until nine am the next morning, so plenty of time for once. Dean slept in the passenger seat most of the time waking with a soft groan every now and again. He would have a sip of water, take a photo or two, and fall back to sleep. Sam asked him each time how he felt, but except for a little nausea, and being tired he was okay. The perks of being a Winchester he guessed,used to pain and being sick from wounds and injury. Sam drove for three hours before stopping for fuel.

After he fueled up Sam went into the shop and bought some chocolate bars and drove them to a park to eat. Dean's roast beef sandwiches were to die for Sam decided as he took another huge bite of his. Sam pushed water and chocolate bars into Dean as well saying he had to eat while he felt like it.
"Your councilor says you have to eat these Dean."
"I think my councilor is pushing his luck and may get knocked out."
Sam smiled. "Just eat Dean."
Sam drove on until dinnertime and found a fairly nice diner to eat at after finally getting Dean to wake up after trying for more than three minutes. Sam was a little concerned as it was a lot longer than his normal response time. Dean was a little wobbly as he found his feet and rubbed the sleep from his eyes in that little boy lost look that he had when he first woke up. And Dean teased him about the doe eyes when he wanted something. Dean could get anything he wanted if he asked for it in this condition. Pity he could barely string two words together.

Sam stayed at his elbow as he walked slowly into the eatery and found them a booth to sit in. They both sat and looked at the menus but Dean stopped looking after a minute and looked around the room. Sam saw Dean's eyes clear slightly as he found what he was after and he stood heading for the back of the room. Sam saw Dean enter the men's room and looked concerned for a moment before realizing they had been on the road for over six hours and would need to use the bathroom. Sam ordered coffee for them but differed the food order until Dean came back. When Dean came back he sat heavily and Sam could see by the dampness in his hair that he had splashed water on his face.
"Dean are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Did you throw up?"
"Yeah. But it was only a little and I feel much better."
Sam grabbed Dean's hand on the table and squeezed making Dean look up at him with a frown.
"You sure?" Sam had noticed Dean looked a little white.
"I'm good Doctor Sam. Let's eat." Dean took his hand back but much gentler than Sam expected.

They ordered and when the food came Sam was surprised the way Dean tucked into his food. He was just about shoveling food in and Sam tapped Dean's knee with his under the table and raised his eyebrows.
"That white flat thing is the plate. Just in case you suck it into your mouth and don't know what it is."
Dean swallowed his food and considered raising a finger but changed tack and gave Sam a huge grin. "That was actually funny Sammy. Just wait a second and I'll laugh."
Dean went back to his food chewing a great mouthful then opening his mouth to show Sam all the chewed up food.
"Ha!" Dean barked and continued to chew.

Sam smiled fondly at Dean. He thought all the years of living with him would have desensitized him against Dean's humor but instead he wanted it as much as he could get. Particularly now that Dean was sick. They finished their meal with Dean even putting away some pie before they got back on the road. Dean stayed awake for an hour picking on Sam's music and joking with him as they pointed out things on the road they were normally in too much of a hurry to see. Dean was telling Sam about a hunt he had done when Sam was at school one second and asleep with his head against the window the next.

Sam put his hand on Dean's chest to make sure he was okay. He had gone down so fast it was a little startling.
"Just finish that later Dean." Sam muttered then noticed he had a hand on Dean's hard pec muscles, very warm through his T shirt.
As Sam pulled his hand back his fingers scraped across Dean's left nipple and he blushed furiously as he snatched the hand back and snapped his head back to the front. After a few seconds he looked back to find Dean hadn't moved from where he was slumped against the window. Sam breathed out relaxing slightly and almost laughing with relief. 'Dean was right I am a prude' he thought to himself. Sam stopped for fuel without waking Dean but at one in the morning Dean woke with a start and asked Sam to pull over. Dean had just got the door open when he vomited loudly onto the ground. He held onto the door through the heaves until he was under control then used a foot to kick gravel over the vomit.

Sam was holding a bottle of water out when he shut the door.
"Okay?"
"Damn that pie was good to."
"You're worried about the pie?"
"Of course. It was nice pie."
Was Dean sulking?
"We can get you more."
"Maybe in the morning."
Sam noticed Dean had a hand against his stomach.
"You gonna hurl again?"
"I hope not."
"Just let me know and I can stop."

They drove on, Dean falling asleep minutes after the car got rolling. Sam stopped at four am and parked in a road stop for a quick nap because his eyes were starting to close of their own accord. He got going after a refreshing three hours sleep and Dean didn't wake until he had them an hour out of the canyon for breakfast. Sam woke Dean after he had filled the car, bought sandwiches, and coffee and stopped at an empty public park. Dean stumbled out of the car hitting his head on the doorframe. He felt like he had been in the car for days not hours. He groaned as he leaned against the car and tried to stretch the stiffness out.

Sam left the breakfast on the hood of the car and came around behind him and rubbed his hands down Dean's back.
"I'm okay." Dean grizzled stepping away from Sam but Sam followed him holding him by the shoulder with one hand and rubbing with the other.
"Dude, could you be more gay?"
Sam kept up the massage. "And I'm the prude." Sam mumbled sighing. "Remember? You agreed to let me help. This is my help."
Dean stopped squirming and relaxed against the car. Damn, it did feel better. After a few minutes Dean nodded to show Sam he felt better and he stumbled around to the hood and sat down on the edge.
"Thanks Sammy."
He smiled to show he meant it. They had their breakfast, then Dean told Sam what road to take to get them to the hotel. Sam was impressed with the hotel as they pulled up. It was a new hotel on the South rim. He hadn't expected such a nice place on short notice.

TBC