Sick Sammy is sometimes whiny.
Sam was getting sick. Not just the hung-over kind of sick, but actual flu or cold or exhaustion or all three battened on top of the hangover. Sam was getting sick and Dean knew it because -
"Deeeeeeean…"
- because Sam was getting whiny.
"….my throat hurts."
"Well, yeah. You puke up four quarts of stomach acid and your throat's not gonna thank you for it."
That remark was answered by a long, annoyed, huffy moan. The after-effects of Sam's afternoon with 'Jim, Jack, & Jose' had eased up and finally stopped, but he was already over-prone to headaches and Dean could imagine that the dehydration caused by his drinking down and then chucking up had to be causing a headache that was off the charts.
"Deeeeeeean…"
So Dean was pulling out the supplies that would get Sam through the rest of the night: water, aspirin, and Gatorade. And Sam -
"I can't get this – would you - help – ugh! – this – this - it won't –"
- Sam was in the bathroom trying to find a way out of his clothes so he could take a shower and go back to bed.
" - oh – wait – I think I've got it - "
Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he couldn't help grinning. Nine and a half out of ten times when Sam got sick, he got quiet. The sicker he got, the quieter he got. But those one-half times, when the sickness was only physical and not emotional, when Sam could whine and moan to his heart's content because he was only sick and not broken and not worried about endangering all of humanity because he wasn't up to snuff, those one-half times –
"Deeeeeeean…will you help me?"
- well, as far as Dean was concerned, those one-half times put the Capital B in Big Brother.
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