Apparently pie wasn't such a good idea. As soon as the first bite hit my stomach I shot for the bathroom and expelled what little bit of food my stomach had in it. By the time my hands gripped the porcelain bowl, my brothers were already squeezing themselves into the tiny bathroom, trying to sooth me. After a few minutes of dry heaving and stomach cramps I rested my head on my forearm. All the energy, as little as there was, was sucked out of me leaving me totally drained.

"Alright," Dean sighed. "Let's get you cleaned up." at some point I had managed to get some throw up on myself. Dean moved me to sit on the edge of the bathtub before turning on the water. "Sam, do you mind?" Dean nodded towards the door and Sam left, closing it behind him. It was weird. Usually, Sam was the one that played mother hen and did all the taking care of. But for some reason, with this, Dean didn't want Sam near me when I'm weak. Probably because he knew Sammy can't stand seeing me sick.

"Let's go, baby girl. Arms up." he instructed, tugging my shirt up over my head before tossing it to the floor. Honestly, it didn't bother me. He had seen me naked before. When you spend your whole life in motel rooms with one bathroom privacy kinda gies out the window. However, Sammy had never seen me naked. Don't know how we managed to get this far without running into a mishap.

When the bathtub was filled Dean helped me into it before leaving, closing the door behind him.

Dean's P.O.V.

"Hey, how's she doing?" Sam asked as I shut the bathroom door behind me. Before answering him I took the bottle of jack off the table and took a shot from it.

"Still breathing." I honestly didn't know how to answer his question because I didn't know what was wrong with her.

"Dean, what is it?" I sighed and scrubbed my hand over my face and sighed.

"She's skinny, man." I dropped my head and gripped the bottle tighter.

"Dean, it's Ronnie. She's always been skinny." I dropped my hand from my face and slapped if on the table.

"No, Sam. I'm talkin' bones sticking out like some little anorexic chick on TV, skinny." I was frustrated, stressed and saddened by this whole situation. "I think she was feeing sick way before we caught on. The way she's lookin'? At least a month. Maybe more." Sam let out a heavy sigh and slumped in his seat.

"Alright, what do you want to do? I mean, what can we do Dean? It's not exactly like we can give her some cold medicine and she's all better. We just gotta wait it out. See what the outcome is." I watched him for a moment. I couldn't tell of he was on denial or if he really meant what he said about the situation fixing itself with time. I stood up from the table and went over to Ronnie's bag, pulling out some clean sweat pants, underwear, and a tee shirt. I knocked on the bathroom door and heard a weak, faint, 'yeah?' From the other side before I pushed the door open and slipped through.

"Hey, angel cakes. How you feeling?" she had her knees drawn up to her chest and her head was resting on them. It was pretty much the same position I had left her in but now her hair was washed. There was still the mark on her spine from the biopsy earlier and I couldn't help but find myself glancing at that mark, does it still hurt? I kept thinking. But I don't want to ask her about it.

"Hey, got the puke out of my hair." her eyes were closed but she smiled. I sat her cloths on the toilet seat and sat on the floor next to the tub. She peaked an eye open and reached out with her hand closest to me. "I need to tell you something, it's important." I grabbed here hand with both mine and squeezed, shaking my head.

"No, babe. We aren't doing this, we don't even know what's wrong with you. Stop thinking like that." Ronnie sat up a little but was still totally covered.

"You have to promise me something." I nodded at her, waiting. "You have to promise me that... that you make Sammy get a hair cut." I leaned back against the was and smiled. "Seriously, another couple of months and his hair will be as long as mine." I looked at her hair. Wet it was all the way down to her back dimples, but dry it curled up several inches.

"That's a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think?" she took her hand out of mine and pulled it into herself. "Waters getting cold, where's my towel?" I stood and went to grab her towel but it wasn't on the hook so I grabbed mine instead. I held the towel for her while she stood and wrapped it around her.

"You good?" she nodded and I made to leave the room.

Ronnie's P.O.V.

As soon as the door was shut with my brother on the other side I sat on the edge of the tub. I was too tired to stand and not just from the vomiting but also from the biopsy earlier. My muscles were sore, my stomach hurt, and I was weak and tired. I pulled the towel from around me and started to dry myself and then tried to slip into my pjs as quickly as possible. After drying my curls some more I dropped the towel to the floor and made my way to the other room. When I entered Sam watched me, looking me up and down several times. Studying me.

When I laid down Dean place a water bottle next to me a few seconds later and then I felt the bed dip as he laid down next to me, pulling me towards him. I welcomed the warmth and his smell before quickly falling asleep.

Sam's P.O.V.

"You're right." I whisper/mumbled, so I wouldn't wake our sleeping sister. Dean looked at my with questioning eyebrows. "She has gotten a lot skinnier." she shifted in her sleep and her shirt tugged up around her gutting out hip bone. The pale skin stretched tightly over her hip bone caught my eye and I didn't look away till Dean reached down and pulled the shirt to cover her again and then pulling the beds blanket up over her shoulders. "Sorry." I mumbled.

As I watched her sleep I couldn't help but wonder that if our life were different would she be laying in her own bed sick, or would she be out on a date with some dude that didn't deserve her, perfectly healthy? I grabbed the discarded bottle of alcohol and took a long swig from it before looking back at my siblings who were both sleeping.

I threw on my jacket and grabbed my keys before scribbling a not saying I went out to get air before leaving to motel room to get some air.