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Silence followed once again and Sam for once, wished that the ruckus Dean called music was on, because he didn't want his brother to hear his protesting stomach.

'Must be something I ate.' He thought.

The youngest brother stared out the window, trying to figure out what it was that could have caused him to feel so horrible. His stomach was really not happy. It groaned, convulsed, churned and twisted over and over, causing Sam to feel very nauseous. The young hunter felt that he would burst one way or another and he didn't know how long he could push it back, it was getting harder all the time.

"Sammy, there's a gas station coming up soon so…." Dean was cut off by Sam, who replied sharply. "Okay thanks."

Sam felt so bad that he couldn't even be bothered to correct his name, all he could think of was stopping, and preferably soon. Dean could tell that something wasn't right with Sam, he knew that whatever was wrong was a little more than just needing the can, as he could see that Sam was looking pale, his hair clinging to his face from sweat. Whatever personal problem Sam was having was going to remain private for now, so Dean gave his brother his privacy and refrained from asking anymore about the situation.

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Before the engine was shut off, Sam was out of the car and heading toward the rest room around the back of the station. Sam quickly walked toward the door glad to notice that a key was not needed.

"Damn it what did I eat?" He whispered under his breath as he stepped in.

Inside the rest room, Sam had no choice but to ignore how disgustingly dirty it was. The smell alone almost made him pass out. He held onto the handle for some sort of support as he edged toward the closest cubical.

His body was burning, although a cold sweat had formed on his brow, making him feel very light headed and weak. He just barely managed to unbuckle his belt and jeans before his body refused to let him to hold anything in.

Sam sat on the seat, trying to stay conscious as his head now felt too heavy to keep up. The shirt he was wearing stuck to his back as the cold sweat coated his skin.

A few minutes passed before Sam finally regained enough energy to get himself together. He didn't feel any better, in fact he felt worse as he stood above the sink and splashed cold water onto his face. He was pale and felt sick, not that there was anything left inside him.

Taking deep breaths, he let go of the sink he had been using to support himself and opened the rest room door. A cool breeze that he more than welcomed, gushed at him as stepped out into the darkness. Walking slowly, he finally made his way back to the car.

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Meanwhile…

Dean watched Sam dash away. His concern for his younger brother had grown even more now. He knew Sam was sick, he just hoped that what ever it was would pass soon. Being sick while on the road was not the best thing to deal with. Especially since they were low on cash and any additional stops would strain their current funds.

Dean filled the car with gas and headed toward the station to pay. On his way in, he looked around and noticed the small section of meds behind the counter. He grabbed 2 large bottles of water, an energy drink, and chips before approaching the young man at the counter.

"I'll have a pack of aspirin too." Dean replied.

The young man nodded in acknowledgement and turned to retrieve the item, he then rung it up, along with the food and gas. Dean peered to his left out of the window to see if Sam had returned to the car.

'He's definitely sick.' Dean thought to himself as he saw no sign of his younger brother.

"That'll be $20.23," the young man replied as he dropped the packet of pills into the bag. "Cash or Card?"

Dean snapped back from his thoughts and looked up at the man.

"Um…card." He replied as he slid a card out of his wallet.

'Better save the cash we have left, just incase we need it later.' He thought.

Dean took the bag and walked toward the car, where he noted that Sam had still not returned. Looking at his watch he realized he had been in the store for a least ten minutes, and Sam had left for the bathroom well before that.

Dean, now more concerned, considered going to check on Sam when he heard a door slam. He placed the bag in the car and turned to see Sam walking toward him. Sam's face was pale and he looked even worse than he had before. Dean watched his brother as he attempted to appear fine, but failed miserably as he had already seen how slow Sam's steps were. Sam looked away as he got closer, knowing that Dean would notice how sick he really was.

"Sammy, you okay?" Dean asked softly, knowing that he wasn't, but he just wanted to hear it from Sam.

Sam pressed his lips tightly together for a moment and took a deep breath. He hesitated slightly.

"Do you think we could stop here for tonight? I think I've come down with something." Sam replied.

He knew he had answered Dean's question with another and that whatever was wrong with him was getting worse. Dean looked at Sam and bit his lip. He was worried and needed to know more about what was wrong with his brother.

"Come on Sammy, talk to me. What's wrong?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed as he once again turned away from Dean.

"Do you really need details Dean? Because I'd rather not go into details about my symptoms right now!" Sam slightly regretted his harsh tone of voice as his saw the expression on his brother's face.

Now facing Dean, he added in a lower tone. "I think I have the stomach flu or something."

"Okay Sammy, no problem." Dean replied, still slightly surprised at how defensive Sam was. He only hoped that if it was serious enough Sam would tell him. For now, he would leave it at that.

"We'll stop at the nearest motel for tonight, I'm tired anyway, now can we please get out of the cold?" Dean asked as he opened the driver side door, stepped in and slammed it behind him.

Sam moved around to the passenger side and slowly lowered himself into the car, pulling the door shut. Dean turned out onto the dark, wet road as they headed for the closest motel they could find.

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