Disclaimer: Don't own supernatural.
Warning: Contains M/M slash and male pregnancy.
Chapter Two
The case had been mostly uneventful except when Dean decided to put his two sense in about Sam's mistakes but that righted itself out after they took out that fake Paris Hilton. He had to admit though that he would have been better had he didn't literally think he was dying the next morning.
Dean snorted with laughter thinking that it was a bacon cheeseburger of all things that had caused Sam to make a sprint towards the bathroom although Sam may have told him something along the lines of dying real slowly from the inside out. It didn't stop Dean from listing off all the greasy foods he could off the top of his head.
"Did anyone tell you that you're certainly annoying this morning?"
"Nobody seemed to pass the memo that you could still get a kick ass flu."
"And yet I keep telling you I don't. Just some weird upset stomach. I don't even have a fever."
Dean snorted again.
"You have an upset stomach because you eat all that rabbit food. And don't deny it. If you ate food like me once in a while, you wouldn't have this problem."
Sam groaned and found himself upchucking at just the image alone. Dean couldn't help but smile and take another bite of his burger although if it kept up, he was going to make Sam lay down for the rest of the day. He was stopped from stating his opinion on what he thought Sam may have when Castiel appeared right in the hotel room.
"Thank God, you couldn't have had come at a better moment." Cas beamed until he saw Sam sitting with his head on the rim of the toilet and frowned.
"Is he hurt?"
"No he just has some kind of bug."
"I don't understand, if he has some kind of bug that would mean-"
"No just an upset stomach Cas and a case of an annoying older brother who thinks it's hilarious to show me greasy food when I can't even stomach any."
"Is he feverish Dean?"
Dean found himself snorting for the third time but he shook his head. Sam wasn't sick, it was weird. It hit him out of nowhere and Sam was slowly gaining color back in his face though so it could be almost over. Glancing at the clock, he hated the fact that it had to last until eleven thirty when they could already be out of the stuffy motel room by now.
Cas seemed to find that poking around would help and even though he took his finger away, he didn't seem to find anything wrong except of course, that he was vomiting up last night's dinner. Thinking about that really didn't prove to help anything so Dean concentrated on finishing his sandwich until Sam was a hundred percent sure he wasn't going to puke so that the car could be spared the mess. He didn't need his baby reeking of vomit.
"So what do we have Cas?"
Rolling his eyes, he pointed behind him and said rather irritably, "Rapunzel is almost done dramatizing his stomach ache and then we could hit the road. He doesn't have a fever, he's not coughing, and he isn't affected by any allergies. I think he'll be fine as long as he doesn't puke in my baby."
Cas tipped his head sideways and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Just tell us about the case alr-UGH! Hold on for a minute Cas." Dean answered his cell phone and it seemed almost instantaneously that Cas was looking elsewhere and Sam found himself very curious as to who Dean was talking too.
"It's Lisa. They hooked up and she knows about everything but it's okay. I don't think she holds a grudge to anything."
"Lisa as in the Lisa he's previously dated?" Sam asked in awe.
Cas nodded.
Sam shook his head.
He was as miserable as hell and yet Dean was ignoring his attraction to Cas for the sake of the brunette he wanted to hold close to for some reason.
"Sorry Castiel."
Cas seemed confused by what Sam meant by that but Sam just leant over the toilet feeling nauseous again. He was able to keep himself from throwing up though and considered himself over the weird bout when Dean disconnected with his girlfriend.
"What is it?" Dean asked seeing Sam's look.
Sam looked at him in wonderment.
"I think I'm hungry now."
This was certainly weird since he just got over a thirty minute interval of doing nothing but throwing up but Dean just shook that away and started packing things. He stopped and paused just glaring at Sam who tested his limbs to make sure he wasn't going to face plant as soon as he managed to stand up.
"Seriously grandpa we can go as soon as you get your slow ass to the car," Dean turned around and went back to packing the bag and Sam would have done the same but Cas had already had that all set.
"Uh, thanks Castiel," Sam managed blinking.
"It's no problem Sam; you shouldn't be doing much if you are getting sick."
"He's not getting sick; he's being a wimp and throwing up the incredible good taco he had last night," Dean said with a appraised smirk that belayed what he had said until of course, Sam clapped a hand to his mouth and went to throw up again.
And if Sam missed by a couple inches, who was Dean to judge? It wasn't his baby at least and Sam knew he was dead if he did it in there.
So when they left another thirty minutes later, Dean didn't even complain when Sam picked out a salad and a simple bottle of water because really, if he had to choose, he would rather Sam stopped puking.
He'd still have time to make fun of him for it later anyways.
What are you wearing?
If Sam knew that Loki had punched his number into Sam's phone, Sam probably would have wondered what his intentions were. Looking at the message though, he rolled his eyes and watched as Dean left the shower freshly shaven and already dressed to go get lunch. Sam was willing to stay behind and find out what it was they were going after this time around. Too bad Cas was still taking the being turned into an action figure to heart. The antichrist got away though and hopefully he really would do the opposite of what Sam did when stuck in similar decisions. God knew he tried to do good and didn't know he had been falling into a trap and Dean told him it wasn't entirely his fault either. Sam just hadn't believed it yet. The day would come though when he could rectify those mistakes.
Clothes hot shot. Aren't you wearing some?
"Sam what do you want? I can't spend all day wondering if you want soup or salad-"
"Pork," Sam quickly replied. The craving was going to kill him and finally out of need to cease it, he decided it was best to get rid of it the best way possible, by actually having some.
"You sure you won't be sick?" Dean asked hesitantly.
"No, I want some." Dean rolled his eyes at that comment and decided to leave the comments alone for now.
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, smother it in barbeque sauce and brown gravy."
Dean halted wondering if his brother was getting him back for naming all those greasy foods when he was getting sick. He didn't think so but his brother didn't ask for pork on a daily basis, especially smothered in two sauces.
"Any side orders?" Dean didn't really want to ask but felt compelled now.
"Yeah, sweet potatoes and yams. Oh and smother them in brown gravy too. If they have mashed potatoes, that too. And uh, a lemonade."
"Right so you want Pork smothered in barbeque sauce and brown gravy, you also want yams, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, but only smothered in brown gravy and then lemonade?"
"Smother the rest in barbeque sauce as well. Can you make sure it's the sweet and sour kind?"
"Sam you are suddenly wanting very sweet things. Should I be worried that the trickster is behind this?"
"No," Sam replied with a frown. "You asked what I wanted and I told you."
Dean nodded with a sigh.
"Fine just don't, don't leave and keep your cell phone on you okay?"
Sam nodded.
Once Dean was gone, Sam happened to glance at his phone and bit his lip to keep from screaming in frustration.
Are they smexy clothes or are you wearing the pink shirt with the nerdy looking pants again?
Sam never felt the need to bang his head so much in one day before.
There were exceptions for everything of course.
Dean woke up to vomiting and would've groaned but remembered what he had told Sam earlier in the day. He got out his phone to check for any unchecked messages before going over to see to Sam. Sam wasn't happy to know that Dean seemed to take comfort in him getting sick at eleven at night when he could be sleeping but ignored it when the need to throw up arose again.
"Why are you taking a picture Dean?"
"Because I'm a great brother and I told you not to eat that. That pork alone would give me stomach problems but you had to eat the whole damn thing, didn't you?"
"My body wanted it Dean and if I didn't eat it my body would've craved it more." Sam groaned, upchucking some more whilst Dean wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Yeah but you could have had half and left it alone-"
"I WAS HUNGRY DEAN! I'm never going to get to sleep at this point. I'm going to drown in the toilet all because my stomach wants to eat itself inside out-"
"Sam quit over exaggerating. I'm pretty sure this bout will be over soon. Bobby says we could be facing some kind of demon cult by the way."
"I still don't feel any better but then again, it could be because I'm literally expelling breakfast, lunch, and dinner right now." Sam groaned and threw up again although Dean noticed it was more stringy and that Sam truly didn't have much more left to throw up. He frowned but Sam continued with another groan. "I think I should write my will right now so that when I die, I don't miss anything."
"You aren't going to die Sam, I'm pretty sure Cas'll help long before you do. I think though that a hospital would be more equipped in getting you hydrated-"
"Nope, I'm not going even if you bash me over the head with some kind of pan. You wouldn't hit me on the head with the shot gun to put me out of my misery would you by any chance?"
Dean shook his head and Sam sighed, leaning over the toilet again.
"At least you're only dry heaving now. If I had to say anything about this weird shit, I'd say you got knocked up. If that were true I'd ask who you were having sex with."
Sam gave him a weird look and Dean crossed his arms, glaring at what Sam seemed to think was at least a little amusing. Having thrown up since eleven and seeing it was becoming even later, he decided he had the right to find amusement in something as long as it took his mind on what he had been doing.
"Not the details, I just want to know who my brother would've gotten knocked up by. It's incredibly hard though for males to get pregnant, thank God. I mean who would want to have that luck anyways? You have horrible morning sickness, you gain weight and look unattractive, and if that isn't bad enough, the unborn baby makes you crave weird shit."
"You act like you're pregnant all the time then," Sam replied, putting his forehead to the cool lid of the toilet. After hugging the toilet for a while, he stopped caring if it looked nasty, he finally stopped vomiting for fifteen minutes and it was twelve thirty. "Of course except for the fat part."
"Gee thanks Sam, at least I still fit in the same pants as I had this morning."
"I'm bloated, that's why. I think it really is a stomach virus," Sam admitted and Dean nodded.
"Or a case of repeated food poison."
Sam nodded although Dean was sure he wasn't thinking about the how more than he was the why. Sighing, he went over to the cabinets that they normally wouldn't use and found that they did at least have a pan there. He found the small garbage can worked better though and quickly led Sam back to the bed despite his protests that he's dying and let him lay down on his side with the trash can right next to him.
"Don't worry Sam, if you throw up again, there's the trash can. You need to sleep though so that we could get those stupid demons who thought it was smart to join a cult. We can get you more jeans that fit while we're out and you won't have to worry about the bloated feeling until the illness has passed okay?"
Sam nodded sleepily and rubbed his eyes reminding Dean of the sulky five year old that had rebelled against their dad's idea of sleeping in his own bed and would still sneak in with Dean when he knew their father wouldn't interfere. Looking back, Dean missed that innocence his younger brother had had. He had always wanted him to keep it for as long as he could and looking back, he was glad that he did have that for a while. Sighing, he moved Sam's hair from his sweaty brow and placed a kiss on his forehead.
"Get some sleep younger brother," Dean whispered with a sigh seeing as how Sam was already out like a light.
At least one of them was going to get some sleep, he thought. He just sat there watching his younger brother's evening breathing, thankful that despite everything that happened, his brother was really fine. He didn't know what he would have done if he hadn't been and if he were to admit anything to Sam; he'd be pulling the stupid chick flick moment card. Truth be told though, he knew Sam didn't mean to raise the actual devil and he wondered if Sam's getting sick was more mental than it was physical or if it really was the food. He'd be willing to bet Sam still blamed himself though and he had to get Sam to realize that mistakes did happen.
Dean made one when he thought he would be fine without his brother and before that when he thought his brother would be fine without him. Sighing, he decided a little sleep wouldn't hurt even though it was one o'clock in the morning and he doubted they were going to be well rested to take on those demons.
"Could always get Cas to help us," he thought out loud.
At least then they wouldn't be there all alone and Dean liked having Cas nearby. He didn't know why but he did.