I've never had such an awesome amount of alerts as I've had with this story! Well, I hope you'll like this little chappie!

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Well, I kept this chapter kinda short, I want the main event (ganking a werewolf :D ) to be in the next chapter. SO! Please R&R! I hope to get the next chapter out faster!

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Dean's not sick...right?

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"You're out of your damn mind!" Sam snaps once they're back in the Impala.

The little 'take off all your clothes' song was almost acted out in full at the Snack 'o Attax diner. The waitress seemed to be game, but Sam wasn't about to live another 'Viking-Incident', at least, not in Minnesota.

"Listen, ass-monkey… I've got a great six-pack on me… and I'm not talking about Heineken, dude," Dean says and slaps his stomach to prove his point. Unfortunately, that suddenly had him yelping and cursing, curling into himself.

Sam hits the breaks, but he just eases up and pulls the Impala to the shoulder once Dean doesn't seem to be shot in the gut or being torn to pieces by a Shtigra. "You okay, man?" Sam finally turns his attention to Dean, pulling on Dean's arms to try and get Dean to un-oyster a bit.

"FFUUUGGHHHH…. " Dean growls, gripping his right side till his knuckles turn white, "I'm fine…"

A quick once-over comes up with nada, but Sam's not stupid enough to ignore Dean's attempts to calm his breathing, "Bad burgers?"

Even though there were two Sam's swimming in front of Dean's eyes, he knows when it's best to just gloss over the truth. He nods, "Mmmm Hmmm….sooo baddd…" he grins like an idiot, "You know, it's bad… it's bad….. it's really really bad…".

It was past noon, and Sam was pretty sure that the best time to scope out that park was now… but with Dean still singing the 'Bad' burger remix of Michael Jackson…

He thinks it over for a minute before finally deciding on what to do. Check first, food-poisoning later. Sorry, dude. Pepto-bismol or some Eno's or something before we stop… and then, some werewolf Nancy Drew-ing. Awesome.

What Sam didn't bargain on, was Dean's compliance to this little op.

"Dean, please stay in the car, I won't be long!" it's the fourth time he's repeating this part of the argument. The pink liquid -'stomach stabilizer'- had gone down without one complaint from Dean, but now?

"Come on, maaannnnn… don't leave me here by myself…" it kind of reminds Sam that Dean used to be young and scared too.

"I can't drag you with me when you can't even dial 911 on your phone," Sam finally decides to rationalize him out.

"I so can…" and the fact that Dean was holding his phone upside-down wasn't encouraging.

Sam purses his lips, nods and sighs in frustration, "Just get your head in the game,"

"Oh sweet… you watched Highschool Musical too?"

Ten minutes into walking around the Ramer Park, Sam's not too sure about this. 'Cause, see, Dean might've got a good case of food-poisoning (considering Dean's already been sick twice since leaving the diner)… but this is getting ridiculous.

"I think I threw up," Dean says when Sam asks him if he's okay. Considering that he's hanging over the edge of a trashcan, he'd vouch that the answer would be forthcoming.

Sam marks another red circle over the map, pin-pointing the best vantage points of the park he'll have for tonight's stake-out. "You can stay there, I'll be back in a sec," and he actually means it this time, only one spot left to check.

The topographic layout wasn't too bad, a good plain with several high trees. An odd choice for a forest hunting supernatural, but all's fair in love and grabbing a meal on the run. But, in this case, the 'meal on the run' is an actual human and this werewolf isn't just being hit by a case of the munchies. This is personal.

It's with a final circle that Sam marks the pine tree off the right-centre of the park. He wants this think ganked tonight. Not tomorrow. Tonight. If Dean's going to keep pestering him with his bipolar mood-swings, Sam might do the same to him. Right now, though, when Dean's talking to the 'Keep off the Grass' sign like it's a showgirl… yeah…. He'll have to FedEx Dean to Bobby's place.

"Let's go," Sam says, feeling a bit like he's stealing Dean's lines or something.

"But Sammm….I'm still talking to Lorelai," Dean whines.

Well, if Dean thinks he's talking to the Gilmore Girls we must be on the right track. "We're totally coming back tonight, so you can talk to her then," Sam says in his fake-happy way. He's a bit surprised when Dean takes it as it is and is all grins. Even more when Dean leaves 'her' his number, and promises to call.

They walk back to the Chevy, taking it slow this time. It was nearing the better part of three-ish, and Dean's movements were a bit more sluggish than Sam would've wanted. They drive back to the motel, a bit slower than usual, but it's the little brother's job to keep an eye on the passed-out big brother in the passenger seat.

Dean's awake long enough to crash on the bed in the motel, but that's about it. Shoes on, jacket on.

Sam wraps Dean up in a blanket-taco and sets his own alarm for nine. A little less than six hours of sleep, but it'll have to do.

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