A/N: The final drabble. Something nice and light to end on :)
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"You okay there Dean? You look a little green around the gills."
Sam watches as his brother dry heaves into the toilet, fingers curling around the porcelain.
"Are you sick of something?" Sam cringes at the sudden sound and smell of vomit.
"No, Sam. I'm perfectly healthy, can't you tell?" Dean slurs, neck craning to glare at Sam.
"Stomach virus." Sam nods to himself. "Either that or you have food poisoning."
Dean moans. "Please don't say that word."
Sam arches a brow. "What, food?"
Angry green eyes snap shut. "Yes."
Sam smiles sympathetically. "I'll go get something from the pharmacy."
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