Sorry for the wait, here's chapter 3 - hope you enjoy :)
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Once Dean finishes throwing up he heaves his heavy body onto the couch in the living room. He takes his shoes off, gets somewhat comfy and switches on the TV hoping to take his mind of his aching stomach and terrible nausea. That is when he notices the message flashing on his phone from Lisa.
1:45 pm - From Lisa
Sorry I hung up. Had to get back to work. How you doing?
2:00 pm – from Dean
Not great. Just puked up my breakfast.
2:03 pm – From Lisa
Oh. Feel any better?
2:05 pm – from Dean
Not particularly. Didn't really get rid of nausea.
2:10 pm – From Lisa
Give it a few, might get better now that you got it out of your system. Think you can take some medicine?
The thought of consuming anything is making Dean feel worse. His stomach churns as he flicks through food adverts. He never realized how many there are until that is the one thing he does not want to see.
His stomach continues to flip until he succumbs to the toilet again. Releasing whatever he has left inside him. The violent action leaves him a shivering mess on the cold tiled floor. Dean doesn't know if this idea is genius or going to do more harm but he goes into the clothes he has locked away for a good reason. He fishes around for a good few minutes before he finds what he is looking for. Dean slips the cozy oversized hoodie over his head and snuggles into it as a waft of his brother's scent fills his nostrils. He then returns to his designated spot on the sofa and resumes watching TV feeling warm and comforted. Even dead Sam could still comfort Dean.
Due to throwing up and finding the hoodie Dean forgot to check his phone.
2:45 pm – from Dean
Sorry. Just puked again uch. No don't think medicine will stay down.
3:00 pm – From Lisa
Oh baby you're really not well are you? I'm pretty sure there is some ginger ale in the right top hand cupboard in the kitchen.
3:03 pm – from Dean
I'm fine. Just a bit of a stomach bug I guess.
Found it. Thanks
3:10 pm – From Lisa
Good, sip on that. Going into class not going to be able to look at phone for the next hour. Call if an emergency xx
3:15 pm – From Dean
Ok. Will do.
Dean sipped on the ginger ale and watched terrible daytime TV. He lay his heavy head down on the sofa just for second and managed to fall into a light sleep.
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Dean was woken up an hour later to the unpleasantness of increased nausea and his phone vibrating under his head. He must have fallen asleep on top of it. He rubs his groggy eyes in order to read the text.
4:15 pm – From Lisa
Don't worry about getting Ben, I will get him. You just keep drinking.
4:17 pm – From Dean
Thanks.
4:19 – From Lisa
Any better?
4:20 – From Dean
Bleh.
4:25 – From Lisa
That good huh? I'll be back soon. Get some rest.
Dean is beyond thankful for the way Lisa is looking after him even though she is not there but why oh why did she have to mention the act of drinking? If he wasn't nauseas before he is for sure going to puke on the coach if he doesn't move his lazy ass in the next few seconds. Dean frantically scrambles off the sofa and made it just in time to once again puke his guts up. Literally. It was then that he noticed his swollen stomach, he was sure it wasn't protruding that much before.
He feels extremely bloated and it hurts to touch it. He is too tired to think about it and lies back down in front of the TV. He is already as comfortable as he could be when he thinks he should probably get a trash can or bucket to prevent any accidents.
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Lisa goes shopping to get supplies and medicine for Dean before she picks up Ben from school. She quietly enters the house not knowing where Dean is and not wanting to scare him.
"Dea…" Before she finishes calling his name out she notices the sweaty pale figure curled on the sofa with the TV on. Dean's arms protectively hugging his abdomen an indication that it is still bothering him and soft moans escape past his lips.
Ben comes bursting in, his thumping footsteps breaking the calm silence. He opens his mouth to say something but stops when he hears pained whimpers from the figure on the coach.
"Sshh" Lisa glares at her loud son whilst he gives an eye roll in return.
'Ssssammy…S-sam…Sss-a-am" Lisa and Ben both look in Dean's direction and then turn back to each other, sharing a worried expression.
"Go upstairs and start on your homework" Lisa watches her son tiptoe his way up the stairs before she turns her attention to her sick boyfriend. Lisa feels Dean's forehead without waking him. Guess the fever is back. He didn't mention that on the phone. She shouldn't be surprised about that. There is a lot Dean doesn't share with them. Also, where did he get that hoodie from? Lisa is pretty sure Dean doesn't own a hoodie. She comes to the conclusion that it must be Sam's. She can imagine the comfort that brings him and decides not to question him about it. She gently strokes Dean's wet forehead until he stirs and opens his eyes.
Dean is hot. He is so hot. His body feels like an oven. He can feel the sweat giving him wet sideburns. Where is Sam? He needs Sam. Sam will know what to do. He will help cool his body down, he always does. Sam is good like that, always knows what to do and knows exactly what Dean needs. But where is he? Dean can smell him very strongly. He must be close by but why isn't he saying anything?
"Sammy?!" Why isn't he answering him? Just saying yes would be a clear indication that he is here.
"Sam" Dean doesn't want to admit it but he is slightly panicking he just wants his little brother to comfort him.
Dean feels a delicate hand caress his forehead. That is not the touch of the hands of his brother. No, that's a woman…..oh ye Lisa. He's staying at Lisa's. As Dean begins to wake up he remembers where he is and feels a little embarrassed. The hoodie…maybe not one of his best ideas.
"Hey baby. How you doing? Any better?" Lisa chooses to ignore what Dean was mumbling in his sleep, knowing it would just embarrass him. Dean is very grateful Lisa doesn't mention or ask what he was dreaming about. He doesn't know if he slept talk but just by looking into Lisa's eyes he knows he has given away some deep thoughts.
"Threw up three times." He informs through a yawn. "Tried to bleach the toilet but the smell made me gag"
"Don't worry about it. You just concentrate on getting better. I'm going to make dinner, maybe you should have a shower"
"Yeh s'good idea. I'll be back soon" Dean takes his time to sit up, then stand up, then slowly makes his way to the bathroom. In the meantime Lisa manages to steal a glimpse of Dean's bloating stomach. It had definitely grown since this morning. Not good.
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Is it bad that I enjoy making Dean suffer? Anyway...
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