I am so sorry that this has taken me so long to update. I have been super busy and I didn't really know how I was going to progress with the story. I have finally got some inspiration and now bring you chapter 5. I should probably say *vomit warning* but it is kind of expected in my stories haha.

I hope you enjoy.

Feel free to let me know what you think/ have any comments or suggestions :)

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They resumed watching the film after Dean's episode despite Lisa and Ben protesting but ultimately Dean won the battle. He will do anything to make his family happy and did not wish to ruin movie night because he was acting like a little child who has a minor stomach bug. Maybe they did have a point because 20 minutes in Dean is fast asleep breathing deeply into Lisa's warm lap.

"Hey…hey Dean? The movie finished. Let's get you to bed" A gentle arm brings Dean back to reality. Lisa doesn't want to wake him but she can't move with Dean on top of her plus she wants to get him into a comfortable bed. Dean's eyes flutter open but shut almost immediately from the bright offensive lighting in the living room. He keeps his eyes shut as he sits up with the aid of Lisa.

Using Lisa as a crutch Dean manages to stay upright the short journey to the bedroom and collapses heavily onto the bed. Lisa forces some more medicine down his throat before sleep once again takes over him.

"Thanksss…. Liiis" Dean rolls over to get more comfortable and falls asleep instantly.

A worried Lisa places a bucket on Dean's side of the bed next to his head and joins him under the covers. She watches her boyfriends face twitch in pain and discomfort in his sleep. She turns away from him as she can't watch bare to watch knowing that she is helpless to his illness.

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Molten lava is currently running through Dean's intestines, burning the walls of his stomach and insides. His abdomen is swelling up as if it is getting ready for the eruption. As the pressure grows the pain and discomfort increases rapidly. No position is comfortable and Dean is becoming incredibly restful. He feels the heat emitting from the lava causing the bed to be unbearably hot. It doesn't help that the sheets feel heavy and wet and keep sticking to his agitated body. Dean throws the covers off and kicks them away from him in disgust. The relief that he had imagined by discarding the covers did not live up to expectation. The room is still boiling but at least he is slightly more free now. However the lava is now threatening to erupt due to moving and tossing.

A shuffling of sheets awakens Lisa. She turns her half awake attention to a distressed Dean lying on his back. His swollen stomach has definitely grown and is protruding from his muscular body. Dean's eyes are twitching and soft moans are escaping from his lips. Beads of sweat are seeping out of the pores on his forehead glistening in the moonlight. Worry makes itself known deep in Lisa's gut.

"Hey! You ok?" Stupid question but she didn't know what else to say.

"Mmm. Pain…is..bad" Wow Dean is admitting to the pain without any persuasion.

Dean feels an added pressure on his volcano which causes the hot juices within to swirl and contract. Normally he would be delighted with being touched and messaged by a beautiful girl but not tonight. Tonight he feels awful. No he feels extremely worse than awful, if he wasn't feeling so awful right now he could think of a better word to describe how he feels.

As Lisa's hand creates circles on Dean's stomach, the added weight is causing Dean more distress than she intends. Dean tries to endure as much pain as he can in order to not hurt Lisa's feelings. He knows she is only trying to help but she doesn't realize how painful her help is to him. Dean is closing in on his breaking point as the nausea resurfaces giving him a reminder that it is not vanishing anytime soon.

He feels his hand involuntarily grab Lisa's mid massage and push it away from his swollen belly. Once he registers what he has just done he opens his eyes to a confused and hurt pair of eyes peering down at him.

"Lis…sorry but don't...please…I'm sorry but no" Well that didn't explain anything.

"Erm…sorry"

"No Lisa I'm sorry. It's just….it hurts when pressure is put onto my stomach, well not just pressure even touching"

"Oh. That's not normal Dean"

"When is anything I do normal" Dean is trying to make a joke to cover up his embarrassment. The nausea kicks up another notch and Dean decides it is no longer a good idea to be lying down. He pulls himself up to lean against the headboard using his shaky arms as support.

Lisa puts a pillow behind his head and gently strokes Dean's damp hair in a comforting manner and to check his temperature. "Hey, let me get you some medicine"

Dean is to busy panting from moving to answer. Drops of sweat run down his temples and falls off his chin onto his damp t-shirt. He closes his eyes to prevent the bedside lamp contributing to his raging headache.

Lisa returns with a cup of water in one hand and pills in the other. She shakes Dean awake who seems to have half dozed off sitting up. He must be incredibly exhausted to fall asleep in that position.

Lisa wordlessly hands Dean the pills wearing her worried expression.

"Don't think that's a good idea. Think….think I'm gonna puke"

"I put the bucket next to your bed"

"Then what's the point of taking the medicine" Wow he does sound like a sick child.

Lisa sighs. She has amazing patience that she has learnt from nursing Ben when he was younger. She smiles at Dean and uses the tactics she has attained over the years. Compromise.

"Ok fine, I won't make you take the pills but can you sip on some water so that you don't get dehydrated?...Please?" She places the glass next to Dean's lips so he doesn't really have a choice in the matter.

"Mmm k fine" Lisa always gets what she wants. She also knows Dean doesn't want to disappoint her.

It's not exactly disappointment that Dean has in mind but more of fear when Lisa uses her mother voice on him.

Dean slowly sips on the water. He can feel the cold liquid make its way down his esophagus and into the swirling contents of his stomach. Dean suddenly realizes how thirsty he is and begins to take larger gulps. He feels the glass slipping away from his fingertips and moans in annoyance.

"Not too much Dean, don't want it coming back up"

Too late. Dean has started gagging into his fist trying desperately to keep it together.

"The bucket is right next to you Dean"

No! Do not vomit. Do not vomit. Do not vomit. If I say it enough times it's not going to happen. I have already embarrassed myself in front of Lisa. Do not vomit. Do not...

Ok maybe he is powerless to the lava getting ready to explode. Fine. But if he is going to puke it is going to be in a toilet that he gets to by himself like a man not like a pathetic weekling who has to use the bucket. But the thought of his aching knees taking his weight on hard tiles is not looking very appealing. And the bed well….it's slightly more comfy, well more comfy than the bathroom is. Uch if I don't move in the next few moments I am going to be forced to use the bucket.

The lava is bubbling whilst the volcano groans getting prepared for its eruption. Dean somehow pushes himself out of bed and rushes to the en suite.

The hot liquid violently expels out of his mouth before he has time to lift the toilet lid. Dean vomits all over the white porcelain lid. He somehow manages to open it in time for the second heave. His arms do not have enough strength to push the toilet seat up as well so he continues to eject his stomach contents into the bowl as well as round the edge of the seat.

Lisa watches the nasty bug take over her boyfriend's body. She knows there is not much that she can do for him at the moment. She takes a towel and drenches it in cold water. She kneels down next to a very distressed Dean and begins with one hand to wipe the towel on the back of his neck whilst the slowly rubbed his back.

Dean finally finishes exploding and sinks back into Lisa's touch moaning from the relief. Lisa takes this opportunity to re-wet the cloth and dab it over Dean's damp and flushed cheeks.

Dean was too busy puking and Lisa was too occupied with looking after him that neither noticed Ben standing in their dark bedroom. She didn't know how long Ben had been standing their for but judging by the horrified look on his face it had been long enough.

"Ben what are doing awake?"

"I….I woke up cos I heard Dean and wanted to make sure he was alright. Is he alright?"

"Erm…yeh baby he's ok. Pretty sick but I'm sure he will be alright"

"Are you sure? It sounds really bad like worse than any stomach bug I have ever had"

"Yeh, it is a pretty nasty…" the sound of Dean gagging stole Lisa's attention and they both peered towards Dean to make sure he was ok.

"Ok Ben I have to look after Dean. Don't worry, go back to bed, everything will ok"

"Are you sure?" Worry is etched into Ben's face. A facial expression that is new to Lisa. She holds her son in a comforting embrace before pushing him towards the door.

"Yes. Go to bed"

"Ok night"

"Night"

She knows Ben is only concerned but she has more things to worry about. She feels slightly guilty lying to her son. Well not lying exactly just a little white lie. She didn't want to worry him any further but things are not looking good for Dean and Lisa is very tempted to take him to the hospital if it carries on like this or gets worse.

"Oh Dean" Lisa resumes her position on the bathroom floor next to her very sick boyfriend. She gets a pained groan in response.

Dean is feeling a hundred times worse than before. Not only has throwing up not helped one bit but he feels a huge pressure growing inside him. The type of pressure that might build up from dealing with constipation for a week. It is uncomfortable and getting even more painful.

Sam would know exactly how to comfort him. He may not be around to help him but Lisa is doing a pretty good job at keeping him going and providing him with enough soothing and reassurance. He can feel her delicate hands inside his top rubbing at the tense muscles on his clammy back.

Dean's stomach growls angrily.

It is going to be a long night.

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