Disclaimer: 68... I have said no 68 times... damn I'm cool.

A/N: My school sucks. Or at least the connection. It was all crappy last night, so I didn't get to post anything-- sorry. Tonight though, I have a small drabble that Windy Fontaine challenged me to during a writers block many, many ions ago. The longer one shot I'm still working kinks out of, but I don't see why it won't be out by tomorrow. Anyways-- I want to also say a very big Thank You! to everyone-- I've hit over 600 reviews which is completely insane, and awesome at the same time. I can't thank you all enough for your support through all of this-- I'm having a blast! The 'winner' of the 600th review was Colby's Girl (aww... sorry Michele), so I'm going to use her name in an upcoming story. Thank you all again for your reviews, and I hope you enjoy this very small drabble!

Title: Spaghetti-O's
Genre: Haha, basically humor.
Summary: Poor Dean... usually when something's on sale, there's a reason for it. --A drabble challenge for 250 words that had to have the line: 'But I like Spaghetti-O's' in it...

Spaghetti-O's

Sam stood outside the bathroom door and listened to Dean get sick for the umpteenth time. Sam felt bad for him, but had to smirk; it was Dean's own fault.

"Guess we know why that stuff was on sale huh?" Sam grinned as he heard Dean flush.

"Shut up Sam," Dean breathed stepping into the door frame.

Sam studied him a moment. Dean's hair was askew, his face pale, and small beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. It had started after Dean picked up and ate one of his proud purchases of two cans of Spaghetti-O's that had been on sale.

"If I ask you seriously how you're doing, you'll just give me a sarcastic reply, won't you?" Sam frowned as Dean moved towards the bed.

"Probably."

Sam shook his head with a small smile on his face, "Do you want to stay here, or keep moving?"

"Lets move," Dean groaned as he got to his feet, "I can sleep in the car."

Sam agreed, knowing that the type of food poisoning Dean had wouldn't last long. Letting his brother get a few moments rest, Sam put the stuff in the car. When he came back into the hotel room, he found Dean shoving some things into a bag at the kitchen counter.

"What are you doing?" Sam frowned.

"Sustenance," Dean supplied simply.

"Dude, don't bring the other can of that stuff!"

Dean looked indignantly at Sam as he walked by, "But I like Spaghetti-O's!"

The End.