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Sam looked back at you and Dean, as he drove towards the ferry you three had to catch. He was super relieved, that you both were asleep when he got the call from Bobby, and learned that crossing a major river was included in this mess.

He pulled the car into the port, got all three tickets, and drove onto the ferry. Once he had parked, he turned back and shook your shoulder and Dean's.

"Why are we bouncing up and down?" Dean groaned softly, batting Sam's hand away and trying to go back to sleep.

You sit up, looking around, and immediately recognize where you are. "Did Bobby call?" you asked, yawning as you stretched, as much as you could in the car.

"Yeah, he said you'd know a lot about this one." Sam said, giving up on trying to wake up Dean.

"Yeah, myths and folklore paint this beautiful little island, as anything but a paradise. According to lore, the fisherman even stay away, like major bad omens or something. Wailing at night, draws men to their deaths. Devastated children draw women to their deaths. Its basically a nightmare of an island." You explain, as if you were reading from a book, instead of quoting it from memory.

"Any idea what's there?" Sam asked, taking notes in a small book he pulled from his pocket, as soon as you started talking.

"As near as I can tell, a demon. Or maybe more than one. Supposedly in the month of October, is when the deaths start, beginning all the way back in 1822. If you visit any other time of year, it is just an island riddled in ghost towns. But in October, even the Ghostfacers were too scared to stay. Their equipment freaked out, and they were lucky to live through the experience. The only thing I don't get, is its October 21st, and the island appears to be dead quiet." You point out, knowing that in your researching, the island was never that quiet in the month of October. You lick your lips uncertainly, before starting to bite your bottom lip unknowingly.

"Y/N, relax. If there's no hunt here, Bobby gave me a couple others to check out too." Sam said kindly, stiffening as the ferry lurched before beginning its approach to the island and beyond.

Dean groaned softly, but remained asleep, even as he broke out in a heavy sweat and started shivering.

"It's cold in here, why is he sweating and shivering?" You ask in concern, focusing your attention on Dean, instead of the approaching island.

"Hmm... It could be one of a few things: he sparked a spontaneous fever, he has food poisoning from that nasty diner yesterday, or he could be getting motion sickness. But I highly doubt he is getting motion sickness, he used to as a kiddo, but that was a long time ago." Sam explained thoughtfully.

"It could also be just a bad dream." You offered, hoping you were right.

"That would be overall better." Sam said with a chuckle. He rolled down the windows, allowing a cool breeze to flow through the car, hoping it would help Dean relax.

Dean groaned again, shifting in his seat until his arms were wrapped tightly around his stomach.

"So much for my theory." you mumble, sounding really disappointed.

"It's okay, Y/N, if he is sick... then we will deal with it." Sam said gently.

"Like we always do." You say, holding your hand out for him to high five.

Sam happily high fived your hand, stiffening as Dean shot straight upright. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, immediately taking in his pale face and that he was sweating profusely in the freezing car.

"Where are we?" Dean demanded, looking like he had just seen a ghost, even though he had been asleep.

"On a ferry." You chime in, putting your hand on his arm gently, causing the older Winchester to jump in surprise. "Sh... its just me." you say softly, trying to calm him down as his breathing picked up.

Dean shrugged your hand off, sitting back slowly, as he was afraid to move too much. His hand rested on his stomach faintly, rubbing light circles.

"You okay?" Sam asked Dean in concern, taking note of the signs that Dean may not be feeling well. "Want something to drink?" he offered gently.

"No thanks, I'm fine. Can we walk over to the observation desk over there?" Dean asked hesitantly, as he gestured to the deck a bit of a ways from their car.

"Sure, let's stretch our legs a bit." You say, quickly giving in to his request. You climb out of the car on your side, not wanting to have to climb over Dean.

"I'll hang out here, don't want to leave your precious baby alone." Sam said calmly, closing his eyes, as Dean slid out behind you.

Dean leaned heavily against the car, trying to get his bearings without puking all over the ground in front of him and your shoes. He looked at you faintly, feeling like getting up may not have been a good idea after all.

"Want some help?" You offer, holding your hand out to the clearly sick man.

Dean took your hand firmly, a slight shaking in his limbs easily noticeable. "Thanks." he said gently.

You smile, leading the way to the railing, stopping every so often as Dean's breathing started to pick up more and he kept spitting large amounts of saliva. "Feeling okay there, big guy?" you ask gently, knowing that he always had to be macho around Sam, but he would sometimes drop the facade with you.

"My stomach feels really odd." Dean admitted in a quiet voice. He groaned softly, as the ferry bucked faintly, causing his stomach to flip more.

"Like seasick or food poisoning?" You ask, knowing how to treat the latter, but not the first.

"The diner was fine, that's not what has my stomach hating me. It's this stupid boat!" Dean ground out angrily, as he spit out another mouthful of saliva.

You two finally got to the railing, as he leaned heavily over the railing.

"Dean?" you ask gently, wrapping your arms around him to steady him. "Gonna be sick?" you ask him.

Dean nodded, leaning against you for a moment, before lurching forward and releasing a long bout of vomit into the water below.

"Let it all out, you'll feel better." you encourage kindly, not wanting him to choke on the yuck coming out of his stomach, that you could feel gurgling under your supporting arms.

Dean didn't have a chance to respond, as more and more was joining the first bout in the water.

You held on to him for dear life, not wanting him to collapse, as he just kept vomiting, long after you thought his stomach would be empty.

"Sam! I need dramamine! NOW!" You yell, knowing that Sam would be able to hear you, thanks to the breeze.

A few minutes later, as Dean collapsed weakly into you, you had to sit down gently on the ground so he wouldn't pass out.

Sam ran up with a bottle of water and a pill bottle. "You called." he teased playfully, as the ferry went around the island instead of stopping at it.

Dean crawled to the gap of the floor and the railing, hung his head over the edge, and proceeded to start vomiting once again.

Sam sighed softly, looking at his brother in pity and you in concern.

"Definitely seasick, but I don't think I can treat it until we get back on dry land. Did you tell the captain not to stop?" you ask softly, not wanting the vomiting Dean to overhear you.

"Yeah, and called Bobby to cancel too." Sam said gently, relieved as Dean settled down a bit, and stopped trying to puke up his now empty stomach.

"I can still hunt..." Dean panted, closing his eyes weakly, as he rolled slowly to face you and Sam. When he opened his eyes, he looked like he hadn't slept in a month.

"Let's focus on getting you back to sleep in the impala, so that we can drive to a motel as soon as we land." Sam encouraged, knowing that Dean was in no condition to hunt anything.

Dean glared at Sam for a moment, before nodding, and moving over to put his head in your lap. "This okay?" he asked, looking up at you.

"Of course, sleep for a bit, then we will walk back to the car." You say gently, running your fingers gently through his hair.

Dean closed his eyes, and before long was snoring contentedly on your lap.

You nod to Sam, as the younger Winchester picked Dean up and carried him to the car with hardly any difficulty. Once to the car, you climbed in, and had Sam lay Dean down in your lap again, knowing he'd flip out if he woke somewhere else.

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Sam was more than relieved when he could drive the impala off the ferry, before he had to pull over so Dean could puke on the side of the road. Once Dean was back to sleep on your lap, he drove to a nearby motel and helped get Dean re-situated on your lap. It took a day for him to recuperate, but after that you and Dean both slept better together.

I hope you enjoyed this little fic. As always: vote, comment, and request away. Love you all! <3

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