Requested by eatcake4breakfast. Some sick Sam on the road, and Dean being his awesome big brother self. Set season 1, SPOILER ALERT! Grossness warning!

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Dean was driving the impala down the highway, listening to his favorite tape of Metallica. They were in between hunts, which meant long hours on the road. He didn't mind the long hours, but he knew that Sam did.

He looked over at his brother, who was trying to read multiple newspapers they had grabbed at the last couple of gas stations.

Sam pulled at the collar of his shirt repeatedly, as goosebumps popped up all over his skin.

"Is it cold in here?" he asked, pulling at his collar again.

"No, why? You okay?" Dean asked, immediately looking his brother up and down out of the corner of his eye. He could tell that Sam's temp was all over the place, and the younger man appeared to be quite pale. More so than he had been, earlier that morning.

Sam glared at Dean, but how pale he was, weakened the power behind the look.

"I'm just tired." he said gruffly, as he was suddenly hit with a wave of dizziness that left him disoriented, nauseous, and wishing he could just pass out. He swallowed hard, as his stomach churned aggressively, but nothing tried to come up, much to his relief.

"Okay, Sammy, maybe you should take a nap." Dean offered, getting tired of Sam's angsty behavior.

"Can we stop soon?" Sam asked, coughing softly, as he tried to resist the urge to try to gag.

"Um... We need gas soon, so ten to twenty minutes." Dean said simply, knowing they needed to stop for food too.

Sam nodded in relief, closing his eyes as he tried to relax. He could feel more goosebumps popping up all over him, causing him to start shivering. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, tried to hide how hard he was shivering, even as his teeth started chattering.

Dean sighed softly under his breath, looking at his brother in concern. The kid shouldn't be that cold, not in a fairly warm car. He noticed fairly quickly that Sam was not just pale, but his cheeks were flushed, telling Dean that his little brother had a hell of a fever.

"Here, take this." He said softly, slipping his jacket off and put it around Sam. He reached into the backseat, feeling around until he found a blanket, which he brought to the front seat and covered Sam.

Sam pulled the jacket and blanket tight, snuggling into them as his teeth kept chattering. "Thanks, Dean." he said softly, coughing under his breath as he felt his stomach churned aggressively again. "I don't feel so good." he moaned softly.

Dean immediately knew this wasn't going to end up well. "Talk to me, Sammy, what's wrong?" he asked firmly, as he turned off the highway to stop at a gas station. Unfortunately, they were nowhere near a motel, so they couldn't stop for the day, and it would be another couple hours before they could stop.

"M dizzy, sick to my stomach, freezing cold, and really tired." Sam mumbled, blinking slowly as his eyelids grew heavier.

Dean pulled to a stop at the gas station, told the gas attendant what gas to fill the impala's tank with, and waited to go pay. He pulled up to the mini mart attached to the gas station, climbed out of the car, before looking back at Sam who had managed to nod off a few minutes ago.

He walked into the mini mart looking for items to help Sam feel better and give them both some sustenance. He grabbed crackers, chips, Gatorade, ginger ale, coffee, Tylenol, Pepto, he got lucky and found a bucket too. After paying, he walked back out to the car, as Sam opened his door frantically and hung out of the car retching loudly.

He dropped his stuff on the seat of the impala, before running around to Sam's side. "Easy, Sammy, try to breathe through it." he said quickly, as he put his hand on his brother's shoulder to steady him.

Sam retched harder, straining to get his churning stomach to relax, but only succeeded in making himself even more sick to his stomach. He groaned, before finally bringing up some watered down food and bile. He flinched, before almost going limp as he suddenly felt really sleepy again.

"You good?" Dean asked, not liking how weak Sam was suddenly acting.

Sam shrugged, as he rotated in his seat to be back inside the car. "Not gonna puke again, if that's what you mean." he mumbled hoarsely, looking at Dean with exhausted and glassed over eyes.

"Here, before you sleep. Take a couple sips of ginger ale, and some Tylenol. And take this bucket, so we can spare Baby's upholstery." Dean said quickly, handing his little brother the soda, medicine, and the bucket.

Sam sighed softly, before doing as he was told. He handed Dean back his jacket, a brief look of gratitude on his face. "I'm too hot now, thanks." he said gently, rubbing his stomach as the tylenol and ginger ale hit his stomach and set it to churning again.

"Okay, no problem. Ready to keep moving. I'd like to find us a motel sooner than later, especially with you feeling as sick as do." Dean observed thoughtfully, as he watched Sam's eyes drift closed, but noticed that his little brother's hand lingered on his stomach.

He walked around to his side, slid into his seat, and started driving back out to the highway. He knew there was bound to be a motel sign soon, he hoped, but they were really out in the middle of nowhere. He tried to relax, once they were on the highway again, but he could see that Sam's condition was rapidly deteriorating.

He peeked at Sam, who was now shivering again, covered in sweat, and had his arms wrapped around his stomach. He pulled over, as soon as it was safe to set up the backseat, to hopefully help his little brother be a bit more comfortable until they could stop for the night.

Sam jolted awake, barely having a moment's notice before he shoved his head into the bucket and vomited loudly. "S..." he started to say, before vomiting again.

"Stop trying to talk, and finish puking first." Dean said in exasperation, putting his hand on Sam's shoulder, trying to be comforting. He could feel Sam shaking, as each heave hit, leaving the kid more and more depleted.

Sam panted hard, feeling like he was likely to throw up again, even though he couldn't possibly have anything left in his stomach. He had already thrown up his breakfast and possibly his dinner from the night before, but his stomach was still all pissed off with him. He tried to breathe slowly, wanting to calm down, but he could feel his bowels protesting and he realized what was about to happen.

"Dean, I need your help." he gasped loudly, doubling over in discomfort. "I need to go to the bathroom... like NOW." he said urgently, wishing more than anything that he could just sleep all this yuck away.

Dean nodded his understanding, immediately trying to help unbuckle and get his brother into the bushes before he ended up with a bunch of other yuck in his car. He got Sam into the bushes, before walking back to the car and flinching as he heard each eruption of diarrhea.

Moments later, Sam was vomiting again. He hated getting the stomach flu, especially when he had it coming from both ends and they were on the road.

Dean looked around for some old towels or blankets, before finding a couple which he put on the backseat, just in case, they couldn't pull over in time. He emptied Sam's puke bucket, before putting it back in the backseat, and folded his jacket up as a pillow.

Sam staggered up to the impala, looking beyond tired and about ready to pass out. His face was so pale, you'd think he had been painted white. "I think we can keep driving." he said in a raspy voice to his brother.

Dean nodded, gesturing to the backseat. "I tried to make it as comfortable as possible, and there are old towels over the seat... in case..." he said uncertainly, knowing that as a kid, Sam would have issues when he was this sick, and they were stuck in the car. But he wasn't sure if Sam, the adult, still had those issues.

Sam blushed faintly, nodding in relief to his brother, before climbing into the makeshift bed and curling up. "Thanks, Dean. I really appreciate it." he said with a yawn. He closed his eyes, dozing off almost immediately, before Dean even had a chance to respond or get in the car.

Dean chuckled softly, ruffling Sam's hair slightly, earning a soft groan in response. "Get some sleep, hopefully when you wake up, you'll feel better and I'll have an actual bed for you to sleep in." he said simply, before sliding into his seat and getting back on the road.

They had been driving for about forty-five minutes, when Sam started groaning in his sleep. He sat up quickly, reaching for the bucket and started retching harshly. He pressed his hands against his lower abdomen, feeling sharp cramps setting in.

"Dean, I gotta go." He cried out, before he started gagging again.

"We're stuck in traffic at the moment." Dean said heavily, looking around as they were completely gridlocked on the highway. He had gotten in this lane to try to pull off, so they could go to a motel, but an accident between cars was slowing the whole process down. "Can you hold it?" he asked, feeling ridiculous for asking his twenty-two year old brother that question.

"No, Dean, its the runs." Sam cried out, looking around frantically. "When did you get a second bucket?" he asked in surprise, momentarily distracted from his predicament.

"Found it in the trunk." Dean said with a shrug, wondering what Sam was thinking.

"I'm so sorry." Sam said quickly, before dropping his pants and squatting over the bucket in the backseat.

Dean frowned, looking back in surprise as Sam let lose wave after wave of diarrhea into the bucket. "Um... Good idea." he said impressed, before rolling down the windows a bit to provide some fresh air.

Sam gagged hard, barely getting the first bucket under his chin, as bits of stringy bile came up and into the bucket. He gagged again, bringing up more food, with each wave of diarrhea that was added to the bucket.

Dean sighed in relief, as the traffic cleared and they could get to the motel finally. "Do you want to try to get out, or stay in here?" he asked, as Sam groaned and more diarrhea flowed into the bucket.

"I don't think I should move yet..." Sam grunted, pushing out even more diarrhea with a whimper of discomfort.

"Okay, let me get us a room. Then we'll figure out how to get you inside and to the bathroom." Dean said, not seeing a way to move his brother that wasn't humiliating. He disappeared in the office, paid for a room, and returned to the car with room keys. "Alright, think you can make it inside?" he asked, seeing that Sam had stopped trying to empty his body completely.

"Do we have clean jeans?" Sam asked, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He still felt like he had to go, and his stomach still hurt like a son of a...

"Yes, why?" Dean asked in confusion, not seeing any signs that Sam had accidentally had diarrhea in his jeans.

"I don't think I can make it inside without going again, and I don't want to stay out here forever." Sam admitted with a faint blush.

Dean's eyes widened briefly, before nodding his understanding. "No problemo, let's get you inside and cleaned up." He said, like it was no big deal.

Sam nodded, paling as another wave of diarrhea hit him. Once it stopped, he slowly pulled his jeans up and climbed out of the car with his buckets in tow. He stiffened, waiting for the cramping in his stomach to calm down, before looking at the ground as another wave of diarrhea filled his jeans, just as he was afraid would happen.

"Crap..." he groaned, as another wave and another one hit him, back to back.

Dean watched helplessly for a moment, before getting an idea. "Slow steps, we'll get you into the tub right away." He said quickly, knowing Sam had to be feeling beyond miserable.

Sam nodded his consent, before slowly trudging inside, stopping every few minutes as another wave hit. He finally got to the bathroom, stripped in the tub, and sat down heavily. He was exhausted, humiliated, and started to feel sick again. He sighed in resignation, before vomiting heavily in his lap. He reached over and turned the water on, allowing it to cascade over him and wash away all the yucky sickness.

Dean walked in a few minutes later, with clean clothes and clean buckets. "The bed is all set for you, as are the buckets. Whenever you're ready for bed, I am here to help if you need it." he said gently, making it seem like nothing had happened. "Ready for some Pepto and Tylenol? Gatorade or Ginger Ale?" he asked, not wanting Sam to become so dehydrated they had to go to the hospital.

Sam blushed, before nodding tiredly. "Yes please, and Gatorade. Oh, and thanks, Dean." he said softly, looking at his big brother like he was his hero.

Dean blushed in return, before nodding and Sam the meds and drink. "Let's get you to bed, so you can sleep the rest of this bug away." he said kindly, swapping the drink for a fluffy towel.

Sam dried off and got dressed, only needing Dean's help with his boxers as bending down made him dizzy. He climbed into bed, curled up, and fell asleep quickly.

"Sleep well, Sammy. I am glad you're back here with me again." Dean said gently, before turning on the tv to low volume.

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Sam was up a few times in the middle of the night with diarrhea, but thankfully, there was no more vomiting. Finally in the early morning, he was able to stay asleep until noon, and woke up feeling refreshed and like new.

I hope you enjoyed this little fic. It is a bit longer than normal, so I won't be putting up a second chapter tonight. As always: vote, comment, and request away! Love you all! <3