Requested by the amazing Ram_3500. I hope you all enjoy this fic! 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Adam hid behind some trees, listening to Sam's labored breathing, as his brother had been knocked unconscious. He had messed up, and now one brother was unconscious, and he had no idea where Dean was. He should have come clean earlier, but he didn't.

He searched for Dean fervently, as he knew that the creature was still out there. He stood up from his crouched position and staggered. He hadn't expected to get so dizzy, out of nowhere, even though he should have, as it had been happening all day. He groaned softly, jumping as something clamped down on his arm. He whipped around in disbelief, eyes wide, as the forest tilted slightly upside down.

"Easy, its just me." Dean hissed softly, watching Adam grab his head for a moment and drop his hand a moment later.

"Oh thank God!" Adam said in relief, glad his oldest big brother was okay, after all.

"You two okay?" Dean asked, looking down at Sam in concern, still wondering what was going on with the youngest Winchester.

"He's unconscious, but fine. No cuts, no broken bones, and, surprisingly, no concussion." Adam listed off, a slight slur to his words, as dizziness overwhelmed his senses again. "Where's the shifter?" he asked looking around them briefly.

"Gone, he or she got away. You okay, Adam?" Dean asked, squinting at the teen in the dark of the trees, trying to see if something was wrong.

"Yeah, I'm good. Let's get Sam to the car, so we can go back to the motel." Adam suggested, trying to change the subject, praying that Dean would take the bait.

Dean was fully aware of Adam's ill-disguised attempt to change the subject, and gave in to his attempt, making a mental note to call the kid out on it later. "You get the left, I got the right." he said, watching the kid sag briefly in relief, before Adam swayed close to falling over.

He grabbed the teen's shoulder, keeping him upright, until the teen stopped swaying, which took a minutes and a few groans.

"Sorry," Adam groaned softly, before moving to Sam's side to lift him up.

"Talk to me, kiddo, what's wrong with you?" Dean asked in concern, watching Adam's every move closely.

"Just really dizzy, need to sleep it off." Adam slurred honestly, before he realized he had answered. "I'm fine, Dean." he said quickly, his voice shaking faintly.

Sam sat up quickly, grabbing Adam's arm, pulling him down to the ground beside him. "Are you hurt?" he asked, earning a shake of the head. "What's wrong?" he asked intensely, searching the teen's face as well as he could in the dark.

"I'm fine, Sam. Are you okay?" Adam asked levelly, trying to hide the gag that slipped from his lips unbidden.

"Let go of him, Sam." Dean ordered, as Sam let go, and Adam bolted away from his brothers, running as fast as his legs and disoriented brain would let him go. "You good, Sammy?" he asked in a gentler tone.

Sam stood up and stretched. "I'm good. What did I miss?" he asked, as he and Dean started to follow Adam slowly, figuring he'd head towards the car.

"Kid's sick, and the shifter got away." Dean summed it all up simply, earning a groan of exasperation from Sam.

"Darn! Oh well, we'll get it next time. What's he sick with now?" Sam asked curiously, as their little brother tended to get sick a lot.

"Looks like vertigo: dizziness, nausea, light-headedness, you name it." Dean said with a shrug, as they walked up to the impala to find Adam leaning heavily against the side of the car. "You okay, kiddo?" he asked gently.

Adam just shook his head no, not trusting himself to speak without making a mess.

"Did you get sick?" Sam asked, gauging by Adam's shudder that the idea was still very unpleasant a thought.

Again Adam shook his head no, this time swallowing repeatedly, as the urge to vomit was nearing overwhelming, and he really didn't want to throw up.

Dean motioned to get in the car, so they all climbed in, as the teen curled up in a tight ball in the backseat and dozed off almost immediately, much to the eldest Winchester's relief. He drove home gingerly, not wanting to wake the lightly sleeping teenager.

It wasn't until they got to the motel that Adam shot upright, drenched in sweat, and shaking, clapping a hand over his mouth. He swallowed over and over again, panic in his eyes as he tried fervently not to vomit right then and there.

Dean and Sam got out of the car quickly, working together to pull Adam out of the car, without the teen vomiting.

Adam dropped to his hands and knees in the parking lot, one hand still over his mouth, as his back arched painfully, but he didn't let himself vomit. He gagged hard, but nothing came up but a bit of bile.

Dean knelt beside Adam, rubbing the teen's back in concern, as he felt the arching and gags, but was surprised by the lack of production. "Come on, kiddo, let yourself be sick, you'll feel better." he encouraged.

Adam shook his head, dropping his hand and focusing on breathing slowly through his nose and mouth, instead of letting himself get sick. After a few moments of breathing, he was okay again, no longer feeling like he was going to throw up.

"I'm okay now, I just need to sleep," he said tiredly, sitting back on his knees very slowly, so as not to over-excite his stomach again.

Dean nodded his understanding, leading the teen inside, after helping him to his feet slowly. "Sleep it is then." he said, watching as the kid laid down, buried his face in a pillow, and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, the kid was sound asleep, much to both his and Sam's relief.

Sam walked into the room, holding his hand out expectantly to Dean. "Food run?" he asked curiously, wondering if that was the plan tonight.

"Nah, we'll order in. It's been an exhausting night. Go take a shower, I'll order food, then shower when you're done." Dean said gently, "Leave the door unlocked though, in case." he added.

Sam nodded and went to shower, while Dean ordered food.

Adam slept soundly for a while, until his stomach churning from the spinning sensation from the vertigo, made him sick again. He sat up quickly, surprised to find a trash can in his lap, and Dean beside him already. "Wha?" he asked, before gagging hard of the bin.

"Puke first, then we can talk." Dean said, dismissing talking, as the teen vomited violently, back to back, until his stomach was empty.

Sam walked out, as a knock sounded at the door, which he answered and got the food, which led the teen to dry heaving. "Breath Adam." he said gently.

Adam panted, wanting to lay down and fall asleep again, anything to escape the dizziness. "Make it stop... the spinning feeling," he pleaded.

Dean moved the bin to the floor, then had Adam lay down as he massaged the teen's temples, head, and neck. He kept it up until Adam fell asleep again, no longer spinning, or disoriented.

"How did you know?" Sam asked curiously, in awe of his big brother's skills.

Dean chuckled softly. "I had a feeling a headache was the culprit, but he was too dizzy to notice it, so he kept feeling sick. So I got rid of the culprit. To answer your question, you used to get awful migraine-like headaches, that would make you act the same way, so I based my hypothesis on you." he said proudly.

"Nice, hypothesis? Nice." Sam said with a chuckle.

"Shut up!" Dean snapped, blushing deep red, as he got up to clean up Adam's mess.

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Adam woke up the next morning famished, and fine, no vertigo, no headache. He couldn't have been more relieved that it was over. He made a mental note to have Dean massaged his temples, head, and neck if he felt like that again.

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