Gabe watched as Sam ran off to the bathroom.

The two were on their lunch break and decided to sit down at a table in the bar and eat.

Before Sam could even finish a fourth of his meal, his face had turned a shade of green and he took off, leaving Gabe confused.

Gabe stood from the table and made his way to go check on Sam. He got to the bathroom door and went in, immediately hearing the sounds of retching from one of the stalls. "Sam? You alright?"

"Y-Yeah... It just w-wasn't agreeing w-with me..."

"I can tell! Do you want to go home or something? I can cover the rest of the night for you."

"No! No... I'm fine." The stall opened and Sam went over to the sink and rinsed his mouth.

Gabe gave him a skeptic look. "Sam, it's really no biggie. You're sick! Go home!"

"I'm not sick," Sam muttered after spitting out the water.

Gabe sighed. "Alright... Whatever you say. But, just know, if you look like you're about to throw up again, I'm telling the manager and making him send you home."

Sam groaned. "C'mon man. Don't tell Crowley."

"If you throw up again, I will."

"Alright alright. Can we just go back to work?"

"Mhm.."

The two left the bathroom and cleaned up their plates and glasses before getting back to work.