Sam pulls his hoodie tighter and wraps his hands around his stomach.

He places his head on the cool glass of the Impala's window, groaning quietly.

"Sammy? You Ok dude? What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"Right, you're just sporting the pale green look for fun, then?" Dean questions.

"Dean. Dinner. Just. Ugh. Not sitting well."

You gonna hurl?" Dean asks.

"Nauseated." Sam groans again, louder.

"I just wanna puke already, feel better."

Dean tosses Sam an empty grocery bag.

Sam tosses Dean a confused look.

"You get puke anywhere near my baby, you'll really have something to groan about."