TAKEN OUT BY TAKE OUT

WOW: Worship. It was the prawns that did it ...

A teeny-weeny snippet of sick Dean for Vanessa Sgroi's birthday x

Disclaimer: I don't own them *stamps foot*

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'Worshipping the porcelain god', Dean called it. 'Hurling that take-out we spent good money on last night', Sam called it.

Whatever you called it, it was nasty.

And it meant Sam spending a long, cold night crouched on the bathroom floor, cramped and stiff and rubbing soothing circles over his shivering brother's heaving back.

Finally, it was when Dean groaned softly, going limp in his arms, that Sam dared to believe the worst was over.

It was time to put Dean's clammy, plague-ridden carcass to bed, along with its attendant puke bucket.

Sam was rather relieved Dean finally had his own room.

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