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The car hit a surprising bump and Sam lurched forward. His face paled and became green in color. He burped and plastered his hand over his mouth.
And just like that, because he’s a fucking irony on legs, bile seeped up his windpipe burning his esophagus and splattering out form behind his hand.
“Sam? What-Ewww!” Dean muttered incoherently pulling over quickly to the side of the road.
Sam coughed as his eyes watered and his throat constricted. More bile seeped out and suddenly he couldn’t stand to hold his hand over his mouth.
Bits and chunks of undigested hot dogs spilled all over his lap, the dash and onto the leather seats.
He felt Dean’s hand on his back but he shook his head frantically. Not yet.
More bile spewed out until finally the bread started to pop out into disgusting wet globs. The smell was horrendous and Sam didn’t know if he would ever stop vomiting.
Tears streamed down his face and he made an unintelligible sound low in his mouth similar to a whine.
“Shhh get it out little brother it’s ok.”
Dean’s words helped calm him down from a major panic attack and he heaved one more time until all he was doing was dry heaving. His throat burned from the acidic bile and he felt like he might throw up again if he glanced at the nastiness around him.
Suddenly a wash cloth was at his face wiping away the liquid and hot dog chunks. It was embarrassing to have to be cleaned like a toddler again but Sam’s strength was depleted and he relished in the cool cloth wiping him clean.
“That’s it; we’ll get you cleaned up, yeah? Take you home and put you to sleep.”
Sam opened his eyes and looked for Dean which really wasn’t that hard. Dean was leaning near him with a wash cloth in one hand and a water bottle in the other.
Sam made an unintelligible sound in his throat that was really pathetic but Dean seemed to understand him.
“Take slow sips Sam we don’t want you getting sick again.” Dean tipped the water bottle back to his mouth and let Sam take a few drinks before he took it away.
Sam swallowed the cool liquid and sighed.
Dean looked around the bile all over the passenger seat and grimaced. Man it would take days before he could get the stink out but that’s why he gets for entering Sam in a hot dog eating contest.
“Let’s move you to the back huh?” Dean suggested and really Dean didn’t expect Sam to answer.
Dean somehow managed to wrangle Sam from the front seat to the back. He wiped off his face as best as he could and stripped his shirt off. The pants would have to wait. He made a trip into the trunk to get a blanket and another water bottle.
Sam settled into the seat and sighed. He felt so disgusting and embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”
Dean stopped cleaning the front and looked in the back. “Sorry? It’s not your fault I’m the one who entered you in the contest I should have figured you get sick.”
“Still sorry.” Sam mumbled.
Smiling Dean wiped the seats as best as he could and deposited the bile soaked towels in the trunk. Laundry was going to be top priority now.
Shutting the trunk he checked on Sam and was happy to see he was sleeping and he didn’t look green around the gills. Ruffling his hair he took the time to smooth the sweat soaked locks away from his face. “It’s ok sasquatch you can do clean up duty tomorrow.”
Getting into the Impala Dean held his nose and drove the whole way to the motel with one arm on the wheel and the other firmly clamped around how nose.
Sam was a Winchester after all and when he does something he certainly doesn’t half ass it.
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Dean holding up the hot dog trophy like he'd won it himself... I loved it and it totally seemed like something Dean would do. :D
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