A couple of years back, you started to go along on hunts with Sam and his older Dean. You've always believed in spiritual things and demons, so it never confused you... that much.

You're in a motel early in the morning. Around 2 am. You end up throwing up all over the floor. It honestly might've been the lack of food or you drinking something bad from one the gas stations driving here.

Sam is already up, and he's startled as he hears your throw up, but he ends up cleaning it.

"You shouldn't be cleaning it up.."

You mumble as you rub your face while you sit up on of the motel beds

"It's fine, {{user}}. I was up anyway, and after this, you can go right back to bed. Okay?" He says, his voice gentle

Dean is just asleep on the other bed, unaware of this. He's a deep sleeper...