Sam woke up to the sound of Dean puking...again. This was the fifth day in a row. Dean mainly hid in his room if they didn't have a case. They hadn't had one in a month, almost two months now. Sam finally decided to see what was up with his big brother. He was a bit surprised when Dean wasn't in his room. Sam sat next to Dean. "What's up with you lately?"Sam asked.
"Nothing,"Dean replied.
"Are you sure? You've been-"
"I'm fine,Sam,"Dean interrupted. Sam bith-faced his brother. He knew something was wrong.
"Dean, you've been puking your guts up for five days. Maybe you should see a doctor or something."
"Nope.". Sam hated how stubborn Dean was. But he had to find out what was wrong.
