Sam groaned. Dean was driving rather roughly and the fact that he had the stomach flu coming on was not helping him at all.

But Dean just contently kept driving and blasting Zeppelin. Sam felt his stomach heating up and he crossed his arms over his middle to protect it.

"You okay, Sammy? " Dean asked.

"Fine. Can you turn off the heat, though? " Sam answered, trembling slightly.

Dean sighed. "Lazy bitch." Dean mumbled, he reached over and turned off the heat. Sam, five minutes after, puked. "Gah, Sam! " Dean said, already out and vaulting the Impala.

"Whyd you do that? " Dean said.

"Didnt mean it."