He stumbled into the bathroom, falling on his knees in front of the toilet.

The pain was so fierce, so blinding, that silent tears of agony streamed down his face, unstoppable.

He could barely open his eyes, the tension assaulting every muscle and nerve in them.

His belly revolted and he heaved, praying it all landed in the right place.

"Just let it out, it'll help" came the soothing voice from behind him.

Then came the hands rubbing his shoulders, his head.

Of course Sam would know how to fix it.

He learned from the best.

He learned from Dean.