Dean would always worry about his brother and lover Sam. No matter how small he would always worry. Sam has been sick for two weeks now and Deans worried. So he decides to talk to Bobby to see if he can help. Sam is hesitant about going because he thinks he's pregnant. Bobby has known about their relationship for years now and he was ok with it but Sam was still afraid of how he would react because over the past few years Bobby's been like a father to both Sam and Dean. So to say Sam was worried would be an understatement. They've been driving to Bobbies for a couple hours now and Sam was tired and Dean noticed. "Why don't you get some sleep Sammy? I'll wake you when we get there."

Sam doesn't answer.

"Sam." Dean grabs his hand.

Sam looks up "Yeah."

"You ok."

"Yeah I'm fine." He lied as a matter of fact Sam was completely scared and Dean noticed that too.

"Come on Sammy. It's me. You can tell me anything you know that."

Sam looks over at Dean "I'm scared alright."

Dean chuckles "You don't think I am."

"Well if you are you don't act like it. You're acting pretty normal to me."

Dean sighs "Because I'm the big brother I'm suppose to look after you Sam and I have to be strong for the both of us especially in times like this. I'm as every bit as worried as you."

"Maybe we shouldn't go to Bobby's house."

"Bobby will help just trust me ok."

"Ok Dean."

A couple hours later they pull up at Bobby's Dean looks over at Sam and notices he still looks nervous he grabs his hand. "Everything's going to be ok Sam I promise. Come on lets go." Dean gets out followed by Sam. Before Dean can knock on the door it opens.

Bobby looks from Dean to Sam then back to Sam who has his head down "Everything ok boys."

Dean chuckles nervously "Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?"

Bobby tilts his head to the side "Right"

Dean gives "Ok something's wrong we need your help."

"Yeah well come on in." Bobby grabs three beers from the fridge and gives them to Sam and Dean. Sam takes his but doesn't drink it. Bobby then says. "So what's going on Sam.?"

Sam looks up surprised "Why do you think it's me?"

Bobby's smiles "I just do. So tell me."

Sam looks back down "Well for the past two weeks I haven't been feeling that well. I been nauseous, tired, hungry then nauseous all over again. I thought it might be a bug or food poisoning but now I'm not so sure."

Dean looks over at Sam "What do you mean what else could it be."

Bobby notices Sam's beer on the table. "Sam you don't want your drink."

Sam looks at it. "I'm not really thirsty. I'm a little tired Bobby can we stay for awhile."

Bobby gets up "Sure you can stay in the guest room."

Dean Looks at bobby "Bobby-"

Just sleep its late we'll talk more in the morning."

Dean sighs "Alright."

Upstairs Sam is lying on Dean's chest just looking up at him "You ok dean."

Dean looks down "Yeah just worried about you."

Sam then says "I love you."

Dean smiles and kisses Sam. "I love you too Sammy. Now get some sleep I know your tired."

"Alright night."

"Night."