I'm putting up two small section drabble things, jus' cuz I want people to read them

As stated before; both were written with the help of PJO1234 and would not have turned out half as great if she hadn't been acting as my Sam and Dean -- cuz I can't characterize canon characters even if my life depended on it

And without further interruptions:

Part One

Scarlett rolled over with a groan and suddenly sat up, breathing heavily. Something'd woken her up, but she wasn't quite sure what it was. She felt completely fine, everyone was sound asleep -- the occasional snore from Sam on the bed to her left. Scarlett glanced around the room and hummed in satisfaction when she saw no murderers silhouetted against the moonlight filtering through the window. She glanced at her watch -- 3:16. It was too early to get up.

So she laid back down.

And as soon as she'd laid back down, she felt it. A growing coil in what felt like the back of her stomach. It was slightly unfamiliar, a sort of sloshing, squishy feeling; a feeling she hadn't felt in about twenty-six years. Scarlett's eyes went wide when she realized what the feeling was associated with and she sat back up, lurching to her hands and knees before scrambling to her feet to quickly rush towards the bathroom.

With one hand she held back her wild bed hair while the other flipped open both the lid and the toilet seat before falling to her knees to vomit up what little food she'd eaten the past day and a half.

The whole ordeal took about two minutes. It wasn't pretty. It most certainly didn't taste good, either, and Scarlett's eyes were watering because whatever she'd been vomiting up had begun coming from her nose as well, burning her nostrils.

She grabbed the nearest thing -- it happened to be an off-white coloured, itchy motel towel -- and wiped off her face. She flushed the toilet after spitting in it a few times, threw the towel aside and fell to the side, lying face-down on the floor. There was no way in flaming hell she was getting back to sleep now, at least not properly.

She did end up falling asleep, but it was the lightest, shortest sleep she'd ever had, as she'd woken back up with a start around five o'clock. It took a moment, sitting there in the pitch-black bathroom, for her to realize where she was. She almost sent herself into a panic attack, and probably would've too if it weren't for the queasiness settling back into her stomach, distracting herself from the imaginary dangers looming in the dark around her.

And so, for the second time that morning, she threw up. The second time wasn't as bad as the first -- mostly dry-heaving due to her newly-emptied stomach -- however the action hurt her stomach and her throat even more so than normal vomiting.

When she flushed and laid back down there were tears running from the outer corners of her eyes as she stared up at the dark ceiling. Scarlett calmly and slowly situated her hands over her stomach -- under her shirt. The heat of her hands kind of kept the pain and bilious feelings at bay -- not by much, but it helped a smidge.

Scarlett almost started flat-out crying when someone -- without warning -- flipped on the bathroom light, the brightness instantly flooding her vision. The end result noise was a mix between a whimper and a growl as she rolled onto her side to glare at the off-white bathtub, her arms stretching out in front of her.

"Hey," Ailith said in an urgent whisper, "are you okay? What's wrong?"

Scarlett grumbled, "I'm dying. Just put me outta my misery now."

Ailith sighed, "Really, what's the matter with you?" She knelt on the floor next to her friend.

Scarlett whined, long and low, "I don't know. Just fix it!"

"Well," Ailith paused, "I don't know how. What did you do to start dying?"

"I don't know," Scarlett winced and sat upright, panting and holding her stomach, "I-It was, like, three this morning I just woke up and started throwing up all my guts and it hurts and I don't know why," her voice cracked, sounding desperate.

"Well, these past few days. Did you eat anything... off?" Ailith asked.

Scarlett wrinkled her nose, "Food. Ew... I can't even remember eating anything the last couple'a days, 'cept for maybe a piece of candy here or there but that's not it because I've withheld weirder things than candy."

"When did you get candy?"

"Someone..." Scarlett lurched forward suddenly, stiffening up. After a moment she leaned back away from the toilet and relaxed, her breathing restarting again, "I can't remember..."

"You took candy from a random person?"

"It was not a random person," Scarlett snapped, "He was really nice, I'd been talking with him all-" she made a strange noise and kind of hiccupped, "all night and it was really good candy."

"You can't take candy from random people!" Ailith scolded her, "What if it was poisonou- well, judging by what's happening to you it could have been."

"It was still in the wrapper, numbskull," Scarlett grumbled, leaning her head on the side of the tub, "It's not the candy that's making me sick. It's probably some immunol STD that gone airborne and contagious from Dean."

Ailith sighed and stood, "I doubt it. I'm going to kick one of the boys out of their bed, you need to lay down."

Scarlett slowly reached out an arm, "Chill. Leave 'em sleep or whatever they're doin'... I'll stay in here."

"No." Ailith said simply and walked out of the bathroom.

Scarlett groaned and forced herself to her feet, almost vomiting right away at the sloshing feeling her stomach got, "Ew..." she inched back out into the main room and instead of waiting for Ailith to wake someone up she just lowered herself to the floor and splayed herself back out on the floor where her blankets and pillows were.

Ailith pushed Sam's shoulder, "Sam," she hissed. He groaned and opened his eyes, "Out of the bed."

"Ailith..." Scarlett moaned, "Really? I told you not to do that."

Sam rolled out of the bed and stretched, "Why?" He asked, his eyes had reopened so he was looking a few inches above Ailith.

"Scar is sick, she doesn't need to lay on the floor."

Sam looked slightly unsettled, "Oh no... Scar, she's right," he lowered himself to one knee by Scarlett, gently grabbing her arms, "No floors for you 'till your better."

He began to gently pull her up, moving very slowly and cautiously and as soon as Scarlett was halfway standing she made a disgruntled noise, "I hate my life. Sam, kill me."

"I'm not going to do that," He mumbled and slowly lead her to the bed so she could lay down, and -- hopefully -- sleep.

"You suck," she flopped face-down into the pillows and inhaled slowly and contently -- they smelled like Sam.

Sam turned and looked at Ailith, "What's up with her? Do you know?"

"No idea." Ailith shook her head.

"Hopefully nothing too serious," Sam told her.

A deep, throaty noise came from Scarlett and she stood up, "I'm taking a bath, that 'aight with yous?"

"We can't stop you."

"You could, but you're not going to," She started rummaging about in her bag and pulled something that she balled up in her hand, then she moved over towards Sam's bag and pulled out one of his shirts, "Imma go now. Be back out in about three days."

Sam smiled and shook his head, "Why does she only take my shirts?" he asked no one in particular.

The three knocks on the door pulled Scarlett from whatever half-drunken stupor she'd lodged herself in and she groaned in response, "Scar, I'm coming in." The door opened and then swung back shut and Sam was suddenly there, kneeling beside the bathtub. He reached up and felt her forehead -- first with his palm, then the back of his hand, "You don't feel like you have a fever. Are you feeling any better?"

She shook her head and pulled more bubbles up towards her neck, making sure she was completely -- or at least mostly -- hidden from view, "Not really... the warm water is kind of keeping me from throwing up, though..."

Sam made an apologetic face, "Is there anything you need?"

Scarlett looked at him, "I need you to get in the tub."

"What?" Sam laughed, he was already blaming her request on her illness.

"You asked if there was anything I needed," she leaned her head on the side of the bathtub, "And I need you to get into the water with me. Please..." she added, her tone teetering on the edge of pleading.

"Why?" He folded his arms on the lip of the tub, laying his head in his arms so he was almost nose-to-nose with Scarlett.

Scarlett's eyebrows pulled together in an attempt at her best puppy-eyes, "Because you throw off heat like a full-blown forest fire. Please?"

"Fine," Sam stood, "I'm only doing this because you're sick, you know."

Scarlett blinked a little, "Wait... you're actually... Oh my God thank you!" when she saw him reach for his the waistband of his jeans her eyes went wide and she found the shower faucet suddenly very interesting.

Save for the rustling of clothing and Sam's gentle snickering the bathroom was quiet until Sam broke it, "Scootch forward a bit." Scarlett complied, but was slow with her movements.

After a brief moment's shuffling, much giggling -- on Scarlett's part -- a bunch of cursing -- again from Scarlett -- and some splashed water over the edge of the tub, Sam was finally situated comfily behind Scarlett. She was seated between his legs, with his arms draped across her stomach, "Better?"

Scarlett hummed, leaning her head on his collarbone as Sam pulled her flush against his chest. She tangled her legs with his and rested her folded arms over his, "Loads... thank you."

After a few hours Dean glanced from the door to Ailith and back at the bathroom door, "He's been in there an awful long time."

Ailith glanced up from the paper, "Then why don't you go make sure he's okay." She snipped at Dean.

Dean cracked a small smile, but rolled his eyes, "Why can't you?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Well I don't want to walk into whatever those two might be doin' in there," but all the same, Dean began inching towards the bathroom door, "Sam's into some pretty weird stuff."

"Scarlett is sick. I doubt they're doing anything." Ailith rolled her eyes.

Dean shrugged, pausing with his hand on the bathroom doorknob, "Weird stuff, remember," his tone was light and he knocked quietly on the door before pushing it open a bit, preparing for whatever his mind had conjured up. He closed one eye and peeked his head in the door, opening it and shutting it almost immediately after he saw them.

"Come on you two!" He shouted and slammed the door.

Ailith raised an eyebrow at him, "Were they..." She sighed through her nose, "canoodling?"

Dean threw up his hands in exasperation, "I don't think so..." he trailed off and moved to sit on the bed, "Sam -- for some reason -- is in the bath with Scarlett..."

"What?"

"Sam somehow sweet talked his way into the bathtub with Scarlett! Unless I'm imagining things," Dean forced out the statement, almost as if it pained him to say the words.

Ailith laughed a little, "I doubt he was the one doing the sweet talking."

Dean paused, his eyebrows pulling together, "What?"

"Men," Ailith grumbled, "Do I have to spell it out for you? Scar has a thing -- a major thing -- for Sam."

Dean's lips split into a grin and he doubled over, giggling to himself, "That's a good one! Ha! Scarlett and Sam... pfftt..."

"Dean, do I look like I'm joking?" She half glared at him.

He straightened up and gave her a once-over, "Um... no. But you've got to be joking. Sam is a complete dork! There's no way she could go for him."

"Have you met Scarlett Whelan? She is the biggest dork I know." Ailith rolled her eyes, "and you shouldn't be talking, darlin', you're not exactly Mr. Cool."

Dean blinked at her, not entirely comprehending anything she'd said, "We'll get back to that later. But... gah! If she's got a thing for him why is she first making her move when she's -- apparently -- sick?! Or is that just a rouse to canoodle with him in the bathtub?"

"She's not faking." Ailith hummed, "But I don't put it beneath her."

Dean set himself on one of the beds, resting his elbows on his knees, but he stayed quiet.
"Don't act so upset," Ailith rolled her eyes, "It's not like you had any real feelings for her. It's not like the tin man got a heart."

Dean glanced up at her, trying to glare, "Like you know what I actually feel. Maybe I was in love with her, ever think of that? I care about a lot of things." He grumbled, "I'm not a robot."

"You may love her, but you aren't in love with her." Ailith explained, all those years around Scar were actually coming in handy. "She's a sister to you."

The sound of the door slamming shut and Dean yelling jerked Sam awake. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and yawned. He gave a slight start when he noticed he was in the bathtub and his cheeks heated up when he noticed who was there with him.

"Scarlett," he whispered, gently squeezing her, "Scarlett, wake up."

She hummed and turned her head to look dreamily at him through hooded eyes, "You're nice and warm."

"I know I am," Sam smiled at her, "I think we should get out of the water."

Scar's eyes suddenly popped wide open and her cheeks went red, noting that all the bubbles had dissipated, making the water clear now, "Uh... yeah, good idea..."

"How do you-"

"I don't know how I want to do this," she refused to look at him, now, "I'll... get out first?"

Sam nodded, "Good... good idea," he slowly unwrapped his arms from around her middle, resting one on his own stomach and the other on the lip of the tub.

Scarlett started scooting forward, "No... no looking."

He had his eyes fixed on the ceiling, "I wasn't planning to, don't worry."

Ever so slowly Scarlett slid forward, to the opposite end of the bathtub and reached for a clean off-white towel. Then as quickly as she could without throwing up she stood and wrapped herself up in said towel, stepping out by the sink before scrubbing herself down with it.

Sam said he wasn't going to look, and he really did intend to keep his promise, but there's only so long you can stare at a ceiling before your eyes start wandering again. And so, after a minute or two, Sam found himself watching Scarlett. She'd slipped on a pair of red Christmas themed booty-short panties and was facing away from him as she continued to dry herself off. There were so many tattoos on her back, but the one that caught his eye was the words 'Smart Ass' peeking over her panty line. The words were right on the curve of her-

His eyebrows went up, then furrowed immensely in curiosity, though he flinched and turned his attention back to the ceiling when she slid his shirt down over her head and turned back around to face him. Scarlett looked nowhere except his his eyes, "Erm... I'll be... out there..." she opened the door and slid out, closing it behind her to let Sam get dressed in peace.  

Voila! Part One

This happens a few days/weeks/months/a lot of time before Part Two happens like they happen in the same book but not directly after one another it's hard to explain

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