This was requested by the wonderful BrieannaSincleair. I am so sorry for falling behind, but I hope you all enjoy this one! SPOILERS from Season 1, episode 4 (Phantom Traveler)!

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You and Dean had decided to take a shortcut on a ferry, while Sam had opted to drive the impala the long way around. You had thought ahead, and bought and swallowed some Dramamine before leaving the motel that morning, as you didn't want to risk getting seasick on the ferry. You had even offered some to Dean, but he seemed too distracted with reminding Sam to take care of his baby, to notice what you had offered. 

You and Dean walked up the long pathway to the middle of the ferry, stopping briefly for you to take a picture to document your fun. 

Dean dutifully smiled for the picture, before immediately fixing his eyes anywhere but the moving water on either side of the pathway. 

"You okay, Dean?" you ask kindly, trying really hard not laugh at his wide eyed look, that he turned towards you.

"I'm fine, Y/N." he said gruffly, causing you to giggle. 

"So you're: Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional?" you tease, laughing all the harder as he glared at you in response. 

"Really, Y/N? I know you love the movie, The Italian Job, but that doesn't mean I am all those things when I say I am fine." He grumbled in annoyance. In his mind, fine was just fine, not some long-winded acronym. Truth be told, he was quite proud of his mental vocabulary, if only he could use those words around Sam. 

"Okay, okay, Mr. Grumpy Gills... You're looking a bit pale." You point out, thinking you're a comic genius, and that the older Winchester was paling the longer you both stood on the walkway leading to the actual ferry. 

"Not a fish..." He grumbled, trying to swallow the uneasy feeling creeping up from his toes, as he listened to the water moving up and down, up and down. Okay, maybe, the water idea was making him feel a bit off, but he wasn't about to admit it out loud. 

You laugh, as the line to board finally started moving again, allowing you and Dean to finally get on the ferry that was bouncing ever so slightly on the moving water. 

You and Dean both walk over to your assigned seating area, based on paying for generic tickets. You both sat down, getting ready for the hour-ish ride across the bay. 

Based on the water movements, you were relieved that you had opted to take some Dramamine, its always better to be safe than sorry. You looked over at Dean, wondering if he felt any better, after being on a more stationary vehicle on the water. What you found was a very pale looking Winchester, who was looking around freaked out and anxious. 

"Dean?" You asked in concern, putting your hand on his knee to draw his attention to your face instead of looking everywhere else. "You okay?" you add, once he looked at you. 

"Y/N????" He asked shakily, looking suddenly sick, and you hadn't even left the port yet. 

"Hey, it's okay. Relax, we're safe. Nothing bad is going to happen." You say sweetly, watching him swallow back to back hesitantly. 

He nodded slowly, before starting to hum Metallica softly under his breath. 

You smile, remembering what Sam had said about flying and Dean's humming Metallica (from Phantom Traveler episode). "Metallica helping?" you ask kindly, smiling at him encouragingly. 

He nodded slowly, stiffening as the ferry lurched forward slightly and started moving at a steady pace along the route across the bay. 

"Its okay, its just starting our route. Only about an hour, then we are good to go." You explain, noticing he was swallowing repeatedly again, as the ferry picked up speed a bit causing the bouncing feeling to get a bit more intense. 

Dean nodded slowly, looking around anxiously, as his arm wrapped around his stomach instinctively. "Right," he mumbled, clearing his throat a couple times. 

"Dean?" You ask, reaching into your bag and pulling out a fortified and darkened ziploc bag. You unzipped it, before offering it to Dean. "If you are going to puke, do it  in that bag. They don't want us puking over the railing." you explain, as he looked at you quizzically. He nodded quickly, immediately putting the open bag in front of his mouth. 

"Thanks," he mumbled, before lurching forward with a harsh and unproductive gag that earned a lot of glares from nearby passengers. 

"He's sea sick! Ease off!" You snap at the passengers angrily, before they looked away uncomfortably. "You're okay, just try to breathe." you say, finally turning your attention to the man beside you after the last passenger looked away again. 

Dean reached out, blindly grabbing your hand, as he lurched forward again unproductively gagging. "Oh God!" he gasped, his eyes watering from the intensity of his gags. 

"I know... I know... I thought flying made you sick... Not ferries." You comment, looking at him in concern and curiosity. 

"Why do you think I prefer to drive? Motion makes me feel sick." Dean said calmly, before lurching forward again, and gagging long and hard into the bag. The only thing that came up was a little bit of coffee from earlier that morning. 

You wrinkle your nose, hoping the little bit of puke helped him stop needing to gag... but neither of you were that lucky. Your eyes widen, as he leans over the bag that was between his legs, and full on vomited into the bag. 

"Oh Dean... Honey, you need to relax, and try to breathe through it." You say quickly, not realizing you had called him honey. All you had on your mind, was get to your destination so Dean could puke in peace. 

Dean groaned softly, spitting into the bag in an effort to get the nasty flavor out of his mouth. He opened his mouth to say something, only to vomit in his lap and the bag. 

"Oh! Hang on." You say, digging in your bag for a couple towels, a package of baby wipes, a bottle of Dramamine, a water bottle, and another couple fortified and darkened ziploc bags. 

You quickly cleaned up  the mess on his lap, and covered his lap with a towel to prevent any further incidents. Then handed him a new ziploc bag, before taking and closing the first sick bag. Then laid another towel on the ground in case he puked on the ground. And finally opened up the water bottle and handed it to him. 

"A couple sips, if that stays down then Dramamine, if not I will give you Dramamine when we dock in about 10 minutes." You explain calmly, trying to ignore the slight queasy feeling from watching him puke and cleaning up the puke. 

Before you could stop him, Dean downed half the water bottle. You grab the bottle from him and shake your head in disbelief. 

"I said a couple sips." you grumble, knowing that the water wouldn't last long. 

Dean nods slowly. "Sorry, Y/N," he says softly, before burping and bringing up all the water he just drank and then some. He lurched forward again, straining to throw up anything possibly left in his stomach. 

"Y/N?" you heard a weak and shaken voice ask, as you had looked away in an effort to not want to smack him for not listening to you. 

You look back in annoyance and gasp, all frustration vanishing as you saw blood dripping from his nose into the sick bag. 

"Oh, Dean... You burst a blood vessel in your nose..." You say with a sigh, as you pull out a handful of unused tissues from your bag. "Here, take this, I am hoping you'll feel better by the time we dock." you add, as you hand him the water bottle with a warning look, and a Dramamine pill. 

Dean does as he was told, not wanting to upset you anymore than he already had. He held a tissue to his nose, as he quickly dry swallowed the pill, with a minor gag, followed by a quick couple sips of water. 

You watched him closely, seeing that he seemed to be getting his normal coloring back, as you felt the ferry come to a jolting stop. You tensed as his face paled at the jerking motion, but relaxed when you saw no sign of him trying to puke again. 

When it was both of your turns to get off, you gathered everything up and shoved it into an offered garbage bag, to wash up later. 

You led Dean off the ferry, down the walkway, and straight to Sam who was waiting with an amused look on his face. 

"Do I even want to know?" Sam asked teasingly. 

"He puked and tried to puke so hard, he broke a blood vessel in his nose. I gave him Dramamine, so he is about to get beyond tired." You point out, helping the sleepy Dean get in the passenger side seat. "Go easy on him... He has had a hard time." you mumble for Sam only to hear. 

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Dean slept the rest of the way to their destination, and all the way through the hunt. Leaving you and Sam to deal alone, and resulting in you and Sam joining him in the bloody nose brigade. 

I hope you enjoyed this sick fic. As always: vote, comment, and request away! Love you all! <3