Hey all, I know requests are taking forever and I keep promising results, and I am gonna give results, I am just behind and I am holding myself at a higher standard now, so when I write I am being beyond careful with how I write. So all this is to say, my writing may be a bit different.

This wonderful and amazing request was asked for by the wonderful, incredible RosieParker09. I hope this story is as good as you wanted. Enjoy! . DIARRHEA AND VOMIT WARNING!
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It started with a few harsh words between husband and wife one night, then became a normal side show that happened all the time, to the point where neither one knew which one was going to snap first. Until one fateful day, things got unusually messy between them leaving both sides broken and scarred. 

The kitchen door slammed shut, causing Jared to visibly flinch… a slam like that can only mean . one of two things: either Gen just wasn't paying attention, which was highly unlikely. Or she was pissed off… again, which was extremely more likely. He slowly turned in his seat to greet her, a tight smile on his face, all the stress and anxiety in his body amping up notch when he saw the anger darkening her eyes and features. 

"Hey Gen, you okay?" Jared asked, amazed that his voice was calm, as he looked down at his shaking hands. 

"Why the hell are you home?!" Gen snapped at him, oblivious to his pale face or shaking hands. 

"I wasn't feeling so great, so I came home early." Jared said a bit defensively. He looked at her, his eyes flashing defiantly as if he was challenging her to argue with her unintentionally.  

And of course, she took the bait. "Oh, you weren't feeling good?! Do you have a fever? Are you vomiting or coughing?" she demanded incredulously. 

Jared paled considerably, at her harsh tone. He shook his head in silence, knowing full well that his symptoms were not going to be bad enough to satisfy his wife's angry inquiries. 

"Then why on God's green earth, did you leave work over nothing?!" she yelled, her anger rising higher the more flustered and angry she got. 

Jared swallowed hard, as he flinched away from her words. "It wasn't nothing…" he started to argue, before Gen cut him off again. 

"Don't even start! This is the last straw, I want you out now! For at least a week, maybe longer." Gen demanded, before turning on her heels and exiting the room in a huff. 

Jared sat there stunned, unsure of what he was supposed to do next… he chewed his bottom lip as he felt stomach start churning uncomfortably, which he chalked up to anxiety from the argument. 

"NOW JARED!" Gen yelled from down the hall. Before she stomped back into the kitchen and dropped a full duffle bag at his feet. "There you're packed." she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Jared blinked in surprise, bent down, and grabbed the duffle bag, before slipping on his shoes and stumbling, a bit off balance out to his truck and drove off the property not noticing that his truck was almost out of gas and it was snowing hard and fast. 

He pulls over on the side of the road about twenty minutes later, when he realizes he couldn't breathe, he was wheezing as he gasped for breath. His thoughts were frantic and chaotic, as they rushed to figure out where he could go and fast. His breathing rushed, heart racing, palms sweating even in the cold (he hadn't turned on the heat in his haste to leave), and head spinning, were all causing his stomach to hurt so bad. 

He desperately wanted to call his brother and best friend: Jensen Ackles, but Supernatural was over. They hadn't exactly gone their separate ways, but they didn't see each other very often… of course, Jensen was working on his projects, and he was working on his own… like "Walker". So deep down, he knew he wasn't welcome with Jensen; he would just darken his life like he had done to Gen and the kids. Upon reaching this conclusion, he wept openly, before getting back on the road and driving as far as the truck would go, until it broke down. 

Two hours outside Austin, Jared's truck was parked, or rather broken down, on the side of the road… inside it's owner shivered and shook as being in the freezing cold truck for hours proved the truth in his rosy cheeks… the once absent fever, now full blown and rising, once again adding to the man's poor stomach. He groaned aloud, thrusting his head back against the head-rest in discomfort, as yet another wave of nausea rolled over him. 

He whimpered when it intensified, instead of allowing him to breathe through it. Suddenly it was too much, he doubled over and rested his head on the steering wheel, but to no avail. He jerkily grabbed for the door handle, missing twice, before shoving a fist in his mouth. Finally, he finds the door handle, jerks it open, and coats the fresh snow with his meager stomach contents. 

He grabs on to the steering wheel for dear life, as his stomach continues wringing itself out. He had long since stopped bringing up anything but bile, when he gave up and collapsed inside the truck, weakly shutting the door enough to latch it, but not stop the wind, unbeknownst to him. 

As the wind picked up outside his truck, he huddled deeper into his seat with his arms tight around his stomach, as his incessant shivering jostled his stomach causing it to churn non-stop. He was so cold, he got to the point of losing consciousness, only to be jostled awake by the sudden need to go to the bathroom. He whimpered, as an intense cramp curled through his insides, doubling him over and stealing his weakened breaths away. 

"Crap,"he whined, his voice hoarse and raw from vomiting and the cold. 

He straightened up, hoping that the feeling would go away and he'll be able to rest again. He was wrong, no sooner was he upright, did he feel a rush of heat and liquid in his boxers and jeans. He gasped in disbelief, before reaching one hand down to his crotch/ass to assess the damage, only for it to happen again, this time the bout lasted longer and took more out of him. 

After one more bout of intense runs, the cramping stopped leaving Jared feeling empty and nauseous… again. He gingerly climbed out of his truck, trying desperately to ignore the mess in his pants and truck. 

When all of the sudden a loud car horn could be heard, and it startled him so bad he started retching, in a violent and aggressive manner. 

"Jay? Are you okay?" a male voice said in earnest, just after the sound of tires screeching to a halt followed by the crunch of heavy boots.

"Jensen?" Jared whimpered, as he finally tried to catch his breath. "How'd you find me?" he gasped out. He swayed close to collapsing, as a wave of dizziness washed over him, threatening to knock him down and out. 

" Yeah, it's me, bud. You sound awful, how long have you been this sick?" Jensen asked, taking quick control of the situation, seeing that the younger man was sicker than a dog, severely dehydrated, running on empty, and judging by those pale but rosy cheeks, sportin' one helluva fever. 

"Since I got up this morning… I just didn't tell Gen I was this sick… she kicked me... me... me out…" Jared ended with a sob, "W… work sent me home for my fever… I didn't just choose it!" he sobbed out frantically, wrapping his arms fight around his chest that was aching with the cold, especially since he was in a thin long sleeve flannel and jeans. 

Jensen's arms wrapped around his best friend, pulling him into a tight hug, sinking to the ground when he feIt Jared's knees buckle. "Shh… Shh… Shh… It's okay… I have you." he said, in a calm and gentle voice, over and over again. 

Jared sobbed until he couldn't breathe then shoved Jensen off him so he could retch into the snow, so violently Jensen was worried the snow would turn red beneath him. 

"Alright, you're empty. Breathe, Jared." Jensen said firmly, rubbing the younger man's back. When the puking stopped, did the older man notice the predicament Padalecki was in. "What are all your symptoms? So I can call and let Daneel know if I'm going home or meeting her at her parents." he explained, a bit lamely, but if he was honest he'd rather stay home with Jared and take care of him. 

Jared panted in exhaustion, leaning into Jensen's touch, too worn out to care that it was below freezing and he just wanted to sleep. "Vomiting, diarrhea, fever, chills, shaking, dehydration…" he stopped mid-listing, as an awful squelching sound could be heard and he went ghost white. 

"You're okay, up or down?" Jensen asked, in a calm no-nonsense voice, as he looked around to make sure there were no cars or people on the road. 

"Down, please!" Jared gasped out hoarsely, as he whimpered, wrapping an arm tightly around his stomach.

" Alright, it's gonna be cold!" he warned, as the older man unceremoniously pants the younger man, just in time for a liquidy mess to erupt again.  

Jared gasped as the cold air hit his backside, crying out as wave after wave of liquid erupted from him, as he squatted. He looked at Jensen who had walked around to the front of him, and was kneeling in the snow to be eye level. 

"You're okay. Once you're done 'erupting', we can get on the road." Jensen promised, carding his fingers through Jared's sweaty locks. Out of nowhere there was a growling sound, which earned a chuckle from Jensen too. "We can get you food too." he added with a knowing smile. 

Jared nodded a pitiful look on his face, as the eruptions finally stopped and he was left panting in exhaustion. "Can we leave here now?" he pleaded, his voice hoarse. 

Jensen stood up and walked around the younger man. " Your underwear are trashed… " he told Jared, sounding deep in thought. He pulled out a pocket knife, being extra careful as he cut both sides of the underwear so he could easily slip them out of the younger actor's pants. He then slipped Jared's pants up, not at all grossed out, since he knew full well that Jared had the worse end of it.

Jared winced, before nodding in relief, as he hobbled to the car, he took off his flannel shirt and laid it on the seat before sitting down on it, in the hopes that no accidents would happen on the way to the Ackles' home. 

Jensen mentally made a note of what happened and went rummaging for an extra jacket or sweatshirt in his trunk, finally pulling out a sweatshirt he had stolen from the younger actor not even a few months ago during the last days of Supernatural. 

"Here," he hands the sweatshirt over to Jared once he was seated, earning a surprised and watery look from the younger man. 

"You kept this? I thought…" Jared sniffled a couple times, as he pulled the sweatshirt on.

"Yeah, I snuck it off the set last week." Jensen admitted, patting a gentle hand on the emotional man beside him, before getting on the road, driving quick but safe towards home. He kept a careful eye on his dear friend too, worried that the younger man would have an incident and need help, or that the younger man would pass out from dehydration and exhaustion. 

Jared smiled, laying his head back briefly, before launching himself forward so fast, he almost hit his head on the dashboard. He groaned in pain, wrapping both his arms tight around his stomach, feeling the twisting and turning chaos within, earning a distressed whimper.

Jensen slammed on his brakes, pulled off to the side of the road, and parked as quick and careful as possible. "What's wrong? Talk to me." he demanded, concern bleeding through his tone. He had unbuckled, reached over and unbuckled Jared, and ever so light, touched his passenger's forehead in search of how high said fever was. He whistled a soft tune, earning a whimper, as he could tell the temp was over 101. 

"Stomach is in knots, kinda wanna puke. But my head hurts too much." Jared admitted, swallowing more than once, trying to hold back the inevitable. 

"Then puke, I'll clean it up later." Jensen said, in a calm, reassuring voice, as he 

As if that was all he was waiting for, Jared's breath hitched and he gagged so hard, even Jensen clenched his teeth in sympathy. He gagged again and again, not bringing anything up at first until finally a thin stream of bile fell to the floor. 

"Sorry," he slurred, in a weak voice, as he leaned back panting as he tried to breathe through the crushing nausea. 

"You're fine, bud. You good to head out?" Jensen asked in a calm, reassuring tone. When he received a curt nod, he turned and buckled up, before pulling onto the road safely making sure to drive careful as he knew that Jared was not buckled and judging by his swaying the younger man was close to passing out. 

By the time the boys got to the Ackles' residence, Jensen was surprised to find that his wife and kiddos were home from the in-laws based on the car being in the driveway. He pulled out his phone and dialed Daneel, relieved when she answered. 

"Hey hun… yeah, I'm home but I'm not alone… yeah, I found Jared on the side of the road… I don't know… It's really bad… He's really sick, and has been all morning. She kicked him out, Daneel! It wasn't even his fault and she was so unkind and unloving… yeah, I'll be in with him shortly… Bye, Love you!" he said, before hanging up the phone and getting out of the car, walking around to Jared's side of the car and opening the door.

"Come on, bud. How you feeling?" he asked, reaching out and offering a gentle shake to rouse his now sleeping (?) companion. 

Jared moaned but opened his eyes, and looked at Jensen with bloodshot eyes. "We here?" he mumbled, slipping out of the car after he received a nod. He leaned heavily against the car, as a groan escaped his lips unbidden. "M dizzy." he admitted. 

Jensen nodded in full understanding, stepping forward and looping one of Jared's arm's around his own shoulders, before guiding the sick man into the house, past his own family who watched in concern, and straight to the family room couch where it was the most comfortable and the least strenuous to get to. 

Daneel walked over to Jensen, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, before moving to grab and cover Jared who was watching them through half-lidded eyes. "Hey, Jared, I hear you don't feel too good." she said, keeping her tone low and gentle. She grabbed a nearby blanket, covering him all to his neck, when she saw he was shivering uncontrollably. 

Jared nodded, struggling to keep his eyes open. "I threw up..." he admitted in a whiny kid voice, his teeth chattering, his eyes drifted shut and he lost consciousness. 

Daneel stood up and faced Jensen, frustration written in her features. "How long has he been like this?" she demanded, anger erasing her earlier call with him from her mind. 

"He said he felt sick all morning, and didn't tell Gen the truth, judging by the way he has been acting, I'd say all day, maybe longer." Jensen explained in defeat, watching as she got more and more angry. 

"Let's go! He's out, we'll be back before he wakes up. " Daneel said, as she walked over and grabbed her car keys, before grabbing the kids and heading out to the car. 

Jensen followed close behind, unsure of what his wife had planned, or even where the pissed off woman was headed. He got in the car, buckled up, and waited to see what would happen next. 

Before he knew it, they were at the Padalecki home, and he was listening to his wife honk the horn aggressively. "What are you doing?" he asked in confusion, looking at her in surprise at her angry show.

Gen walked out to the car with a pissed off look on her face, until she saw them and started smiling. "Hey guys! What's up?" she asked all nonchalant.

Daneel opened her mouth to give her dear friend a tongue lashing of the century, but what came out was Jensen's darkened voice, that spoke of how just how deep the anger ran in his blood.

"How dare you! How dare you play judge, jury, and executioner! You knew he was sick and still you played almighty ruler on his life!" Gen opened her mouth to argue, her smile gone, her features darkened with annoyance. "You will let me finish! He had a fever, and by the time I found him… no, he did not call me or come to me like he should have… instead his STUPID truck was broken down in the snow… sicker than a dog!" he growled at her, his voice staying even the whole time, even though his eyes spoke of the anger he was barely controlling. 

Gen's face crumbled, hearing her husband was indeed suffering. "Is he okay?" she asked, trying not to give away her concern.

Daneel rolled her eyes and put the vehicle into reverse. "What do you think?!" she snapped, pulling out of the driveway, and driving home, leaving an astonished and devastated Gen in their wake.

"Was that necessary?" Jensen asked in a calm voice, his voice not betraying anything he felt or was thinking. 

She pulled into their driveway, parked, and turned to look at him, searching his face for answers to unspoken questions. "Yes, she deserved to know the damage she helped cause… why didn't you let her have it? Why didn't you lay into her for what she's done?!"  she demanded, confused by her husband's behavior. 

"Even if she deserves that, revenge is never the answer… How does two wrongs make a right? How does my harming her with my words, accomplish anything? Just because she made the wrong choice, therefore hurting Jared in the process; does not mean I need to retaliate, and hurt more people in the process." Jensen said, with a shrug, as he got out of the car and headed inside, leaving an astonished Daneel in his wake. 

He walked inside and heard low moans emanating from the family room, which quickened his step. He hurried in there, concern coursing through him as if it was no tomorrow. He walked into the room, to find Jared twisted up in the blanket and drenched in sweat on the couch. He grabbed the blanket off of his friend and brother, before shaking his shoulder, worry written all over his face. 

"Jared? Come on, bud, you gotta wake up for me." he encouraged, continuing to shake his buddy's shoulder. 

Jared woke up with a start, fever glazed eyes searching frantically for any form of what he had been dreaming about. "Jen? Is it safe?" he slurred, his voice broken and torn up from all the puking. 

Jensen looked around briefly in surprise, before focusing his attention on Jared 100%. "You're safe, bud. You feeling okay? You look sick to your stomach." he observed, worry evident in his voice. 

Jared swallowed hard a few times, looking more and more worse for wear each time. "I'm gonna puke…" he admitted in defeat, as he started to struggle with getting the blanket off the last bit with greater urgency now. 

Jensen pulled it off the rest of the way, pulled Jared to his feet, guided his dizzy brother down the hall to the bathroom, and steadied him as the younger man lurched forward with an unproductive heave, before he could even kneel over the bowl. "Easy, easy, I got you…" he repeated, as a mantra in a soft tone. 

Jared whimpered, as if in tremendous pain. He wrapped one of his arms tight around his stomach, before dropping to his knees, his whole body giving in to the shaking from the violent chills wracking his frame. He used his other arm to keep his head up, by resting his head on his hand and his elbow on the seat, as he leaned over the bowl willing his body not give into the rolling waves of nausea that washed over him. The more the waves intensified, he started rocking back and forth, slow and repetitive. 

Suddenly he lost his battle with the nausea and lurched forward with such force, Jensen had to grab his shoulder and forehead to prevent him from hurting himself. He heaved and heaved, wringing himself out until all that was left was bile. He slumped over the toilet, panting so hard he kept gagging by accident. 

"Sorry," he mumbled, his eyes drifting closed where he sat. 

Jensen sighed, getting up and going into the guest room, where he grabbed a ton of pillows and fuzzy blankets, which he lugged back to the bathroom. He made quick work of laying out a quite comfortable bed, with room for at least two grown men, maybe more.

He shook Jared's shoulder, keeping his hold light but firm. "Come on, Jay. Lay down for me, you need to rest." he encouraged, planning to stay long enough to get him comfortable and just keep checking on him, since he had some work to do.

Jared nodded, moaning as he curled up on the special bed, but also on Jensen to. His head was on the older man's leg, while the rest of him was nestled in between his brother's legs. 

Jensen was grateful he had set the bed up, so that he could lean back while comforting Jared and have them both be comfortable… not like on a physical mattress, but it was a close second for being on the floor. He rubbed Jared's back in gentle, slow circles, humming "Carry On My Wayward Son" by Kansas, a tune they both knew quite well and were partial to. 

Jared snuggled up against Jensen's leg, dozing off before Jensen got through the first chorus. 

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They stayed like this until the following morning, when Daneel took a turn watching over Jared, which only lasted a couple hours, before Jensen was snuggled up with Jared, both resting. 

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