I had a ton of people ask for a sequel, so here we go. Enjoy!

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When you woke up at 1:30 a.m, shivering with a sore throat, you knew you were doomed. If you hadn't have taken  care of Sam and Dean, you probably wouldn't have gotten sick, but you couldn't bring yourself to abandon them.

You got out of bed gingerly, feeling like you had run a marathon, leaving you achy all over. You definitely felt crappy, making you wish you had figured out a cure when the boys were sick.

You walked out to the living room with the intent to get a drink of water, but jumped in surprise when you saw that Sam was sitting at the table working on his laptop.

"Hey Sam," you croak hoarsely, flinching at how bad your voice sounded.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Sam asked, closing his laptop quickly to be able to focus on you more directly.

You shake your head no, feeling all the color drain from your cheeks.

"Dean?!" Sam called loudly, as he got up and led you to sit down at the table.

"What?" Dean grumbled, walking into the kitchen sleepily, but at a rushed speed. Seeing no sign of danger, he glared at Sam. "You do know what time it is, right?" he demanded, folding his arms over his chest.

"Y/N caught out bug." Sam said, rolling his eyes at Dean's immature behavior.

Dean sighed softly, before leaning against the wall and looking over at you.

"You okay over there?" He asked gently, noticing you were still ghostly pale.

"No, my stomach hates me." You groan, doubling over in your seat, with your arms wrapped tightly around your pissed off stomach.

"Let's get you to the bathroom." Sam suggested, offering you his hand to help you up.

You take his hand and stand up slowly, keeping a tight grip on his hand as the change in movement made you feel extremely dizzy. The dizziness made you feel like you might pass out.

Sam slowly, but urgently, led you towards the hall and bathroom, but you didn't last long.

You hiccup loudly, clapping a hand over your mouth, as vomit rushed up your throat and dripped from between your fingers.

"Crap!" Dean exclaimed in surprise. He stood dumbfounded, watching the tiny dribbles of vomit, on the floor, become a small puddle.

Sam gently pulled your hand away from your mouth, ignoring the white strings of saliva that got on his own hand.

You look at him questioningly, before vomiting on the growing puddle on the floor.

Dean jumped, as the sudden splash of vomit caught him off guard, and made him step away from the hallway wall. He wrinkled his nose, as your vomiting was making his own stomach flip in memory, especially when he saw your vomit had nearly splattered his bare feet.

"Crap." he mumbled, earning a glare from Sam, who was attempting to keep a hand on your arm to stop you from falling into your own mess, as he remembered the overwhelming dizziness he experienced only two days before.

"Bucket, bowl, bin, or something?" Sam requested, giving Dean a pointed look, looking like he was about to murder his big brother.

Dean looked at Sam briefly, before chuckling and grabbing a bin quickly. He handed it to you, and slipped around the puddle, looking at the floor to avoid the mess. He walked to the bathroom, disappeared, and reappeared with an armload of towels.

He quickly moved over and covered the puddle of vomit, before taking the bin back from you to hold it out in front of you.

"Let's get him/her to the bathroom, if it's coming out one end, it's only a matter of time before it comes out both ends." Sam said, as matter of factly as possible.

"Ew..." You say, before vomiting into the bin Dean was holding out to you.

"Are you trying to encourage more vomiting?" Dean asked, chuckling softly as he shook his head.

You knee Dean's leg, before vomiting again, and grabbing the bin and shakily walking past Sam to the bathroom.

"Need anything?" Sam asked gently, walking close to you until you get to the bathroom.

You shake your head no. Before walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind you.

You shakily slide down to the floor by the tub, leaning against the wall as you try to breathe through the nausea. You lurch forward, vomiting violently into the toilet.

Sam ignored the closed door, and slips into the bathroom, just as you vomit for the gazillionth time. "I'm so sorry you caught our bug... we never should have let you take care of us." He said guiltily.

"Shut up, Sam," you grind out, spitting repeatedly to clean the nasty taste out of your mouth. "I chose to take care of you. So it's fine." You add calmly, laying down against him, feeling exhausted and shaky.

Sam rubbed your back, sinking down so you could rest in his lap between waves. He helped you lay against his lap, rubbing your stomach lightly, feeling it gurgling angrily. "Y/N?" He asked in concern, watching you curl into the fetal position.

"I need you to leave..." you plead weakly, wishing he would stay anyways, as you stand up in a hurry, almost passing out from dizziness.

"No, he is staying to make sure you don't pass out." Dean said firmly from the open bathroom door. "Close your eyes, Sam." He said, closing his own eyes.

You sigh softly, in relief, before dropping your pants and sitting down on the toilet in a rush. "You can look now," you said, as you laid a towel over your lap.

Sam and Dean open their eyes, before disbanding to do random tasks. Dean went to work on cleaning up the hall. Sam cleaned out your bin, before sitting down on the tub's edge and rubbed your back lightly.

You shudder and shivered, as wave after wave of diarrhea erupted from you. You winced as your stomach flipped angrily at the abuse. "I need the bin," you say swallowing hard.

Sam moves the bin between your legs, before returning to rub your back.

You lurch forward, vomit and diarrhea coming out at the same time over and over, for what felt like hours. Now you knew  why Sam and Dean were so open to your help, they had been beyond sick and miserable.

Sam stayed by your side, keeping you company as your body emptied over and over. Dean passed by the door repeatedly, clearly checking on you, worry evident on his face.

You finally stopped emptying, relieved to be able to stop and catch your breath.

"Get cleaned up, then to bed with you." Sam said gently but firmly.

You nod, knowing your voice will be non-existent. After he leaves the bathroom, you clean yourself up and washed out your sick bin. You walk out of the bathroom, almost colliding with Dean.

"Come on, I set up a bed for you in here. So we can take care of you, and relax." Dean said, guiding you slowly into the living room which he had turned into a massive blanket fort with a massive bed in the middle of it.

"You made this?" You ask, bursting into tears.

"I can take it down, I'm so sorry." Dean said quickly, panicking at your sudden tears.

"No! Please don't!" You plead, crying harder.

"Did you break Y/N?" Sam teased, scooping you up gingerly and carrying you to the bed and laid you down, before laying down with you. "Come on, Dean." He said teasingly, as you finally stop crying.

Dean sat down beside you and Sam, almost afraid to make you cry again.

"He/She was grateful for you making this, that's why he/she was bawling." Sam explained, smiling down at you as you fell asleep curled into Sam and Dean.

"Oh... right. That scared me." Dean admitted sheepishly. He curled up beside you, and dozed off around the same time Sam did.
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The boys took good care of you, making sure you had everything you needed.

I hope this sequel was worth while. Lol. As always: vote, comment, and request away! Love you all! <3