Faith rolled over, holding her stomach. She made a face, then quickly threw the blankets off her legs and ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and opening the lid of the toilet.
A few seconds later, wretching was heard.
Sam
Sam bolted up in bed, eyes blinking rapidly to try and get rid of the sleep in them.
"Faith?" he called.
He quickly threw aside the covers and made his way to the bathroom door.
"Are you ok?" he frowned, rubbing his eyes.
Faith
Faith coughed, then reached for some toilet paper to wipe her mouth.
"Yeah," she said, letting herself fall back onto her ass. "Just feel a bit sick, is all."
Sam
"Need some water?" Sam offered, leaning on the door frame.
Faith
"Please," Faith said, then leaned forward to the toilet bowl again.
She coughed.
Sam
Sam went to fetch a glass of water from the sink, grabbed a hand towel, and headed back to the bathroom.
He pushed through and winced a little at the smell, before handing them to her.
"Need any help?" he offered.
Faith
Faith took the glass from him, sipping at it for a second, before immediately throwing it all back up again.
"Nah, I'll be ok. Go back to sleep... I'll just... hug the toilet for a bit longer."
Sam
"Right. Like I could sleep while a lung could be the next thing out of your mouth," Sam pulled a face.
Faith
"That would..." Faith took a deep breath, then nodded, nothing coming up this time. "put a dampener on our sex life, if I couldn't breathe as easily."
She took another sip of water, and then sat back from the toilet, wiping her face.
Sam
Sam took a smaller washcloth and went to run it under the tap, before stepping over to place it on her forehead.
"You're not burning up too much or anything," he looked slightly confused.
Faith
"Yeah, I don't feel sick... well aside from that. My stomach just feels a bit gross."
Faith tried to hoist herself up to wash her mouth out.
Sam
Sam carefully bent to help her to her feet.
"I think if it were a side effect of your drowning, we would have seen something before now," he frowned, trying to think of another reason.
Faith
Faith reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste.
"What's the date today?" she asked absently.
Sam & Dean
Sam stopped to think about it, before backtracking the past few days.
"28th?" he suggested.
He jumped a little as he heard the front door swing open, then stepped out to check.
"Who were you expecting, Santa?" Dean raised an eyebrow, shrugging off his jacket.
"Where have you been?" Sam frowned.
"Got a bite to eat," Dean patted his stomach, "why what's up?"
"Faith's sick," Sam returned to the bathroom.
"Sick as in demonic sickness? Witch's hex? Rougarou?"
"No," Sam scorned, "just run-of-the-mill sick."
Faith
Faith spat the toothpaste into the sink, then rinsed her mouth, mind ticking over the last month.
"Ok... no. It's ok."
Dean & Sam
"Yeah, because it looks all good," Dean nodded sarcastically.
"Better?" Sam asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Faith
"Yeah... a bit."
Faith bit her lip, thinking.
"Do... no, it's probably nothing."
Sam & Dean
"What?" Sam asked, concerned.
Dean leant forward to flush the toilet.
Faith
"I just haven't... um... you know. Female thing. Once a month. Haven't actually had that this month."
Faith shook her head.
"It's probably not that though."
Dean & Sam
Dean's eyes widened and he looked up at Sam.
Sam opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
"You're pregnant?" Dean finally said.
Faith
"No, it's probably something I ate."
Faith shook her head.
"I don't think it's that. Really. You can breathe easily. It's ok."
Dean & Sam
"But you're not a hundred percent," Dean nodded, "are you?"
"Do you want to see someone? A doctor?" Sam asked, brushing some hair back from her face.
Faith
"Well, no, but..." Faith absently pulled at the waistband of Sam's pants.
"No, it's probably not, honestly. I've been all crazy irregular for years. If it doesn't come next month, then I'll get it checked out."
Sam & Dean
"I meant for the nausea," Sam suggested softly.
"Yeah, cos any doctor knows how to sure Slayer nausea," Dean snorted, leaving the room.
Faith
Faith shook her head.
"Nah, I'll be ok. I'll just drink some water and not do anything too strenuous."
She almost laughed at that last comment.
Dean & Sam
Dean could be heard laughing from the other room, making Sam roll his eyes.
"Ok, then you won't," Sam insisted, "and if that's your choice, I'll be making sure you don't."
Faith
"I love it when you're take charge guy."
Faith grinned faintly, and looked towards the bed.
"Ok, Faith needs to lay down again."
Sam
"Come on," Sam slid a hand under her arms and pulled her up.
He helped her back to the bed and lay her down, pulling the covers over and sitting on the floor beside the bed.
"Oh my God," Dean rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
Faith
"Sam," Faith said, turning to him. "Sit on the bed."
She pouted slightly.
Sam & Dean
"No," Sam outright refused.
"Yeah, you might throw up on him," Dean smirked.
Faith
"Ok, but if you whinge about a sore ass later, you can remember that I was concerned."
Faith handed him the other pillow from the bed.
Sam
Sam took it and put it on the floor beside him.
"I'll keep that in mind," he nodded.