Heyyy! i was wondering if i could request a supernatural fic. Deand and sams little sister (10) has been having really bad nightmares and one night she wakes up in a wet bed. This fic would mean a lot because i struggled with this for a long time🤍🤍 Lots and lots of comfot!!
A/N: sorry for the delay, i accidently didn't save every time i wrote something so i had to rewrite it many times. Also ik the gifs dont match the story but id personally rather have a picture in my mind of who im reading about so yeah ❤️
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You had just woken up-jolted awake-in the dead of night when sticky pyjamas started itching your legs.
You sleepily pulled your leg up, your fingers roaming around to feel for the itchy part when realization hit you-You wet the bed. And as a storm of thoughts started hitting you, tears pooled down your face.
You didn't mean it. You didn't want that to happen. The things haunting your dreams took full control of you. Of your body. You didn't mean for this to happen. What will Sam and Dean think of you. What would they-
"Kid."
A little gasp escaped your throat before you went quiet. You blinked through the tears, still under the shock and fully unprepared.
"Get out, get out. Get out." You histerically shouted, pulling the covers up to hide your body. "Get out!"
But Dean's furrowed eyebrows showed no cooperation. He wasn't about to leave you. And his careful steps contrasting your harsh demand for him to go only showed that.
Your small hands gripped the covers harder as he closed in on you. "Kid, what's gotten into y-"
"Don't-"
"Don't ask me to leave when you obviously need my hel-"
"I don't. Please lea-NO"
A yell that you did not permit escaped your lips when Dean's thigh was only inches away from resting on the bed. "Don't sit! i-i-" A storm of choked up sobs welled up and burst . And it seemed like Dean finally understood when he sighed, understanding and sympathetic.
"Oh kiddo..." His hand gently went for the covers, which you held tighter, but he tugged at it a couple of times and you let go, bringing your legs close to your upper body, enveloping them in a defensive manner.
And just as if you weren't humiliated enough, Sam entered your room, a mixture of worry and sleepiness puzzling his features.
"She..." Dean hesitated, causing embarrassment to flush your cheeks and more tears to gather in your eyes.
"I...I'm sorry. I-I was having such bad nightmares and i-" You sniffled, unable to hold the tears in. "I don't kno-"
"it's okay...Honey, come here." Sam came over, holding his hand out for you to hold. "come here." He softly pulled you out of bed. "Let's go take a quick bath."
You followed Sam to the bathroom, and a shower and a fresh change of clothes later, you find yourself settled in between your pillow,ms, right beside Sam.
He handed you your little bunny when he noticed a change in your features. "Don't...think about it too much, pumpkin." Sam spoke. And it somehow arose that embarrassement and fear within you again. Your cheeks heated up. You were once again feeling the same you were earlier.
"I'm sorry that i caused you troub-"
Your little mumbled was halted when Sam cupped your cheeks, enveloping the entirety of your face. "We're sorry that you have to go through that every night. And that you had to witness the monstrosities of the world at such a young age."
You lowered uour gaze to the ground as he continued. "Please do not apologize to us."
Your brother shifted his body to lay on his side, facing you, and as you did the same, he wrapped his hand around your back, pulling you close to him.
"Nothing can hurt you now. I got you."
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I'm sorry you struggled with that ❤️❤️ i hope this fic brings you the comfort needed ❤️
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requests are open! i’d love to see any allergy scenario with either chase or sam winchester!
requests are indeed open !! i haven't written anything here with s/am so i hope you enjoy 1.3K of allergic s/am. i tried getting a bit more... descriptive? with this one? if that's okay :)
Look, it's not really Dean's fault if his idiot of a brother decided that he could handle things on his own and got himself so drugged up on his allergy medication that he can barely see straight, much less fire a gun with any semblance of accuracy. Dean's responsibility, maybe, but certainly not his fault.
It's not like the accountability changes their current situation, anyway. Sammy's lying down on his bed in their motel room, giggling at nothing and rubbing his nose every couple of minutes, while Dean's covered in dirt and a bit of blood from digging up the grave on his own and getting tossed around by the ghost. He'd thought that the medication would have worn off a bit by now, but apparently, Sam's still high off his ass.
"Deand!" he croaks nasally as the door closes behind the elder Winchester, his excitement still coming through his tone in spite of the raw stuffiness choking his voice. Okay, maybe it is wearing off. "Where were you?"
"Closing our case," Dean responds. He's being gruff, he knows, but digging a grave up solo is a bitch of a task and he really, really wishes Sam had the wherewithal to realize that before he took his meds.
Unfortunately, his brother nods sagely, like Dean's communicated secret information to him, and makes an attempt to sit up. It must cause something in his sinuses to shift, though, since he immediately screws up his face once he's upright.
"You okay there, Sammy?"
"I'mb finde," he lies, and poorly, given that he's scrubbing at his nose and flaring his nostrils for a brief moment before his breath hitches. Dean rolls his eyes. So predictable, his little brother is, like he forgets that Dean practically raised him. He knows each and every one of Sam's quirks and signals that there possibly is to know.
He sits down on his own bed as Sam hitches, breaths gradually getting deeper and deeper until—
"hHRRSH'ah!"
"Bless," Dean says distractedly, pulling off his outermost layer before starting on his boots.
Of course, Sam's not done. His brother gears up for another sneeze, head tipping back as his mouth drops open, and then Sam's bending forward into his elbow with a slightly more contained "H'RRSCHh!"
"Bless."
"Ugh, thangks." Sam, instead of being a normal person and blowing his damn nose, swipes a tissue from the box on the nightstand and wipes at the underside instead. It's not going to do anything, Dean knows that from watching Sam have allergies for years.
He doesn't understand how he can learn all this and Sam, the one who got into Stanford, doesn't ever seem to realize.
Dean sheds his flannel next, leaving him in just a T-shirt and jeans. "Sammy."
He's staring off into space again.
"Sammy!"
"Wha'?"
"I'm going to take a shower. You going to survive?"
Sam waves him off, movements sloppy and uncoordinated. "Yeah, Deand. I was finde while you were ond the case, wasnd't I?"
"You were unconscious for most of that," Dean mutters to himself, but nods in acquiescence. "Just stay on the bed, okay?"
His brother's responding nod almost causes him to fall over, but Sam straightens himself up and shoots Dean a loopy grin.
Yeah, he's most definitely going to be asleep by the time Dean's finished showering.
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"hH-hih? hih'hh... hhkt—!"
Sam pants, loud enough that Dean can hear it from the other side of the bathroom door. He sounds miserably congested, his breaths taken in through his mouth. Dean wastes no time in pulling on sweatpants and another T-shirt and exiting into the main room.
His brother looks awful, his bloodshot eyes puffy and nose tinged pink from the amount of friction that Sam's leveled against it, and that's without even mentioning the additional fact of Sam being stuck in a loop of hitching followed by scrubbing at his nose, scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing at it, as if the itch is simply too deep for him to reach.
"Christ," Dean says, rolling his eyes. "You're really in the thick of it, aren't you?"
"Gedd mbe oud of dis friggin townd," Sam mumbles, so congested Dean can hardly understand him.
He chucks the roll of toilet paper he'd carried out under his arm at Sam. "Blow your nose, Sasquatch," he orders, clearing the empty tissue box off of the nightstand. At least he's had the decency to confine his used tissues to the trash can.
Toilet paper tearing off the roll sounds behind him, and instead of blowing his nose, Sam sniffles yet again.
"Sam."
"I'b fide."
"No, you're not. Seriously, are you telling me that all the medication you took did nothing for you?"
Sam's breath hitches again, then settles into another false start, and he shakes his head lightly. "Id worgked for a liddle bid."
"Blow your freakin' nose, Sam," Dean orders, dropping his voice into the tone their father used to use when he wanted them to obey him without any further hesitations or questions. "I'm serious. You're only making yourself miserable. Either that, or you're going to give yourself a sinus infection."
Sam honest-to-God whines at him, pouting with those big damn puppy eyes and everything.
Dean rolls his eyes. This kid. "Blow. Your. Nose."
Finally, Sam relents, taking up a wad of toilet paper and pressing it to his twitching nose. Dean glances away, if only to let Sam hold onto the illusion of privacy as he exhales into the tissues. There's a couple long seconds of nothing except for the painful sound of air struggling to force its way through blocked nasal passages, and then a wet, gurgling blow as it turns productive.
It's like a dam breaking. Sam's barely taken in another breath, already halfway through folding the stack of toilet paper to keep clearing out his sinuses, when his chest expands, rising and falling rapidly as Dean's giant little brother tries to contain the barrage of sneezes brewing inside of him.
"De-hhe'eh! Deand," he gasps out, although Dean's already moving, ripping more strips of makeshift tissue off the roll and shoving them into Sam's hands, overtop the damp wad already in his hands.
"Just sneeze it out, you'll feel better after," he advises.
Sam shakes his head, eyes pinching closed as he tries in vain to postpone the inevitable sneezing fit. His entire face is contorted with the desperate attempt he's making to hold it off, nostrils flared wide and mouth hanging open as he takes increasingly shallow breaths. "Dohhnd't wadda... hih'hh'HUH!"
"The longer you hold it back, the more you're going to sneeze," singsongs Dean. Seriously, Sammy. One would think that the guy would have gotten over it by now.
"hh... hH'HAH'HUH—"
Sam manages to crush the first sneeze into near-oblivion between his thumb and forefinger, the only thing giving it away being the soft "hkt'ff!" From there, however, it's a losing game.
"hh'hRR'SCHH! HR'RSCH'uh! uKT'SHH'Hh!"
Dean can only go and rub Sam's back, at a total loss for what to do. Sam's allergies haven't acted up quite this badly in a long while, and to be honest, he's not sure if there's anything he can do besides wait the fit out.
"HK'SHH! KT'SCH! TSHH! TSCHH'uh! hh'huh'hHRR'SSH!" Sam pants, bending forward with his hands cupped over his nose and mouth, toilet paper a soggy mess in his hands. "h'RR'SCH-huh! hh'hDT! HRSSH! USCHH!"
"Christ, Sammy, how much do you have left?" asks Dean.
His brother only shakes his head, emerging from his palms, the outer rims of his nostrils slick with mess. "Cadd't... stob... hGKT'SHH! HH'SHAH! ATSCH'uu! TSCH'iu!"
It's a good sign when his sneezes get open and pitchy like that. Sammy's winding down, even if he doesn't realize it yet. He's clearly exhausted, though, given by how little his back is expanding with every sneeze that comes barreling out of his lungs.
"hDT'SHuu! H'ASCHH'iew-ADTSSH'uh! hh... h'HH... huh..."
Sam looks up and blinks, then, sniffling furiously. As if he hadn't just learned his goddamn lesson.
"Bless you," Dean finally offers. Sam only glares through watery eyes, though the effect is diminished by how spent he looks, with mess still outlining his nostrils and making his upper lip shiny. "Come on, dude, let's get you cleaned up."
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yeah another one of these. sorry (brighter timeline)
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URL change! its-super-dope -> zombieboy
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i think maybe we just made horrible mistake
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i miss being in Cats tbh :/
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Guys I can't find my wife where is she I lost her please
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i should probably change my url actually, my last name is Dubois now so it doesnt really work
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