#so i’m gonna grab myself a bowl (in case i puke again) a spare blanket and my charger

[mars-ipan]

you folks r not gonna believe what just happened to me

[czarcasmqueen02-blog]

Imagine Dean Taking Care of You When You’re Sick and You End Up Hearing Some Things

A/N: I thought of this while I was sick today which sadly proves how much Supernatural has affected my life

Warnings: none I think

Word Count: I’m too lazy to count

You had woken up pretty early even though you rarely ever do that. Then you got a queasy feeling in your stomach. Something was wrong. 

You had just finished throwing up when you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Y/N you in there?” You heard the familiar gruff voice of Dean in the morning. 

“Yeah,” you gagged, “I’ll be out in a sec.”

“You okay?” Through the door you could still hear the concern in his voice.

You couldn’t answer due to the fact that you were throwing up. 

“All right Y/N, I’m coming in weather you’re naked or not.” Dean opened the door to the lovely sight of you pouring your guts out into the toilet. 

“Agh shit Y/N you alright?” Dean tried not to gag.

“Just peachy,” you had managed to grumble out before throwing up once more. 

“All right that’s it we’re taking a sick day.” 

“We?” You blew out your nose.

“Yeah, Sammy found a case a few towns over, nothing he and Cas can’t handle. It’s alright, I’m gonna’ stay here and take care of you.” He handed you another tissue. 

“I’m fine, I can take care of myself,” You said before swaying a little. You had started to feel really lightheaded all of the sudden. 

Dean put his arm around you trying to help you with your balance, “No you’re not,” Your head started to lob around, “Shit this is worse than I thought.” 

                                                       *******

You had woken up in one of Dean’s old flannels and some cotton shorts. Where were you? You thought. You slowly sat up and realized that you were in Dean’s bedroom. Dean’s Bedroom. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Dean’s voice, “I know Sam, but she’s been asleep for hours and her shirt had some puke on it. What else was I supposed to do?” 

Dean was in the other room talking to Sam on the speakerphone. The door was halfway open so you could hear them both clearly.

“I don’t know Dean, maybe wake her up and tell her to change?”

“I know, but I have never seen her like this. This flu has knocked her on her ass.  I’m starting to get worried.”

“Relax Dean, your girlfriend will be fine. Soon she’ll be all better so you can grow a pair and confess your undying love to her.”

“Shut up, I’m working on it.”

You blinked, Dean had a crush on you? You mean sure he was cute and had one hell of a personality but you had never thought that there was even a possibility that he would like you back. 

Your stomach started to make some unfriendly noises. This can’t be good. You doubled over and puked into Dean’s trashcan. 

“Hold up Sam, I’ll call you back, I think Y/N’s up.” 

He came into the room and rushed over to pull your hair back. You couldn’t help but sink into the warmth of his hands. Just his touch sent shivers down your spine. 

“All right Y/N get it all out, I’ve got you.” 

Once you had gotten most of it out of your system you sat back up, “thanks Dean,” was all you had managed to get out before puking again.  

“Anytime, and if you”re up for it I made you some soup.” 

“Please tell me it’s not John’s Cure All Kitchen Sink Stew. That shit is dreadful.”

Dean chuckled, “No, I made Progresso.”

Damn, maybe he really did like you. 

“Let me go and get you a bowl,” He walked out of the room and out of your sight. 

You laid back down and without even realizing it, you fell back asleep. 

You felt warm hands softly shake you awake. Your body tensed up ready for a fight even though you knew you weren’t capable of it. 

“Shhhhh, hey it’s me, I brought you your soup.” 

You released your fists and sat back up. The smell was too good to ignore. You gave in and grabbed a spoon. 

Once you dug in Dean chimed in, “Woah, easy tiger. Slow down, we don’t want you to throw up again. Take it easy.” 

You gave an unattractive slurp, “sorry, but this is actually pretty good. And hey, at least I’m eating.” 

“Yeah true,” Dean sighed, “How are you feeling?”

“Like crap on toast, what else is new?” You set down your bowl, “You know you really didn’t have to stay with me today. You should be out there doing what you love, hunting. Not taking care of some sick slug when you could be saving people.” 

Dean sighed, “Okay first of all, I wanted to stay here and take care of you. Secondly you’re not that sick,” he lied, “but you got the slug part right.”

You cracked a smile. 

“There’s the smile I’ve been lookin’ for.” 

You twisted your head to look back at him, “why?”

Dean looked at you, “why what?” Then he tilted his head as if he was understanding something for the first time, “Oh you mean the slug thing? You know I’m just kidding Y/N,” he licked his lips smiling.

You shoved his arm with all of your strength, (which wasn’t that much). Dean looked at you sympathetically, it was worrying him how weak you were getting. 

“You know what I mean, why did you want to stay here and take care of me? Who am I to you?” You regretted your words as soon as they came out of your mouth, you realized how pathetic you sounded.

Dean sighed as if he was about to get something off his chest. In reality, he really was, “You’re Y/N Y/L/N, one of the best damn hunters that I’ve ever known,” he tucked one of your stay hairs behind your ear. 

Just that simple touch sent more shivers down your spine. 

“Look Y/N, I know that this isn’t the most perfect timing, but I really need to get this off my chest. I like you Y/N, I like you a lot. Hell, I’ve had a crush on you ever since you saved my ass from that wendigo last summer, and damn it I just can’t shake this feeling. So just please be honest with me and let me down easy if you don’t feel the same way.” He said it so fast you weren’t sure if you heard him right.

Then it was silent. 

“Damn it Y/N don’t just leave me hangin’ here,” Dean raked his fingers through his hair.

“Dean I-” You cut yourself off by hunching over to throw up in the trashcan. Perfect.

“Damn Y/N I get it, but you could’ve just told me,” he joked trying to hide his disappointment. 

You tried to compose yourself hoping that you didn’t just screw this up in .02 seconds. 

“I’m just gonna’-”

“Ilikeyoutoo,” You blurted out before you could even stop yourself.

Dean turned around, “what was that?” he asked smiling knowing exactly what he was doing. 

“I....like.....you too. There, I admitted it, ya happy?” You folded your arms.

Dean laughed, “wow I never would have thought that you would ever feel the same way.”

You laughed along with him, “me neither.” 

Then there was silence....again.

You shivered, your adrenaline was slowly fading away.  

“Are you cold?” Dean asked.

Well no shit Sherlock. You thought. 

“Here,” Dean grabbed a spare blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders.

Then you two just sat there in the blankets. You were wrapped in his warm embrace. It was perfect.