•~Supernatural Preferences & Imagines~•

•He is Sick•

Sam: your POV

Sam coughed wildly and sat up in attempt to breath better. There was no way he could go hunt or even go outside with an illness like he did. Over the pass few days he's being coughing, sneezing, and he even vomited.

"Sammy come here." He turned to me and covered his mouth with his hand. I pressed my hand to his burning forehead. "You have to stay in."

"What?" He started coughing again. "It's nothing. I'll get better."

"I will tie you down if I have to. You're way to sick to go hunt. When you're better you can go." Sam pouted, but he still laid back in the bed. I prepared a nice warm soup for him, brought a glass of water his bed, a bucket just in case he needed to vomit again, and some of his favorite movies.

"(Y/N) you didn't have to do this." He smiled at me admiringly.

"You're sick Sam. I wasn't going to let you sit here dying from coughing." I put in one of the movies in and hopped into the bed next to Sam. He was sitting up now so he could eat his soup, but as soon as he was done he shifted down and wrapped his arms around me.

"Thank you." He whispered and tried to kiss me, but I dodged it quickly.

"I'm not trying to die." I laugh. Sam rolls his eyes and pulls me back to his side so we can cuddle for the rest of the day while we watched movies together.

Dean: your POV

Dean rushed into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. I felt bad for him. He ate some bad food and now he had an insane stomach ache, and was vomiting. He barely got any sleep because he was constantly feeling like he was going to explode. Dean was also really weak because he wasn't eating. Strange, but I don't blame him.

"Dean, honey just get some rest." I said running my hand through his hair.

"I can't." He groaned and attempted to push himself up, but instead his arms gave out and he fell face forward into the bed.

"Try. I'm going to make you some soup and get you some water." I kissed his forehead and left with that. I came back 20 minutes later and Dean was twiddling his thumbs while he was lying down. "Here you go." I handed him the soup and placed the water beside the bed.

"I'm probably going to throw this up." Dean said referring to my soup.

"It's that or plain crackers and gingerale." Dean chose the soup. When he was done he put the bowl on his drawer next to the bed.

"(Y/N), stay in bed with me." He begged when I started getting up to put the dishes in the sink.

"Dean I-"

"It'll help me sleep." He smiled sheepishly and stretched out his arms for me like a baby would for a toy. I sighed and got into the bed with him. He pulled me against his chest and sighed getting comfortable. We both ended up falling asleep. The next morning Dean felt better and surprised me with breakfast as a thanks for taking care of him.

Castiel: your POV
(Cas is human)
Castiel is still getting used to being human. He doesn't understand why we always need to use the bathroom, or why we always need to eat, but he's learning.

"(Y/N) come quick." Cas said over the phone, panic rising in his voice.

"What's wrong?" Cas got caught in a coughing fit.

"I think," cough, "I'm really sick," cough, "and I'm going to die."

"Woah calm down." I laughed. "You're not going to die. Drink some water, I'll be there soon." It only took me five minutes to get there, but when I did Cas ran into me and held me tightly. "Hi." I laugh.

"(Y/N), this isn't funny." He pulled away and frowned.

"You're going to be fine, you just have a cold." I put my bag down and walked into the kitchen with Cas following me.

"I am not cold. I'm actually very warm." Cas said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I mean you don't have a extremely bad illness. You'll live." I gave him water so he had something to drink while I prepared him some soup and gathered blankets for him.

"I don't need blankets." He said.

"You need to stay warm." I patted the couch and gave Cas blankets. He wrapped himself up in the blankets and watched me as I finished up his soup.

"Here you go." I gave him the soup and a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you (Y/N)." He smiled and began to eat his soup. "Are you sure this will make me feel better?" He pouted a little bit.

"Yes I am sure." I laugh again. Cas finishes the soup and then pulls me under the blankets with him.

"Thank you (Y/N)." Cas whispers and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek.