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I'm Fine (Sickfic/Imagine)

"(Y/N)! Let's go!" Dean yelled. Sam was out with Mary doing research in the local library, but you and Dean were going out to find the demon who murdered children at the nearby playground. From what you knew, the demon would possess a party clown at the park, and then one of the children at a birthday party. After a while, the demon would stage a suicide and leave the body before it died. It had already killed forty-three children in the area.

Lazily, you walked out to the Impala. You ran your hand on the sleek, black exterior. You got in the passenger seat and buckled yourself in. You set your elbow on the open window and propped up your heavy head.

"Hey, are you all right?" Dean asked you. You gingerly nodded your head. You let your eyes slowly close.

After what felt like half an hour, Dean shook you awake. The piercing light entered your squinting eyes. He held a finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. You slowly sat up, and grasped the demon-killing knife you kept so close to you. Your stomach turned, forcing you to wince.

"Are you alright?" Dean mouthed. You nodded back, trying to hold your head high. You remembered your golden rule: no showing weakness of any kind.

You both heard movement inside the building. The shuffling continued for a moment before you mustered the strength to follow Dean inside. You held your knife in front of you ready to stab anything that crossed your path.

You heard a little girl giggling inside the cluttered building behind rows of bookshelves. You crouched down on one side of the main room behind a bookshelf, and Dean crouched behind a recliner across the room.

"I see you!" the demon teased. You felt your stomach begin to act up more. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Come out, Dean and (Y/N)," the demon giggled. It's childish voice rang throughout the halls.

Suddenly, your mouth began to water. You swallowed rapidly to supress the urge to puke. You looked over to Dean, who was inching around the corner to look around. You quickly turned your head to the corner and your lunch rose to your throat, and let it out on the floor, making sure Dean wouldn't see or hear. Nausea still sat in the pit of your stomach, but you pretended it didn't exist. You had to stay strong. You couldn't let Dean see you so weak.

"Aw, (Y/N). Not feeling well, are you?" the demon tantalized you. Dean looked over at you, but you had managed to compose yourself to hide your pain. You both shrugged in unison.

Suddenly, loud footsteps from around the corner became audible. You stood up and walked over to the other side of the room, waiting for the demon to show itself. Impatiently, you turned the corner and stabbed the demon, who was just about to walk in. Her face glowed around the skull like a flame going out as she fell to the ground.

"I thought we were going to exorcise her!" Dean yelled. You winced as his yell rung throughout your skull. "You just murdered a kid!" He boomed. Suddenly, your stomach jumped back into your throat and your mouth began to water once more. In a panic, you ran down a random corridor to find a trash can or restroom of some sort.

Out of confusion, Dean chased after you. You just kept running with a protective hand over your mouth. Eventually, vomit filled your mouth and you had to stop running. You leaned up against a wall and spit it all out, allowing yourself to throw up all over the floor.

"(Y/N)! Look I'm sorry! Stop run- oh," Dean called as caught up to you. He saw every last bit of pain you were in. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah... urk... I'm fine," you managed to say between heaves. Dean placed a warm, comforting hand on your back. You reached behind and pushed his hand away.

You wiped you mouth on your sleeve and started sprinting to the Impala with Dean on your tail. You curled up in the back seat and mentally beat yourself up for letting Dean see you so weak. Dean got behind the wheel and leaned back to rub your arm to comfort you, but you were too embarrassed to say anything. You quickly fell alseep as Dean turned the car on. "Tell me if you need me to pull over, okay?" Dean told you. You muttered something incoherent and dozed off.

Dean suddenly shook you awake, but you were to drained to even open your eyes. All you did was groan from the pain. "C'mon, let me help you inside," Dean urged. He reached in and picked you up bridal style and carried you to a couch. "Sam and Mom are home, just so you know," Dean informed you. "SAM! GET A BUCKET OR A TRASHCAN OR SOMETHING!" Dean yelled out for his brother.

"What? Why?" you heard Sam ask. You heard Sam's footsteps get closer to you and something get put down next to your face. "Is she okay?" Sam whispered.

"I dunno. She was vomiting after she stabbed the demon and she seems super weak. She refused to move ever since she got in the car," Dean explained. You felt a cold wrist on your forehead and then it was quickly removed.

"She's burning," Sam noted.

"What's going on?" Mary asked as her footsteps got closer. "Oh, honey," she cooed. You felt her get close. "I'm going to get some pepto, water and a cool rag for that fever you mentioned, Sam. It might help," she whispered. Her soft footsteps began to get quieter.

Dean lifted your head and sat down. He gently placed your head in his lap to prop you up, probably because there weren't any couch pillows. You managed to open your eyes, but the light was too much. Your mouth began to water again and you began to cough. That cough quickly morphed into a gag. Dean quickly pulled your hair back and Sam held the bucket up and winced. You desprately grabbed at the bucket as you painfully only brought up a thin stream of bile. Dean put his hand on your side and gently rubbed in circles. You finally stopped and spat what was left in your mouth into the bucket, letting out a soft moan. You laid your head back down in Dean's lap. You gave up on pretending to be fine.

"Are you okay?" Sam quietly asked. You slowly nodded. Footsteps reentered the room. You guessed it was Mary.

"Honey, do you think you can drink some pepto for me?" Mary asked. You groaned in response. You propped yourself up and Mary held a small paper cup to your cracked lips. Slowly, but surely, you swallowed to disgusting medicine. "Good girl," she whispered under her breath. A glass was now put to my lips. You quickly pulled back, in fear of what she was trying to give to you. "(Y/N), it's just water," she cooed. You took a small sip and hid your face in your arms.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, it's probably just a bug," Mary whispered as she put a cold rag over your forehead. You heard Sam and Mary leave the room.

Dean put his hand in your hair and stroked it. He planted a soft kiss on the top of your head. "I love you, baby," he whispered in your ear. He kept petting your sweaty hair until you fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning to smell breakfast. The scent of warm food made you crinkle your nose in disgust. You walked into the kitchen to see Mary scrambling eggs and frying bacon. She turned around and smiled at you. "Feeling better I hope?" she hummed.

"Getting there. Er... thanks for everything," you answered, holding your head. The light was too bright for you eyes, and the smells were just too much.

You made your way out of the kitchen and into the study where the light was a little dimmer. Sam and Dean were eating the eggs and bacon Mary had made. They each had a huge book open and we're flipping through it. Dean took a sip of his coffee. You sat down next to him.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked.

"I'm fine, I guess," you sighed. Dean wrapped his arm around you and side hugged you. He planted a soft kiss on your head.

"Well, that's good. Eggs?" Sam offered. You soflty gagged at the mention of food, making Sam raise his eyebrows.

"No thanks," you declined, holding a hand over your mouth.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam asked. You nodded.

"Oh okay. Here. Look for something under Highway 65. I think we might have found a connection," Sam handed you a giant book. You flipped to the index and began to research, and getting back to work made you feel ten times better.