"DEAN!!!!" You woke up in your bed in the bunker with a painful headache. You called for Dean who was still in the bunker since Sam had to do a supply run.
"(Y/N)?!" He comes rushing in with a gun and holy water in hand. "What is it?!" He says looking around. He points his gun down and looks at you.
"I'm sick..." He just stands there and looks at you as though you've grown 2 heads. He runs out of the room slamming the door on his way out. "DEAN?!" You slowly get up and walk to the door, your blanket dragging behind. You reach the bottom stair to see Dean putting on gloves and a mask as though he was entering a radiation zone. "What are you doing?... Achoo!" You sneeze and Dean flinches backing away from you.
"Are you contagious?"
"Idk... maybe?" His eyes widen as he sprays you with who knows what and runs in the bathroom. "Come on dean! You took care of Sam when he was sick during the trials!" You bang on the door.
"BUT HE WASN'T CONTAGIOUS!" You sigh and slump down on the floor next to the door and lay there, your eyes eventually shut. You drift off into a deep sleep.
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You wake up an hour later to the smell of...cayenne pepper? Your eyes open slowly. you realize you're on your bed again. You see a note on the side of your bed next to a bowl of stew.
Eat, it will make you feel better
- Dean
You pick up the still warm stew and start to eat. "Sleeping beauty has woken up from her slumber," Dean walks in.
"Will you take that mask off?" He shakes his head and sits on the bed with you.
"How are you feeling?" He asks you as he puts a thermometer in your mouth. "Feeling better?" You just shake your head and put the stew down. "Can I get you anything else, your majesty?" He says standing up and bowing.
You chuckle "Movies!" You cough a few times before getting out of bed and grabbing your laptop. You open it up and start to play (Y/F/M) You pat the spot next to you "Sit," Dean just shakes his head. "Please?"
"No,"
"Please?"
"No,"
"Please?"
"No,"
"Please please please please with a cherry on top?!"
"Fine,"
"YAY!!!" Dean sits next to you as you cuddle up next to him watching movies for the rest of the day. If this happened everytime you were sick you wouldn't mind. "I need to get sick more often," You whisper to yourself.
"What was that?" Dean asks
"Nothing," You smile and turn back to the movie.
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Tell me how it was fam! LUV YA BAIIII!!!!!!!!!
Song: Arctic Monkeys - Knee Socks