Supernatural Oneshots

Tourettes

My stomach jolts six times in a row and my eyebrow flicks up and I struggle to breathe, days like this are never enjoyable but I manage - it usually ends in a headache that goes away with sleep.

There's no reason for me to have a tic attack this bad, it's been going on for hours and I've short of breath for 90% of it. I'm alone in the bunker so there's no way for either of the boys to help.

Another half hour of suffering passes and I hear the door to the bunker open. I run out from my room to go welcome the boys, aka hug Sam as a relief.

Dean tends to be a bit of an asshole about my tics which ends up with a fist in his face and a knee in his balls and a whole day of complaining, while Sam is more understanding, he knows what it's like to be stressed and have weird tics every so often - except his are anxiety caused, mine are constant.

Sam will often come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist or shoulders, or both some days, and just hold me against him as I sync with his slowed breathing to calm my body. He'll see me either jolting like I'm crying or see me flick my head when my eyes are going crazy, holding my head is a part of this "relief" for the eyes, or he'll hear me coughing or sniffling.

Sam can tell by the intensity of the hug that it's bad today.

"Look at twitchy, she's glad to see you Sam," Dean teases.

I kick out a leg and Sam picks me up and carries me away before I make contact.

He places me down on his bed and puts his bags away while I watch and tic, groaning and laying on my back in annoyance at how uncomfortable it is.

Sam comes and sits next to me and runs his hand over my stomach to see if it'll work. It doesn't, surprise.

"Been a tough day?" Sam asks, finally breaking the silence.

"Yeah, they've been go-" I say but get interrupted by a tic. "-ing on all day."

I scoot up to the pillows Sam has on his bed and he lays down next to me, our faces inches apart.

"Poor thing, do you need contact?" Sam queries as he gives me a sympathetic look.

I nod in response and roll so my back is facing him and he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me flush against him.

"Tell me about the hunt," I whisper, still ticcing but slowly calming down.

"It went well, it was a small wendigo issue in the state park that was easily solvable, Dean was an ass the entire time though," Sam explains.

"He got a crush?"

"Yeah, on you I think."

"No way," I exclaim with a dead pan voice.

I feel Sam nod and kiss the back of my head.

"It ain't happening so he's gonna have to cope," I say and cross my arms.

I hear Sam chuckle, his voice calms me down enough that I start to fall asleep listening to him go on about the rest of the hunt and all the strange people they met and saved.