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Sick!Dean Winchester X Reader

A/n: Okay yall, in this Dean is your boyfriend and Sam is your best friend. Anyways, I hope yall enjoy it.

The Winchester brothers were SICK.

Sam was currently resting heavily against the bathroom doorframe trying to beg his brother not to call his best friend (Y/n), who so happened to also be Dean's girlfriend. He didn't want her to see him like this, see him weak. Dean on the other hand wanted her here. He felt like absolute shit, he had been throwing up constantly the entire night and (Y/n) always knew exactly how to take care of him and make him feel better and he really needed that right now.

Sam's protests were suddenly cut short when his stomach lurched again and he slid to his knees in front of the toilet once again, making it just in time to empty his stomach into the toilet bowl. He kept heaving mercilessly until his stomach was empty and there was nothing left to throw up. The youngest Winchester brother dropped his forehead to rest against his left arm and used his right hand to wipe away the remains of vomit and the tears that had escaped from his eyes.

He stayed like that for a few moments until he decided the bed would be a more comfortable place to rest. Sam groaned as he pushed himself back on his feet and gripped the edge of the sink while he got through the vertigo that washed over him. As he was leaving the bathroom, he heard Dean on the phone and instantly knew who he called. Sam could be mad later, right now, his only goal was getting back to his bed before he passed out on the hallway floor.

He didn't remember getting back to bed or passing out but apparently, he did cause when he woke next he could feel a light feathery touch stroking his aching forehead. Sam fought to peel his eyes open, blinking a few times to get rid of the fogginess. When his eyes finally began to work properly, he saw the figure of his best friend standing over him, smiling sympathetically at him.

He struggled to smile back, all the muscles in his face were sore from throwing up so many times so it probably turned out more like a grimace. She stops stroking his forehead for a moment and then he feels something cold get laid on his heat-ridden forehead. She stayed with Sam for a few more minutes until he passed out, then when to check on the equally sick Dean.

Dean felt bitter saliva pooling in his mouth and made a mad dash to the bathroom for what felt like the hundredth time, almost knocking over his girlfriend as he was running out his bedroom door. (Y/n) had pivoted and was now following not even 5 feet behind him as he sprinted down the hall and into the bathroom. He lifted the lid and seat then stood hovered over the water, trying to fight off what he knew was inevitable.

He could feel (Y/n)'s hands on his shoulders helping him carefully to his knees in front of the porcelain. Dean gripped the toilet rim tightly, digging his fingers into it as his stomach clenched and released itself into the basin. (Y/n) continued rubbing his back as he got sick, no doubt feeling the muscles in his back tense with every forceful heave that brought up wave after wave of chunky brown sick into already tainted water.

Dean rested his face against the toilet bowl when his stomach finally relaxed, the cool porcelain soothing to his spiking fever that's caused beads of sweat to break out across his brow. Silently, (Y/n) turns on the faucet and searches underneath in the drawers for a clean washcloth. After finding one, she dampens it under the water, making sure it's nice and cold, then closes the lid on the puke filled toilet, flushing it, and helping a barely conscious Dean sit on top of it.

He's barely able to keep his head up and groans quietly as the cool cloth comes in contact with his paled skin. His green eyes fight to open, irises paler than normal, showing how sick he truly was. She debated putting both boys in Sam's room since it would be much easier to look after them when they're this sick if they were together. Deciding that would be best, she carefully leads her unsteady boyfriend to his brother's room, settling him down on the far side of the queen-sized bed so there was plenty of room between the two boys.

She places the cold washcloth from the bathroom back on Dean's forehead, before quickly adjusting the one already resting on Sam's, knowing they both needed the cold for their spiking fevers right now. (Y/n) gathers 2 trash cans from around the house and places one on either side of the bed, within the boys reach. Once they were both settled, Sam asleep and Dean laying slightly propped up on the headboard, she carefully climbs over her boyfriend and sits in between the two brothers.

Dean immediately crawls into her lap. He always got really clingy when he didn't feel good, but she didn't mind. (Y/n) always enjoyed these small moments of extra affectionate Dean. She gently rubs her hand up and down his back in a soothing pattern smiling when he lets out a satisfied groan from her touch. He soon joins his brother in unconsciousness, (Y/n)'s gentle caress lulling him to sleep finally.

She knew it was gonna be A LOT of work to take care of both boys, but she loved them both to death so every moment would be worth it if it meant they felt better.

A/n: Welp I hope yall enjoyed, Please leave me requests that I haven't gotten yet in the comments, I love getting them. BYEEE!!!

~Luna