Supernatural one shots

Sam Winchester-sick day

“Saaaaaam!” I moaned, going into another coughing fit. My moose of a boyfriend popped in from the hallway, and sighed. “You need to stop talking Y/N. It won't make your throat feel any better,” I huffed, and crossed my arms over my chest, as Sam sat on the edge of my bed, and put a hand on my forehead.

“Honey, you're still burning up,” he mumbled. “Ya think?” I groaned, feeling completely miserable. “I'll get you a wet towel to lay across your head ok?” Sam said softly, and left, coming back a minute later with a small wet towel. He gently pressed it against my burning forehead and I sighed in relief. “Thanks,” I whispered.

Sam gave me a small smile. “You're welcome,” he muttered. “Do you want some more tissues?” He offered, and I have a small nod. Sam once again left, and came back with tissues, plus a bag of cough drops. “I haven't been sick since I was little,” I mumbled, taking a cough drop and plopping it in my mouth.

Sam chuckled softly. “Well, at lest you have me to take care of you,” He spoke. I nodded, and took his large hand in mine. “Tell me a story?” I asked. Sam smiled. “Ok. What kind of story?” He asked, adjusting his seated position. I pursed my lips together then grinned. “One of you and dean as kids,” I said.

Sam gave me a look of amusement. “Ok...Let's see...” He thought for a moment before laughing. “Oh I think you'll like this one,” He mumbled. I snuggled into the bed sheets, and listened, As Sam began. “Ok, so, several years ago, when I was...Probably ten years old? The first Narnia movie came out. I forced Dean to take me to the movie theatre, where we watched the movie, and I became obsessed,”

Sam smiled, and continued. “So, later in the day, Dean was watching a show, and apparently I was annoying him because he told me if I checked in the wardrobe, I'd find Narnia. So of course, I believed him. I ran into the wardrobe, only to find a dead end. When I was about to come out, Dean locked me in. I stayed in there for a good twenty minutes before Dean finally let me out,”

I was in a fit of giggles by the time Sam finished. The giggles unfortunately turned to coughs, which eventually subsided. “Oh my poor baby,” I cooed, still smiling at Sam, who rolled his eyes playfully. “I threatened to tell dad, but Dean gave me his pie in order for me to keep quiet. It was the first and only time he's shared his pie with me,”

I chuckled again, but groaned at the aching in my head that it caused. Sam gave me a worried look, but I sent him a reassuring smile. “It's been a few hours since you last had some medicine right? I think another scoop would help,” Sam said, and took a bottle of disgusting cough medicine, pouring a table spoon.

“Oh please no! Have mercy!” I cried, hiding under a blanket. Sam sighed. “Y/N, it's going to help you in the long run,” He promised. “Mph,” I mumbled back. “Baby come on,” Sam begged. I groaned, and reluctantly got out of my blanket fortress. “Hold your breath so you don't taste it,” Sam said, and I nodded, quickly taking the medicine.

I held my breath for a good ten seconds after I swallowed hoping the after taste would be gone, but unfortunately it wasn't. I gagged, and shivered in disgust, while Sam chuckled, but handed me a juice box, which I chugged faster than lightning. “Better?” He asked, and I nodded, no longer tasting the horrid medicine.

“Ok now I want you to sleep,” Sam said, giving me a look. I pouted. “I cant,” “And why is that?” “Because My nose gets stuffy when I lay down!” Sam gave me a sympathetic look, and moved behind me, piling up a bunch of pillows, and propping me up so I was laying down, but still half sitting.

“Thank you Sammy,” I said, smiling. Sam smiled back, and kissed my cheek. “Anything for my princess,” He said, and gave me a little wink. I giggled softly, and Sam moved next to me, and wrapped me in his arms. “No Sam! If we cuddle, you'll get sick!” I protested. “I don't care,” Sam said, only tightening his grip on me.

 I tried to squirm out of his grip, but eventually gave up. “You're an idiot,” I mumbled. “Yes but I'm your idiot,” Sam said, and I could practically hear the smirk on his face. “Yea yea,” I chuckled, and Sam kissed my head. “Sleep. I love you Y/N,” “I love you too Sam,”