SPN One Shots... (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Under The Weather

Warning: sick!Dean, sick!Sam, vomiting, cuddling, pinning, fluff, brief mentions of violence and blood (hunting vampires)

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Sam's POV

"Hey, Dean, are you feeling okay?" I asked after glancing at him from the passenger seat in the Impala a few times over the last half hour.

He'd been acting off since we stopped at the dinner a few hours back. He looked paler by the minute and his stomach kept making this weird growling sound. He always put on a strong face, but I could tell when he wasn't feeling well.

"I'm good." Dean grumbled, keeping his eyes glued to the road.

"Want me to drive for a bit?" I offered, pushing him slightly.

"I said 'I'm good'. I can do it." He grunted, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were white and I reached over, placing the back of my hand on his forehead.

"Dean, you're burning up," I worried before he shoved away my hand and growled.

"I'm fine, man, get off me."

"Would you just stop for a minute and pull over." I argued, pointing out the sign for the exit coming up.

"Y/N's waiting for us... we've only got another four hours to go." Dean said, glancing at his wristwatch.

We were on our way to meet Y/N a couple of states over who called up looking for some back up with a vamp nest she had stumbled onto. Y/N Y/L/N was quite the hunter, nearly as tough as a Winchester and I knew Dean had a thing for her since we'd met her. But she never fell for his playboy facade.

"I think she's gonna have to wait a little longer than that. You're sick, dude." I announced.

"No, I'm not."

"Yeah, you are."

"Nu-uh-"

"Here, take this exit, we'll regroup at a motel and call Y/N. It's late anyways." I insisted, Dean taking the off ramp without much convincing.

"Fine, but only because you're tired." He caved, pulling into the first motel he saw.

I checked us in, letting Dean sit in the car, surprisingly without any argument despite his utter denial of being sick. Insisting every step of the way that he was fine and he didn't want to keep Y/N waiting. Yet, the second I unlocked the door to the motel room, he pushed past me, rushing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

It was close quarters and it was easy to tell that he was tossing his cookies, quite a bit actually. I knocked twice but he told me to give him a minute, adding in a few choice words here and there between bouts of hurling.

I decided to give him some space and called up Y/N letting her know that we weren't going to make it there according to our previous conversation. And gave her the number of some hunter nearby that I thought could help her out instead. Dean would be furious if he knew I pawned the job off on someone else, mainly because he just wanted to see Y/N, poor guy was jonesing pretty hard for her. But I would rather her have some sort of backup than go at it alone.

"Dean?" I called through the door once the sound of his hurling stopped.

"Hey, give me five minutes for a shower and I'll be good to hit the road." He said, opening the door and leaning against the frame, looking all sorts of wrecked.

"You're kidding me, right?!" I glared down at my big brother, giving him my classic bitch face; he was always acting too tough for his own good. "I called Y/N, she said the hunt can wait until you're feeling better." I lied, for now. I'd tell him in the morning about the other hunter, when he was feeling better.