Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

What Does This Mean?

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, minor characters

Warnings: fluffy in the beginning, angst at the end

Summary: Even the most simplest of things can go wrong.

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"You need what again?" you asked the younger brother as you got up from your comfortable chair in the library.

"Can you see if we have a book on Thor and Loki? The Norse Gods? I think these killings are either imitating their style or it's actually them," he replied.

"Sam, we have a big ass library with an even bigger storage unit. I think we have something like that," you chuckled as you searched the bookcases intently. Knowing your luck, since you had the best luck in the world, there wasn't such a book on the shelves that you could reach. Of course, the book was here, but it was on a shelf that would require you to at least stretch in order to get it. Sam was your other option, but he asked you to get it for a reason, and you knew he was too busy to get up and get it himself. Eyeing the book on the top shelf, you stood on your tiptoes and reached for it, stretching your torso to the maximum. Your hand brushed the spine of the book, and that is when a sharp pain poked you in the belly button.

"Ow!" you gasped and moved away from the bookcase as you rubbed the spot that hurt.

"What happened?" Sam asked as he tore his eyes from his reading.

"I don't know. I just got this sharp pain near my belly button for no reason."

"Were you stretching to reach the book?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah."

"That's probably why. Haven't done a lot of stretching lately, have you? It's my fault, I should have gotten it myself," he teased as he got up and easily grabbed the book you pointed to.

"You don't have to be so mean," you stuck your tongue out as you returned to your seat with your hand planted firmly on the spot that hurt.

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"You busy?" your wonderful boyfriend said as he popped his head into your shared room.

"Why? What do you have planned?" you asked. Ever since that incident in the library, nothing has happened which made you think that Sam was probably right. Damn, you really needed to do some yoga or stretching to loosen up your muscles. Hunting was a hard life, and it can often lead to knots and tense muscles.

"Want to help me make dinner? I know you love that kind of thing."

"Yeah!" you grinned as you got up and followed him to the kitchen where the ingredients were already out. "What are you making?"

"Lasagna."

"Yummy," you moaned as you washed your hands. Since the noodles were already cooked due to Dean doing that prior to coming to your room, all you had to do was mix the meat, sauce, tomatoes, onions, and everything else you put in the mixture. As you were stirring, the pain in your abdomen came back, but it wasn't as close to your belly button as last time. It was the same kind of sharpness, but it gravitated to the right of your body. The smell of the food cooking mixed with the pain caused vomit to bubble in your stomach. Whatever was happening to you, there was no way you were going to eat this food tonight.

"I don't feel so good," you mumbled as you stepped away from the food.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked as he walked to your side.