TMD: Preferences|Imagines|Oneshots 2

down with disease (d.p.) (requested)

(A/N: This oneshot was requested by AshTray367. I hope you like it! The song in the title is a reference to the song of the same name by Phish. Now, on with the oneshot!)

       I had noticed that Dean didn't seem 100% like himself on Friday morning. He was still laughing and joking around with Fulton and the others before class but he seemed a bit sluggish. Throughout the day, I'd catch him coughing or sneezing at random times but when I asked, he blamed allergies. I took that at face value as it was spring time but I decided to keep a closer eye on my boyfriend than usual.

       It was later that I realized just how out of it Dean was when I caught him sleeping in his favorite class of the day. Now, Dean was known to doze off in class most days but never during history. That had me worried.

       "Babe?" I whispered from my seat next to him. He didn't stir so I poked him with my pencil. "Babe, you okay?"

       He woke up at my jabbing and gave me a sleepy smile. "'m fine. Just a little tired." Dean said, his voice sounding very scratchy.

       "Well, perk up buttercup, we got a game after school today." I whispered back, teasing smile on my own face.

       He stayed awake for the rest of the class but still seemed off to me. I was starting to get worried.

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       Dean slept the whole bus ride to the game which was extremely unlike him. I wasn't trying to hover or anything but I couldn't help feeling worried. If I didn't know any better, I'd think that my boyfriend was sick.

       We were running late due to traffic so when we got to the rival school, we were in and out of the locker room before I could make sure Dean was okay. Soon enough, the game started and my focus shifted. I watched the face off from the sidelines and the outside world faded away as it always did when hockey was played.

       A few minutes in, Orion called for a switch up and I was off the bench along with Dean and onto the ice. I skated alongside my boyfriend, noticing him having a little bit of difficulty getting over the wall.

       "Dean, babe, are you sure you're okay?" I asked, concern filling my voice.

       "Yeah, 'm fine. C'mon we got a game to play." Dean said, but he sounded congested.

       He skated off into the action, me following closely behind. The game was getting intense, the puck flying between players as quick as a shot. It was passed to Dean, who clumsily accepted it, and skated down the ice toward the goal. Just as he was about to make his shot, a player he should have seen coming a mile away, came barreling into him and knocked him down, stealing the puck. Dean stayed down.

       "Dean!" I yelled, skating over to my fallen boyfriend.

       I skated to a stop and fell to my knees beside him. Throwing off both of our helmets, I cupped his face in my hands. That's when I noticed how hot his forehead was. And not just 'I'm playing hockey' hot but sick hot.

       "Aw, babe. You're really sick, aren't you?" I said, softly.

       Dean didn't say anything but coughed. I rolled my eyes at his macho-ness. I waved over to Coach Orion and he came over, helping me get Dean off the ice. We took him back to the locker room and I got the first aid kit out, looking for a thermometer. Finding one, I held it up to Dean's mouth, which he stubbornly kept shut. I gave him a stern look and he begrudgingly opened his mouth.

       "I can't believe you didn't tell me you were sick." I said, waiting for the thermometer to finish.

       "I-" Dean started but I silenced him with another look.

       It was silent until the beeping of the thermometer filled the air. Taking it from him, I frowned at the 100.3* reading that stared back at me. "Damn it, Dean!"

       "I thought I was fine to play." Dean said, shrugging.

       "Well, clearly you're not. I'm telling Coach you're sitting out the rest of the game." I said, making my way to the locker room door.

       "Y/N-" Dean started but I cut him off.

       "You're sick, babe! You're sitting this one out." I said with finality. I walked out of the locker room and back to the sidelines.

       Dean sat out the rest of the game.

~~~

       "You really don't have to baby me, Y/N, I'm fine." Dean said, sitting up in his bed.

       I sat in the desk chair beside his bed, a bowl of chicken noodle soup in my hands. We had won the game and Dean had pouted the entire ride home, having had to sit out. The whole team had gotten a lecture during the first break about not pushing yourself when you know you're not 100%. Now, back in his dorm room, I was free to finally take care of my sick boyfriend; his roommate away for the weekend.

       "Hush. You are sick." I held up a spoonful of soup to his mouth, which he begrudgingly accepted. "Of course I'm going to baby you, idiot." I said with an eye roll of affection.

       We sat in silence for a little while, me just feeding him soup. When it was all gone, I put the bowl down and pulled the comforter up under his chin. Dean laid down more and rested his sweat soaked head against the pillow. I grabbed the soaking rag next to his bedside and placed it on his forehead.

       Dean sighed in contentment as the cool rag hit his hot skin. "Thank you." He whispered, eyelids drooping. He reached out and grabbed my hand, which I gladly accepted.

       "You're welcome." I whispered back, sitting back in the chair. "Get some sleep, babe." 

       Dean nodded and fully closed his eyes. Within minutes, he was asleep. I smiled softly before getting into a more comfortable position to sleep; half on the bed, and half on the chair. It was a bit of a rough night but I was happy to be there to take care of my Dean.

(A/N: Thanks again to AshTray367 for the request! I hope you liked it! I love a good sick fic so this was fun to write! Requests are currently closed but the 65k Oneshot Special poll is live so get your votes in! That's all for now! Until next time! Thanks!!)