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The shield - shield style (long)

The hotel room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to block out the midday sun. Y/N lay curled up in the bed, her face flushed from the fever that had knocked her out earlier in the day. Roman sat beside her, one leg stretched out on the bed and the other planted on the floor, watching over her like a protective guard. Seth and Dean were on the other bed, each on their phones, though their eyes flicked to her every few minutes.

"She's been asleep for hours," Dean muttered, tossing his phone onto the bed beside him. "You think that's normal?"

Roman gave him a side-eye. "She's sick, Dean. Sleep is good for her."

"Yeah, but—"

"She's fine," Seth interrupted, not looking up from his phone. "Her body's just fighting whatever this is. Don't freak out."

"I'm not freaking out," Dean retorted, sitting up straighter. "I'm just... checking."

Roman smirked, shaking his head. "You're the one who freaked out when she sneezed earlier, like she needed an ambulance."

Dean scowled. "First of all, I didn't freak out. I was being cautious. You two act like I'm over the top or something."

Seth raised an eyebrow, finally looking up. "Because you are over the top. You practically knocked over a waiter when she said her head hurt."

Dean pointed a finger at him. "That guy was slow with the soup. I'm just saying."

"Soup doesn't cure a headache," Roman muttered under his breath, brushing a hand over Y/N's hair. As he moved, his thumb brushed against the bracelet on her wrist—a simple beaded one with his name spelled out in black letters.

He smiled faintly, running his fingers over the smooth beads. "Still wearing this, huh?"

"Of course she's still wearing it," Seth said with a teasing grin. "A fan made it for her, and it's got your name on it. Pretty sure it's her favorite accessory."

Dean snorted. "And yet she's still dating all of us. Weird."

Roman ignored them, his attention focused on the bracelet. "Looks good on you, baby girl," he murmured softly, his fingers idly tracing the beads.

At that moment, Y/N stirred, a soft groan escaping her lips. Roman was the first to lean in, his voice gentle. "Hey, baby girl, you okay?"

Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with fever, and she blinked up at him. "I... don't feel good," she whispered.

"I know, sweetheart," Roman murmured, brushing a cool hand across her forehead. "You've got a fever, but we're taking care of you."

Dean was off the bed in a flash, hovering on the other side. "You need anything? Water? A snack? Blanket? I can grab whatever."

She shook her head weakly. "No... just tired."

Seth, still seated on the other bed, called over, "You're already doing the smart thing by resting, Y/N. Let us handle everything else, okay?"

She gave a small nod but suddenly froze, her eyes widening. "Bathroom," she mumbled urgently, trying to sit up.

Roman reacted first, scooping her up before she could stumble. "I got you. Easy."

Dean and Seth were right behind them as Roman carried her into the bathroom. The second she reached the toilet, Seth knelt down, gathering her hair in one hand and gently rubbing her back with the other.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Seth murmured soothingly. "Take your time. Just let it out."

Y/N's body trembled as she leaned over the toilet, her stomach rejecting whatever little she'd managed to eat earlier. Roman crouched on her other side, his large hand steady on her shoulder.

"Breathe, baby," he said softly, his voice steady. "We're right here."

Dean stood in the doorway, his hands on his hips, looking like he wanted to jump in but unsure how. "Is it weird if I grab a washcloth or something? She looks miserable."

"Do it," Roman said without looking up.

Dean grabbed a clean towel and ran it under cold water, then handed it to Seth, who pressed it gently to Y/N's forehead and neck once she finally stopped heaving.

Y/N sagged against Roman, utterly exhausted, and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Don't you dare apologize," Seth said firmly, brushing stray strands of hair away from her face. "You can't help being sick."

Roman lifted her easily, carrying her back to the bed. "Let's get you cleaned up and comfortable."

Dean followed them back, already rummaging through the bags. "I swear I packed that medicine somewhere. Seth, where the hell did you put it?"

"In my duffel, bottom pocket," Seth called over his shoulder as he helped Roman sit Y/N up to change her into fresh clothes.

Dean grumbled something about Seth being unorganized but finally found the bottle. "Got it. And it's the gross-tasting kind. Great."

Y/N made a small noise of protest. "I don't want that..."

Dean crouched beside her, holding up the little cap filled with medicine. "I know, sweetheart, but you gotta take it. Just a quick sip, and then I'll make you something to eat, okay?"

She wrinkled her nose but drank it, shuddering at the taste. "That's awful."

Dean chuckled. "Told you. But you're a champ."

Once she was dressed in fresh pajamas, Roman tucked her back into bed while Seth fluffed her pillows. Dean disappeared into the small kitchenette, muttering about toast and tea.

"You're all doing too much," Y/N murmured, her voice weak but laced with gratitude.

"We'll never do enough for you," Roman replied, kissing her forehead. "You're our girl. This is what we do."

Seth sat beside her, holding her hand. "Just relax, Y/N. We've got everything handled."

Dean returned a few minutes later with a plate of plain toast and a steaming mug of chamomile tea. "I'm not a chef, but this'll help."

"Thanks, Dean," she whispered, nibbling on the toast as Roman helped steady the plate.

Once she finished as much as she could, she sank back into the pillows, her eyelids drooping. Roman gently took her hand, his thumb brushing over the bracelet again. "Still wearing my name," he murmured with a small smile. "You're making me look good, baby girl."

Y/N smiled faintly, her voice sleepy. "Always."

Dean pointed at her as he walked to the other bed. "You owe me a dance or something when you're feeling better."

"Dean, let her rest," Roman muttered, lying down beside her and pulling her close.

Y/N smiled faintly, her head nestled against Roman's chest. Surrounded by their care, she felt safe, loved, and already a little better.