Supernatural imagines

DeanxReader.

I coughed, then regretting doing it. My throat felt sore and dry again, which gave me the conclusion to find something to drink.

I have been sick for days. I haven't really gotten the time to actually relax, so Dean and Sam forced me to stay away from hunting until I get better. I wasn't mad about it though.

I groaned as I got up from the couch, and made my unsteady way to the kitchen. My body felt weak and was just about to collaps, but I managed to keep going just a bit.

I opened the fridge and quickly snapped a beer. I walked out, but my foot somehow managed to get ... stuck? Yeah, stuck. I was actually ready for the fall, since I felt so sleepy, but I let out some pure, magical words; "FUCK."

Right before the fall, I heard Dean saying my name, then catching me with his hands under my armpits. The beer, on the other hand, landed on the floor. Good thing I hadn't opened it.

"Hey," he said as he helped me up, then lowered me on the couch. I laid back, closing my eyes and with my one arm over my forehead. I could sense him sitting next to me, just by the smell of his perfume.

He didn't say anything, he just wrapped a blanket over me. He then tried to remove my hand, "Let me feel your forehead," he said as he gently placed his hand on it. "You're burning up." He said, "I'll be right back," he got up, leaving me.

I didn't want to say anything, because to be honest, I loved it. This thing when Dean is protecting and helping me. It was hella cute when you actually thought about it.

A cold hearted murdered who kills every monster he lay his eyes on and have literally been to hell and back, would stop whatever he was doing just to help his own people. His family. He would give up every single little thing he had to help someone and it would show, even though if he tried to hide it.

I knew Dean and he didn't like showing feelings, but I knew him too well. He would anything for family and that is the one of the smallest thing I loved about Dean.

"Here you go," he said as he came towards me and applied something cold on my forehead, feeling how my body began to sink with the coldness. "Say something."

He said and gently clapped his hands together, looking deep into my eyes with the smile I adored more than the smirk.

"Like what?" I asked.

"I don't know. Are you always so silent when you're sick?" He chuckled.

"I'm never sick, so yeah." I said and tried to laugh, but it ended up with an awful cough. I sat straight up, while I felt Dean's warm hand touching my back- no, stroking me. He hussed me and kept stroking. I seriously thought I had coughed up some blood, but thank God I didn't. It would've been a mess.

"I feel like a little kid," I said and tried to give him a little laugh, but not too much that I would die by breathing problems or something.

He chuckled, "and I feel old." I smiled and laid back down. He removed his warm touch and took the blanket over me again.

"Wait, weren't you and Sam suppose to be on a hunt?" I asked, confused.

"Relax. I'm not going, sorry to disappoint you," he let out a chuckle, "I'm staying here with you." He finished.

"Thank you, Dean, but you should rather be saving lives than being here with me, doing nothing but spoiling me." I said.

"But I want to stay here." He jokily said, but then got serious, "I want to be here with you." I gave him little smile, even though I felt like dying. He wanted to be here with me.

"Well, then you're gonna catch whatever I've got," I said and tried to laugh to increase my blush, which, apperently didn't work.

"Now," he got up and clapped his hand once again, "Do you need anything?" I shook my head. "water?" I thought a bit about it, but shook it as I thought about how my throat would react to it.

"Maybe a blanket," I said and yawned. He nodded and walked away. My eyes were about to collaps, but quickly gave up as Dean came to vision again.

"I didn't find a blanket," he threw his tumble over his shoulder, "But if you're freezing, you can use my bed. It's very warm there." He said with a funny wink.

"Alright, thanks." I said, while remembering what he said, "You do know how weird that sounded, right?" Dean laughed, "You've a dirty mind."

I got up, but managed to stumble a bit, again. Dean apperently noticed and took his hand around my waist and with my arm over his shoulder.

"You're stumbling a lot today," he said with a cheesy grin. "Well, I'm not working." He chuckled and we walked towards his bedroom.

I wanted more of this side of Dean, but it could be hard. I would be needed to play fake sick everyday, and he would probably get tired.

We came into his room, which smelled like him, but stronger. The smell that would make your imaginations turn into hot men with six pack and axes. I don't know what's up with the axes, it's just kinda hot.

"There you go," Dean said as he gently put me down on his bed. I groaned as I turned my back from Dean, while curling up in a ball. He packed me up, giving me the warmth I needed. Dean sat on the bed's edge, I could feel it. He began stroking my back again, and I loved it.

I didn't want to end this moment by saying something because this could be the last time.

"You're freezing." Dean finally said.

"Yeah," I quietly agreed.

Next thing I knew, was Dean trying his best to silently curl up under the sheets with me. My cheeks grew hot and my palms began to become sweaty. He took his arm around me, while pressing himself up to my back, making me feel warm enough to breathe normally and think straight.

"Is this alright?" He asked as he put his hand over my side. I could feel his breath on my neck, and I felt like flying. I never knew how much I needed this, until now. I thought I liked Dean a little, but now I just felt completely different.

"Yeah, it's perfect." I said, "Thanks, Dean." I could sense his confusion,

"Wouldn't hesitate, sweetheart."

My heart began to actually beat normally, which must be good. We were dead silence. I even prayed to God he didn't fall asleep because I wanted to talk more. I wanted to hear his comfortable rough voice and careness. I wanted him.

"Goodnight, beauty." He finally said after a long silence. With my heart racing and my cheeks growing even more hotter, I managed to say goodnight back.

After that, I heard his voice coming closer to my ear.

"I love you."

He whispered just enough to make me hear.