Supernatural Imagines

Sick Days; Sam Winchester

"ACHOO!" You were nearly propelled backwards by the great force of your own sneeze, blinking in surprise at the sudden sound. Sniffling slightly, you tugged the fuzzy blanket over your shoulders some more, wanting nothing more than to get your cup of water and medicine and head straight back to your comfortable room, where your bed was waiting.

Sam looked up at you from the kitchen counter, where he'd been making himself a cup of coffee. Raising a brow slightly, he watched as you shuffled into the room, your thick socks barely making any sound as you padded across the kitchen to retrieve you medicine and glass of water, that was already awaiting you on the counter by the fridge.

"You okay there, (Y/N)?" Sam asked curiously, knowing full well that you were sick, but he was amused by the fact that you dressed up like it was the middle of the coldest month of the year, even though it was fairly warm in the Bunker. The look he received from you only made his smile grow as he breathed out a chuckle and leaned against the counter.

"Do I look okay to you, Samantha?" You snapped, not wanting to mess with the Winchester's teasing right then. Stopping in front of the glass of water and medicine pills, you picked up the small white pills and placed them in your mouth, lifting the glass of water to your lips and taking a sip. Swallowing the pills quickly, you downed the rest of the water and set the empty glass back down on the counter and turned to face Sam.

You couldn't help but smile slightly upon seeing the bitch face Sam was giving you, a bit offended by the name you'd given him.

"Sorry, but I can get away with calling you names cause I have an excuse. I'm sick." You gave him a triumphant smile, to which Sam rolled his eyes to and scoffed. But he didn't say anything back, shaking his head lightly and pushing himself off the counter and made his way over to you, reaching out and placing a large hand on your forehead. The skin on your forehead felt hot to touch, and he quickly pulled his hand away in surprise.

"You're burning up." He observed, frowning down at you as you scowled up at him. "You're coming down with a fever." He added quietly.

"No shit, Sherlock." You grumbled, taking a step back and putting some distance between the two of you. "Thats why I took some pills. Duh." Sam chuckled quietly at that, before gripping your shoulders and lightly spinning you around, beginning to herd you back to you room.

"So it seems. Now, go back to your germ-invested bed, and I'll make you some soup or something to help." He offered as he continued to push you towards the open doorway that led out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

You let out a groan of protest, trying to plant your feet on the ground to keep yourself in place. But it was all in vain, because your fuzzy socks decided to betray you. Scooting across the floor, courtesy of your socks, Sam steered you out the door, down the hall, and down another hall, before somehow ending up in your room.

Huffing quietly, you plopped yourself down onto your bed, the mattress groaning slightly under your weight as you shifted around and got comfortable under the sheets and thick comforter. Pushing the pillows up and fluffy them out a bit, you leaned back and snuggled into the plush pillows. Sam tugged the fuzzy blankets off your shoulders and tucked it in around you, in which you gave him a quizzical look at the fact that he was being this kind and actually trying to nurse you back to health.

"Thanks." You said quietly, giving him a small, grateful smile as you rested your hands in your lap and closed your eyes, letting out a sigh. The sound of footsteps fading made you open your eyes again as you watched Sam leave the room, most likely to make you a nice, hot bowl of soup.

Slipping out your laptop from under your covers, you opened it up and clicked around for a few moments before finding exactly what you were looking for; Netflix. One of the lovely perks of being sick, was that you got to stay in bed all day and binge watch your favorite shows. But that was one of the only perks that you had when you were under the weather. The rest consisted up numerous trips to the kitchen for cough drops, melatonin, cold medicine, and more tissue boxes. In the expanse of two days that you have been sick, you've gone through nearly eight boxes of tissues, and you had to send the boys on a trip to the store to get you more.