Dean Winchester Imagines

Imagine... Taking care of Dean while he's sick

"Hey hey hey, be careful," Dean winced at the cold towel you placed on his head, "that's friggin' cold!"
"And your forehead is hot, this is gonna make you feel better," you said fixing the towel.
"I'm fine," Dean said.
"You're sick," you replied.
"I don't get sick, I'm a warrior," Dean protested.
"You have all the symptoms of a fever," you said pouring some medicine into the small cup.
"No, I'm okay, in fact I'm-," Dean sneezed.
"Sick," you said handing him the medicine.
"Do I have to? This stuff tastes like ass," he said.
"Yes, now stop whining and drink," you said. Dean drank the medicine and made a face of horror.
"Yep, that's worse than I remembered," he said grabbing the water next to him.
"Now you stay in bed," you said pulling the sheets onto Dean, "you've been taking care of the rest of the world, it's time you get taken care of," you smiled and kissed him on the cheek, "How does chicken noodle soup sound?"
"With a-," you cut Dean off.
"A slice of pie, I know," you said walking towards the door.
"Thanks Y/N," Dean sighed.
"Anytime," you said leaving Dean's room.