Supernatural One Shots

M o t h e r N a t u r e i s a W h o r e (Sam x Reader)

: It's that time of the month and you are dealing with major cramps. The kind that leaves you rolling around on the floor...literally. The boys find you and Sam tries to help you out with a little massage :

You clutched your lower abdomen as you crawled onto the bunkers cold floor. It felt like someone was stabbing you, over and over.

Sam and Dean went on a beer run so you took the chance to do a couple goofy yoga moves Buzzfeed told you about, but the pain still resided. 

You heard the boys enter the bunker with plastic bags in hand.

"Uhh Y/N?" Sam said as he set the bags on the tablez. You were sprawled out with your hands rubbing your lower tummy. "Are you ok?"

You groaned and rolled on your side in fetal position. "I'm dying Sam. Literally dying."

"I...I don't understand."

"Cramps Sam. It's that time of the month and it feels like someone is punching my stomach repeatedly." You groaned when you tried to get up.

"Brutal," Dean said opening a beer. "Aren't there pain killers you can take for that?"

"Yes and I've already taken four capsules."

"Would...would it help if I rubbed your stomach?" Sam said running his hands through his hair.

"Dude, creepy." Dean said, you laughed which made you cringe in pain.

"Remember how I lived with Jess for a couple of months? I know that cramps can be a bitch and Jess always felt better after I rubbed her stomach." Sam said kneeling down to you. You nodded giving him permission to touch you.

Sam lifted up your shirt a little bit and placed his hands on either side of your stomach. You were surprised at the warmth of his big hands as he began to rub in deep circles with his thumbs. You winced and he eased up.

After a few minutes, you moaned and Sam looked down at you, his hair cascading around his face. You could feel your cheeks start to burn. He gave a goofy grin and continued massaging your stomach.

"There, how does it feel now?" Sam said letting go, a rush of cool air from where his warm hands where gave you goosebumps. You tugged your shirt down and smiled. Your gut no longer felt like a punching bag. Sam helped you up and you grabbed a beer, sitting down next to Dean.

"Mother nature is a whore." Dean said, you almost spit out your beer and Sam laughed.