Sam Winchester Imagines

Imagine: Taking Care Of Sick Sam

"How are you feeling?" you ask Sam.

"Bad to be honest." he replies.

"Maybe you should lay down. I can cook you some dinner." you tell him.

Sam lies down and waits for you to cook him his meal. You cook him his favorite sick meal; vegetable soup. You find it rather disgusting, but he loves it so you make it for him anyways.

You bring the hot soup to Sam. Before you enter his room, you knock first.
"Come in (Y/N)!" you walk in, carrying the soup.

"Thank you so much, (Y/N) this was very nice of you!" he tells you with a weak smile. You could tell he wasn't feeling well. You blush when he smiles at you. He is so adorable, even when he is sick, you thought.

"Before you eat, I should take your temperature first." you inform him. You take away his spoon and he frowns at you, jokingly. "fine." he pouts like a 5 year old. You laugh your ass off.

Once you got back with the thermometer, you ask him to open his mouth. He does so, and you stick it under his tongue. 101.6, poor Sammy! You look at him sadly, "Unfortunately you have a fever." He looks at you and sighs. You give him back his soup and he begins to eat.

You sit with him for a while. You notice him sweating quite badly so you get up and go grab him a wet rag.

"I thought you'd want this since your sweating." you tell him nervously and hand him the rag.

He takes it, "Thanks, (Y/N)! I'm so glad to have you as a friend!" he smiles at you with his stunning smile once again. You turn away quickly so he doesn't see you blushing.

He noticed you turning away quickly to avoid looking at him, "Are you ok?" he asked you concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine." you tell him, trying to act natural. That was close, (Y/N)! Be careful! Your mind was so demanding. You just shook it off and sat in a chair next to him.

You sat in the room until Sam fell asleep. He looks like an angel when he sleeps. You pull the covers over him and walk out.

You take one last look at him before you leave. Sam Winchester, one day you'll be mine.