Supernatural One Shots And Imagines

Sam Imagine

Requested by @obsessed_t6

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Imagine starting your period and Sam comforting you and spending the day with you

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"Why are you being such a brat Y/N?" Dean gets a beer from the fridge.

"Brat? I'm not being a brat, you jerk!"

"Bitch," he mumbles.

I growl, "This isn't funny! I'm not going on the hunt and that's final! I don't feel like it.."

Castiel awkwardly stands in the corner while Dean badgers me. Sam is standing by the door.

"You're going on that hunt. I don't care if your spine is broken; you're going! This is your first important hunt, Damnit!"

I grit my teeth, "I said... I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT OKAY!"

Dean glares my way, "Don't yell at me you little punk! What the hell's your damage?"

"My.. stomach hurts. Really, really bad."

"Really? This is what you're crying about? Kid, I've had bigger pains in my ass."

"It's different!"

"How? I've been on plenty of hunts with my stomach hurting!"

"WELL YOU'RE NOT BLEEDING FROM YOUR VAGINA ARE YOU DEAN!"

Castiel looks at me, "Well, I don't understand that statement, or frankly anything about this conversation. However, I must be- I'm going to- goodbye."

Castiel disappears into thin air, basically. Sam is shaking his head.

Dean starts laughing, "Oh crap, you're on your period! Hah, oh man, that's great."

"It's not funny dick head."

"Yeah, it is. Let me guess? Cramps? Cravings? Oh crap, I gotta hide mine and Sam's multicolored tampon collection. You might use them all."

My eyes fill with tears, "Would you shut up? It's not funny! Just stop! Get out! Go away! Leave me alone!"

"Boohoo." Dean teases again.

Sam pushes Dean, "Leave her alone, or go drink. Go. You need to cool down."

Dean shakes his head and leaves the bunker. We hear the car start up and pull away. Sam sits down beside me, "What do you need? I'll go buy it, whatever it is."

"O-Okay. I need..."

Sam puts his hand on mine, "You can tell me."

"I need- Oh, Sam! This is embarrassing!"

"It doesn't have to be."

"Tampons....and something to eat would be nice. And maybe a Midol."

"Okay, you got it Y/N."

Sam kisses my head gently and leaves the bunker.

I make my way to the bathroom and strip my pants and panties off. They're soaked with blood, "Ugh, shoot!"

I throw them onto the ground. Usually I wouldn't be this emotional about it, but Dean makes me so angry. Castiel made it worse by up and leaving over it. At least Sam is trying to help me.