Supernatural One Shots

Strep (Dean x Reader) s/f

You're woken up by Dean shaking you.

"Babe, wake up. (Y/n)?" You groan. It's too early to wake up. A hand is placed to your forehead. "You're burning up." Dean turns on the light, and you roll over to look at him. That's when you feel it. Everything. The high fever. The headache. The stomachache. The pain in your ear. Worst of all, the pain in your throat. It's so painful to even swallow.

"Dean, it hurts." Talking makes it worse.

"What does?" He crinkles his brows and pushes your hair over your shoulder.

"Everything."

"You wanna be a bit more specific?"

"Throat. Mostly." You'd had strep before, and this definitely feels like that.

"I don't know... What do I do? I haven't had to deal with this kind of thing in awhile. I mean, I can do cuts and shoulder dislocations, but I don't know about this. I mean, do I take you to the doctor? You look awful. You kept rolling over in bed, then you threw the covers off." Dean's rambling.

"Shh. I'll be okay." You grimace; the talking only made your throat feel worse.

"Like hell. I'm taking you to a doctor."

"Overreacting," you respond.

"Maybe I am, but I love you (y/n). This is the longest long term relationship I've ever been in. I care about you, and I don't want to see you in pain." He looks at you with those damned puppy dog eyes, and you can't help but give in. "Besides, we aren't son a case right now or anything."

"Fine. Bathroom," is all you can manage to say. You slowly sit up in bed, which makes you a little woozy, but not too bad.

"I'll go start the car." Dean gets out of your shared bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxes. He picks up a shirt and turns around. "Are you okay?" he asks, seeing that you're still in bed.

"Just enjoying the view." You smile lazily. Sighing, you get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. After brushing your teeth, you swallow some water. It does nothing to sooth your throat, sadly. You root around under the sink until finally finding some tylenol. You take it; hopefully it will ease the pain and bring down the fever.

You go back into the bedroom, put on some shorts and a thin t-shirt before walking out into the main area of the bunker. Sam is there, already awake, looking at his laptop like always. "What are you doing up?" He glances up at you. "You look like shit."

"Mmhm."

Dean walks in then. "(Y/n) is sick. I'm taking her/him to a doctor."

"Overreacting," you mumble.

"I am not," he begins defensively. "Maybe I am."

Sam chuckles. "Seems like it."

"Shut up, Sam. (Y/n), what are you wearing? It's freezing outside." He goes over to the couch and grabs a blanket.

He starts to put it over your shoulders, but you weakly shove his hands away. "I'm hot," you tell him.

"Right." He tosses the blanket back on the couch. "Let's go."

• • •

Dean stays by your side the whole time. It's annoying that he's making you do this in the first place, but he's cute, which almost makes up for it. The best part is when you lean against his shoulder because you're so tired.

Once in the room, they take your temperature and blood pressure then do the strep test. Basically, they take a long q-tip and rub the end against the back of your throat. Dean looks so confused. "It's fine, Dean." You look at the nurse, and say "He's not used to this."