Plot: You're sick and Sam just got back from a stressful hunt and you cuddle up to ease each other.
3rd Person
The impala pulled up infront of the big door of the bunker and Sam got out before Dean. Sam was in the rush for bed to get some sleep because their hunting trip stretched them. Their mom went hunting with them too.
He walked towards the door and his brain reminded him that he doesn't hold the key of the bunker. He sighed and turned around to Dean just getting out of the car. "Dean... Please open the door." He whined.
Dean threw the key to him and Sam caught it perfectly. The door opened with the key and Sam ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, with his duffel bag messily thrown to the lit table.
He grabbed food from the fridge, or whatever's left of it, and packed it all in a neat corner. He made popcorn for him and (Y/N). It was cold but he threw some in the microwave and waited for minutes before it was heated up again.
He grabbed it all again in his huge arms and passed Dean with a hurry. Dan ran after him and took a handful of popcorn, which Sam got annoyed about.
Your POV
"Previously on Dance Moms"
The tv echoed and there goes another tissue full of... gunk.
I sniffed and got another tissue. I knew I looked terrible, like I was straight from a dystopian-virus movie. But Sam's not here and I can't do anything. My throat was on fire, my head was weighed by an anvil and everything about my body just gave up.
"Maybe another Stranger Things episode could cure my death-ness." I told myself. I talk to myself. Like I have spoken, inside jokes. Just, weird.
When I changed to Stranger Things's Bathtub, Sam came in the door holding tons of food. When he saw me, he was full of worry.
"(Y/N), are you okay?" He asked. I put on a smile and nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine." Just as another sneeze went in violently.
"You're not fine!" He yelled. "No shit, Sherlock." I muttered.
He sighed and laid down next to me with a bunch of food next to me and a popcorn bowl in the middle of us. We both ate while watching Stranger Things. That is, when the episode ended and Sam cleaned up my bed.
He helped me give a towel bath and gave me meds. Which made me feel better.
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"Thanks, Sammy." He set mo on the bed and he smiled at me warmly. When he took care of me, he also took a quick shower and he was in his pajamas.
He lied down next to me and wrapped his hand around my waist. His face dug in my hair and breathed gently.
"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He muffledly said. He squirmed and felt him pass out.
"Goodnight, Sammy."
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MOMMA'S BACK JERKOFFS! I disappeared for a while ("A WHILE") and I am SO SORRY. It ain't my fault that Supernatural took time from S11 to S12. (That's a really great excuse!) Ideas were in traffic and I was frustrated for months. So sorry for delays but my interest has been up in the air for months. Thank you though. 10k? Jeez. I think it can go higher. Thank you so much!
Maybe I'm the Jerkoff.
-N
