Supernatural Oneshots

Dean X reader- Busy days can lead to upset stomachs

this chapter was requested by someone who wants to remain anonymous. In this chapter Dean is so busy that he ends up getting a upset stomach. enjoy!

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"Dean have you looked in this book?" you jumped down from the ladder and threw the book on the table. He barely glanced at it before putting it on a large pile of books. We were researching on how to take down a ghost that had been attacking people every Friday the 13th that occurred.

"Y/N I'm a little busy right now so I'll look it later ok?" he grumbled. You huffed and left the library, heading towards the kitchen.

"Hey Y/N where you going?" you almost walked head first into Sams torso.

"I'm just going to get something to eat for Dean. He hasn't left that library in days." he nodded and patted you on the shoulder before heading in the opposite direction. You walked into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge. You grabbed a bunch of random stuff to make Dean a sandwich. You pulled out a weird looking cheese that had been crammed at the back of the shelf.

"Is it supposed to smell like that?" you muttered to yourself. You shrugged at put it on the sandwich along with everything else. You walked back into the library and stuck the sandwich in front of Dean. He ignored it as he flicked through more books.

"For god sakes Dean!" you shouted at him. He jumped up, banging his knees under the table.

"You've been at this for days and you've barely slept or eaten so please will you get your head out of that book and just eat something?!" he stared at you with a mix of shame and surprise.

"I'm sorry..." he dragged the plate over and dug into the sandwich, eating until nothing was left.

"You ok?" he rubbed his eyes.

"Why don't you go sleep for a while?" you asked him as you picked up the plate. he stood up and nodded as he followed you out of the room and headed to his bedroom.

later that night

You sat up sharply as you heard the loud thudding of footsteps past your room and the loud slam of a door. You slipped out of your bed and pulled open the door. You saw Sam walk out of his room, yawning loudly.

"What was that?" you both looked to the bathroom.

"You go back to bed I got this." he looked at you with confusion before shrugging and closing his door. You walked over to the bathroom and pressed your ear to the door. You heard coughing and what sounding like liquid splashing against a surface.

"Dean? Is that you?" you pushed the door open a little and saw a pale figure curled on the floor.

"Aw Dean...." you knelt down next to him.

"I think it was that sandwich you gave me." he whispered, his voice all hoarse. He gagged and you moved out of the way as he ducked his head into the bowl and threw up violently. You rubbed his sweaty back as he gripped tightly onto the bowl, his knuckles turning white.

"I'm sorry Dean this is all my fault. I thought I was helping you by bringing you food." he waved you off, spitting into the bowl.

"Its fine don't worry..." he breathed deeply, spitting every now and again. His glance never  turned away from the water in the bowl. You grabbed a cloth and wiped down his forehead. Suddenly his stomach made the loudest gurgling sound, making you jump. Dean burped but it sounded very wet and sickly.

"You got air trapped?" You rubbed his stomach and he made a weird noise with his mouth. You shuffled so that you were sitting behind him. You wrapped your arms around his stomach and pushed gently. He burped again and gagged heavily, saliva dripping from his mouth. You pressed a little tighter and this time sick dribbled out his mouth. He coughed harshly and threw up again. You felt his body temperature starting to rise. He grasped his stomach and screamed.

"SAM!!" you shouted. Sam came running through, worry plastered his face.

"He's burning up! Run him a bath please!" Sam dodged round you and ran cold water in the tub. You sat Dean on the toilet and stripped him to his boxers. You noticed he had wet himself because of the agony of his stomach. After the water had reached halfway you both lifted him up and placed him in the tank with a plastic bucket. His skin was turning more pale but he was still very warm. He leaned over and projectile vomited into the bin.  You both sat on the side of the tub and watched him carefully as he started to shiver.

after a couple of hours

"You think he has cooled down enough?" you placed thermometer in Deans mouth. You pulled it out and looked at it.

"Its fine now. We can take him out." You looked and saw Dean was leaning against the bath tub. You shook him gently.

"Come on buddy up you get." You took his arm gently as he struggled to get up. He staggered a little but was returning to his normal colour.

"Come on lets get you to bed." You and Sam both carried Dean to his room and flopped him on his bed.

"Y/N Will you come lay with me?" you looked at Sam who smiled and patted your shoulder. Your lifted up the duvet and slid in next to Dean as you rubbed his stomach. You soon heard his soft snores and soon you were asleep as well.