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You walked into the makeshift living room you and your brothers made in an old storage room and dropped yourself down onto the couch with a loud groan, clutching your stomach with both hands. It was that time of the month again and you felt particularly crappy today, like someone was reaching into your gut and digging around, grabbing fistfuls of vital organs. Usually, you would take ibuprofen to prevent you from actually feeling this unfair agony of being a woman, but this week you weren't paying attention and you didn't realize you were out, and you were too embarrassed to ask Sam or Dean to go get some for you. You loved your brothers, and you guys were always close, but growing up without a mom was hard and when it came to stuff like this it was usually a suffer in silence kind of deal. The boys didn't want to hear about it and you didn't want to talk about it. So you'd been avoiding them all day, hiding in your room and desperately trying to evade the inevitable conversation where you had to explain to your overprotective brothers why you looked like you'd just been hit by a truck. But you were getting tired of just sitting on your bed wallowing in pain, so against your better judgment, you decided to come out of your room and watch some TV, hoping the boys wouldn't notice you weren't quite yourself. Before you even picked the remote up you heard the loud thumping of boots on the floor and Sam's deep voice behind you, "Y/N, are you okay?" well that was fast. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" you asked Sam while forcing the corners of your lips to turn upwards, maybe you could still salvage this. "Because, no offense, but you look awful. Are you sick?" "Sam, I'm okay, really." You cooed with a playful tone in your voice, determined not to show any outward signs of pain. You were a hunter, you had been stabbed, scratched, and shot more times than you could count, and you sure as hell could handle this. But first, you had to convince Sam that you were okay. Sam was standing in front of you by now and he had his arms folded over his chest. "Y/N, you're my sister, I know you better than anyone, and I know you're not fine. So what's wrong?" Clearly you weren't as convincing as you thought you were. You should have just stayed in your room. After some careful consideration you finally decided to say, "I'm bleeding," hoping that he would take the hint and back off. He didn't. "What? Where? What happened?" Sam asked immediately, his panicked eyes roaming over your body and giving you a once over to try and find the location of the bleeding. Your cheeks felt hot with embarrassment and you knew he wouldn't be so eager to discuss it once you told him what was wrong, but despite how self-conscious you felt, you couldn't help but laugh at the situation you'd gotten yourself into. You threw your head back and laughed so hard you lost your breath, and Sam just stared at you, no clue what was going on. You didn't know why you found it so funny, maybe it was the confused look on his face or maybe it was just the pure absurdity of trying to hide it from them all these years, but once you started, you couldn't stop. "I'm not hurt, Sam." You finally managed to get out between your fits of laughter, he didn't look impressed. "If you're not hurt then why did you say you were bleeding?" Sam asked while eyeing you suspiciously. Men could be so dense. You took a moment before you said anything and then decided to fully embrace the potential awkwardness, figuring he would be more uncomfortable than you, then looked him straight in the eyes and said, "I'm on my period," with all the confidence you could muster. Sam looked taken aback for just a second, letting a quiet "Oh" slip past his lips, he only looked slightly uncomfortable. But then he straightened up and said, "Why didn't you just tell me? It's nothing to be embarrassed about." Now it was your turn to be shocked. "You're not, I don't know, grossed out? You don't want me to keep my lady problems to myself?" you asked, the disbelief clear in your voice. "No, we're not five anymore Y/N," Sam assured you. "And I don't like seeing you in pain. Is there anything I can do to help?" You couldn't believe he was being so cool about this. "Well, now that you mention it ... I could use some ibuprofen, we're all out." You said cautiously, wondering if his offer was sincere. Sam simply smiled at you and said, "I'll go to the store to get some for you." Then he asked, "Do you need anything else?" as he started walking towards the door. You shook your head no. "Okay, I'll be back as soon as I can." Said Sam, then you watched as he disappeared through the door.
A half an hour later Sam came back into the living room carrying a glass of water in one hand and a stack of DVDs in the other, with a bottle of Advil balanced on top. Then you and Sam spent the rest of the day watching all of your favorite movies and eating junk food, courtesy of Dean who had joined you after the first movie, and you spent the rest of the day sandwiched between your two best friends and enjoying a much needed day off.
