Supernatural Imagines & Preferences ^Completed^

~Sick Days (Sam×Reader)

You sat up in bed. Achoo. A sneeze. Achoo. Another sneeze. You sniffled and stood up, walking through the halls to get some orange juice to soothe your sore throat. You heavily breathed through your mouth, since your nose was stuffed, and continued walking lazily to the fridge.

"Young lady, you should be in bed resting." You shook your head, continuing your hike to the kitchen. Sam's heavy footsteps were evident behind you and it seemed like he was watching your every movement. After stopping 1000 times to sneeze, you had finally made it to the fridge. You opened it to see that there was nothing in there but a half eaten slice of blueberry pie and an empty bottle of orange juice. You yanked it off the fridge shelf and turned around angrily at Sam.

"What the fuck happened to all of the orange juice," you yelled as loud as your hoarse voice could allow.

"Dean went on a grocery run with Cas. He should be back in about 20 minutes," Sam said as he grabbed the empty bottle from your hands. He gently placed it on the counter as he took your hand in his. He lead you back down the hallway and into your germ-ridden room. You climbed back into your bed, sniffling and rubbing your nose on your sleeve.

You shut your eyes, the juice fiasco leaving you sleepy. Suddenly, the bed sank and strong arms wrapped around you. You snuggled closer to him.

"You're gonna get sick," you said with your face shoved into his chest.

"It'll be worth it." He kissed the top of your head. Your eyes became heavy and you were soon peacefully asleep.

Sam's POV

She's beautiful, even when she snores. I've felt so bad for her the past few days, with her being sick and all. I stroked her head in silence as she snuggled close to me for warmth. I felt her forehead. God, she's burning. I slowly unwrapped my arms from around her and stood up out of bed. She started stirring, but eventually settled and curled into a pillow.

"Where's the diseased," Dean asked sarcastically, as him and Cas were putting snacks in the cupboards.

"She's sleeping. Did you get orange juice?" Dean shook his head. I stared at him.

"She literally almost started crying because we didn't have any, so you might want to go get some," I said looking through the fridge to see what else they forgot. "You also didn't get any grapes. You know what, I'll go get it. If she wakes up, tell her I'll be right back." I grabbed the keys off the counter, annoyed at their disregard for (Y/N)'s favorite things.

Second Person POV

You woke up coughing. You remembered falling asleep next to Sam, but he wasn't there. You waited out the coughing fit then got up to walk to the library. He's always in there doing research or talking to Dean and Cas.

You peeked into the library, but Sam wasn't there. Dean was sitting at his laptop with Cas talking his ear off.

"Guys, where's Sam," you asked worried and needy. You walked further into the room, sitting down on a chair. Dean looked at you sympathetically as you coughed and sneezed.

"He went to grab a few things we forgot. He should be back any minute, kiddo." You nodded, getting up and making your to the kitchen.

"I'm home," Sam spoke as you heard him trudging through the library. You ran out to greet him, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. He smiled and you followed him. He started putting things in the fridge and adding things to the cupboard.

"Is there orange juice," you asked as you opened the fridge. You smiled. The orange liquid that you had been wanting all day was sitting right in front of you. Sam grabbed you a cup from the shelf and you poured the juice into it. You savored the taste, your aching throat finally finding some relief.