Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #36: Sick Day

Imagine: You get sick and the brothers take care of you.

Age: 15

"Sam!" Your voice was scratchy, nasally, and hoarse as you screamed dramatically from the confines of your warm bed, shivering and wrapping yourself as tightly in the sheets as you could, "Dean!"

The brothers found their way into your room a few moments later, taking in you and all of your snot-nosed, tangle-haired glory. Sam gave a sympathetic smile as he and Dean sat beside you on the bed.

"Morning, Cupcake," Sam said knowingly, "You don't look too good."

"I sick, and I cold." Was all you said, sticking out your lips and crossing your arms like a child. Sam and Dean nodded.

"We see that," Dean gave you a smile, "Well, luckily for you, we don't have a hunt found yet, so we can lay low today, get you taken care of and all better."

"Really?" You said hopefully, and both brothers were unable to resist the urge to chuckle and smile at your adorably childish antics, wiping your nose with your sleeve.

"Really." Sam was the one to respond, "We can chilax in the theater, watch some movies, cuddle, I'll make you soup, all your favorite stuff."

"Yay, cuddles!" You squealed, your voice thick as Sam and Dean rolled their eyes playfully at you.

"Alright, come on, baby girl," Dean took your hands and pulled you to your feet, "Go take a warm shower, I'll braid your hair while Sam gets some soup going, huh?"

You nodded in agreement as he gently pushed you toward the bathroom and shut the door, following Sam out of the bedroom to get everything ready for your sick day.

After you'd showered and blow dried your hair, you slipped into comfy sweatpants before sneaking into Sam's room and stealing one of his shirts, pulling it on and giggling as it tried to swallow you whole.

You pulled some socks over your chilled feet and slid idly down the hallway, your movements lazy and slow. You rubbed one eye as you dropped down the steps into the kitchen, Sam and Dean looking up at you.

"Is that my shirt?" Sam asked. You blushed sheepishly, flashing him an innocent smile.

"You're comfy, and you smell good." You justified your actions and Sam just chuckled.

"You're adorable. The soup's almost ready, go with Dean and pick out a movie and I'll bring it in there." You shuffled toward the moose as he dumped some cheese into the pot he had before him.

He turned around to meet you and you reached upward, pulling the back of his neck toward you and planting a tender kiss on his cheek.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" You mumbled as you turned around and began to waddle toward Dean. Sam rolled his eyes, but his smile was big.

"Love you too, weirdo." Dean gently took your hand and pulled you along behind him as the two of you headed for the theater.

"Alright, you come sit right here in front of the couch and pick out a movie while I fix up your hair so it's not getting in your face all day." Dean commanded, pulling a stack of movies from the shelf and handing them to you. You sat down where he had pointed in front of the couch and he sat behind you, hairbrush in hand.

He began to tenderly brush out your hair while you sifted through the movies, playing elimination with them.

Dean quietly braided your hair back while you tossed the movies you didn't want aside and looked through the others. Eventually you decided on (F/m), and Dean quickly complemented your choice.