Supernatural fluff

Sam x Reader (8)

"Oh noses! Ow, what the hecking heck?!" You try to sit up, waking up all of the sudden in a dimly lit room. You're on a bed, your head cuisines by about a million different pillows. You've got a mountain of blankets piled on top of you. Comfy, right? It probably would be if it didn't feel like someone had taken your head and beaten it repeatedly with a baseball bat. You wince, shuffling around under the covers, trying to sit up all the way.

"Hey hey hey, what exactly do you think you're doing, doll?" Sam hurried over to you, dropping his laptop and research immediately when he sees you're finally awake. Sitting in the edge of your bed, he raises his hand and gently brushes your hair behind your ear. His fingertips skim a rather sensitive part of your forehead. You wince. He gives you a sad smile. You frown and sigh in exasperation.

"Sammy, why do I feel like I've been hit by a truck?" You groan,rubbing your eyes. Even the light hurts. "The last thing I remember is I was sneaking around the back side of that horrible old house to try and get behind some poor unsuspecting monster." You furrow your eyebrows in concentration. "I was gonna shoot it with rock salt? What happened? That's all I remember."

He raises his eyebrows.

"Well, as good as you are with hand to hand combat," he starts, smiling at you, "you're terrible at sneaking. Whatever it was, it hit you really hard in the head with a shovel when it heard you coming."

You blink.

"A shovel? Shouldn't he have done something a little more, I don't know, evil?" You wiggle your eyebrows. "Or should I say, supernatural? A shovel? It must have been an amateur demon or something, man."

He stares at you for a minute before chucking.

"You want some pain medicine? You've got a major bruise, doll." You nod. He hands you a couple of pills and a glass of water, which you take gratefully. He smiles at you, running his hands gently through your hair again. There's worry in his eyes, and care. He's like a stupid mother hen or something.

But, hey, you might as well take advantage of your situation.

You give him your best puppy eyes.

"Cuddle with me?" You ask in your sweetest voice, taking his large hand in your own and kissing it. You grin at him. "Pleeeeeeeeeaaaase? I'm sure it'll help me get better."

He doesn't even hesitate. He pulls the covers back and joins you in your little cave if comfort. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest. Smiling, you bury your face in his shirt, soaking in his wonderful warmth and breathing him in. He chuckles into your hair and runs up and down your back for a while.

It isn't long before the pain fades a little in his arms, and you drift back to sleep.

~K