You wake up in agony and curl up into a fetal position. "Not today..." you think to yourself as you roll over in the musty motel room bed. Any other day would have been fine, but you had been looking forward to this hunt for a while now. At least the hunt wasn't time sensitive... Taking a deep breath, you lift yourself out of the warmth and comfort of the bed and shuffle over to the small bathroom a few feet away, grabbing a new set of pyjamas and a pair of underwear as you pass your suitcase. You try to convince yourself that you can move enough to sit down on the toilet. Eventually you manage it, and in a few moments have your pad and panties changed. Just as you step into the left leg of your sweatpants, you hear the front door open. SHIT. The boys were back early. Or were they late? What time was it, anyways? At this point you aren't exactly sure you care... You finish getting changed, and gingerly step out of the bathroom. "There you are!" Dean exclaims, smiling. You can feel your stomach getting queasy at the smell of the food they brought back with them. "We got you a burger and some fries and..." before Dean can finish, you turn around and run back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. You can hear Sam and Dean run to the bathroom as you heave up everything you had eaten the night before."(Y/N)! Talk to me!" Dean shouts. Sam, being Sam, tries a different approach. "(Y/N)? What's wrong? You can talk to us, tell use what's wrong and we can make it better..." While he says that, Dean continues yelling at the door. "Do you need to go to the hospital? C'mon (Y/N) what do you need? Holy water? Salt?" As you still haven't responded (trying to keep stomach acid down is hard enough when you aren't talking) Dean begins to get desperate. "If you don't say something, I'm going to pick this lock!" He threatens. As you can't bring yourself to take the chance of puking while you try to talk, you lean over and unlock the bathroom door, kicking it lightly so that it will open. You give the pair of them a weak smile and attempt to say something when you feel the bile rising up your throat again. You turn around and puke up your dessert from last night. When you turn back, Dean and Sam are still standing there. You smile tentatively up at them. "Guys, relax. I'm fine. Really, it's just" your body obviously didn't like having to explain itself, as back again you turn towards the toilet. Just as you finish up disposing of what you are certain was now every meal you had every eaten, you feel a hand on your back. You turn around shakily and smile when you see Dean crouching beside you. "Feel better?" he asks. You nod your head, and he sits down, leaning against the bathroom vanity. You try to stand up to wash off your mouth, but your knees are shaking too much and you almost fall over. You feel as if you're going to cry and, sure enough, you soon feel tears start to roll down your face. Dean pulls you into his lap and puts his arm around you.
"D'you wanna tell me what's wrong now?" he asks you. Although you're embarrassed about what he and Sam had just witnessed, you know you have to tell him. The pause you took to think about it obviously made him worry. "You're...You're not..." he stutters, trying to find the courage to ask this obviously pressing question. "You're not pregnant are you?" He burst out, a look of fear in his eyes. You take a deep breath and start to laugh. A look of confusion floods his face, making you laugh even harder. "Actually, you should be happy to know that what you just witnessed was my body telling me that I am baby free" Although you could see that he is relieved to hear that he isn't going to be an uncle, he still looks confused. Before you force him into asking why you were puking into the toilet, you decide to have mercy on him and just tell him why you're unwell "I got my period, Dean" you say, laughing. Understanding floods his face and he looks down at you with pity. "Do you wanna lie on the bed?" he asks you. "Actually," you respond, "I think I would prefer the couch." Before you can stand up, Dean grabs you from behind and lifts you up, carrying you over to the couch. He places you down, and sits beside you. Just as you lean into him, you hear the front door open and see Sam walk in carrying a grocery bag.
"Where'd you go?" Dean asked, looking at Sam. "I thought (Y/N) might want some Graval..." he responded. You look up at him smiling. Sam walks over to the kitchenette to open the plastic seal on the bottle. "So," he said, trying (and failing) to sound casual. "Have you told Dean what ails you yet (Y/N)?" You nod. "And?" Sam prompts. Dean looks at you and you nod. "All I'm going to say is being a girl sucks, man." Sam smiles to himself as he looks down. "What's so funny then?" you ask him, looking up in suspicion. "Oh, nothing" he responds, still smiling. "You guessed, didn't you?" You ask him. The look on his face says it all. You smile. "I knew it. I knew you knew the minute you disappeared. Ok. How'd you know?" you ask expectantly "Yeah, dude, how did you know?" Dean pipes up. "The look on your face." Sam responds. "Jess used to get that look around her time of the month. It is the look of someone in constant tremendous pain, trying to make sure that no one knows you're in constant, tremendous pain." His smile had faded into a half smile. You knew that face. It was the same face he used every time he would think about Jess. You smile gratefully as he walks towards you with a glass of water and the now opened Graval. The cramps hit just as you swallow the last of the water. You put the glass down on the table as you double over in cramps. "(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" Dean shouts. Unable to get an answer from you, he looks at his baby brother who is back in the kitchenette. "Sam! What'do I do? I've never had to deal with this before! Help me!" You smile through your pain as Dean continues to yell at Sam. After a few minutes, Sam walks over carrying something and the grocery bag in his arms. He helps you to sit up, and sits down where your head was. You rest your head on his lap and he moves to put something on your stomach. Before you can react, there is a hot water bottle soothing your cramps. You smile you at him. The three of you sit on the couch for the rest of the day, with Sam periodically pulling out treats from the grocery bag (chocolate, Midol, caramel covered popcorn [which you have no idea how he even knew you would want it, but took without asking questions], and more). As you snuggle in around 9 o'clock, you can hear the opening credits to I Love Lucy come on. You smile to yourself as you feel your eyelids getting heavy, knowing now more than ever that these two boys who you had grown to love as brothers, would always be there for you, no matter what.
