Sam Winchester Boyfriend Imagines

Imagine 11

Imagine: You get sick, and Sam takes care of you.
Storytime:
I lay in bed coughing, with a box of tissues by my side. My brain then decided I want some orange juice, so I walk downstairs heading toward the fridge. But I was suddenly stopped by a Dean.
"Woah, woah, woah! I'm not going to let your sick fingers touch anything. Don't even think about it." He said covering his mouth and nose with his arm and elbow protectively stepping farther and father away from me.
"Dean! Don't be rude. If your so worried about getting sick, then just go out." Sam said.
"Fine." He said leaving with a door slam.
"Thanks for that." I said stuffed up.
"Your welcome, now off to bed with you missy." He said.
"But-"
"Nope, come on."
He lead me to my bedroom and covered me up.
"I'll bring you some soup and some medicine." He said with a quick kiss on my forehead.
A few minutes later he came with all the sick day supplies.
"What did you do ?" I ask.
"I may or may not have made a little sick day kit." He said.
"Awww, Thanks." I said.
"Make sure you take your medicine." He said pouring a little into a spoon.
"Do I have to?" I ask.
"Yeah you have to. Take it quickly so you can have a drink of water." He said.
"Okay..." I said.
I took the medicine as quickly as a could, and then made a grossed out face.
"Uggh, it tastes like a cherry barfed it self up." I groaned.
"It'll make you feel better." He said reassuringly.
"There's one thing that we forgot though." He said
"What?" I asked.
He then gets in the bed and wrapped his arm around me.
"Cuddling." He said like a little kid.
"Ummm no, you'll get sick." I said.
"Okay, then you can take care of me." He said.
"Oh, okay." I said.
He then tries to kiss me.
"Then you'll get sick for sure." I say leaning away.
"Come on." He said whining.
"Okay just one." I say kissing him.
I'm glad Sam can help take care of me whenever I'm sick.