𝖬𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 | 𝖲𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅

I got my period, Sam

Dean-22
Sam-18
Meredith-12

   The Winchester's were on a case in Tulsa, Oklahoma. John had caught a lead on a shape shifter and were now staying at the 'Sunny Day's Inn'.

John and Dean had left around 7:30 that morning to go question the local people leaving Sam behind to look after Meredith.

Meredith began to stir and cracked an eye open. "Where's Dad and Dean?" She asked tiredly alerting Sam she was awake.

"Morning to you too, sis." He chuckled. "They left about an hour ago. Wanted to see if anybody had useful information." He said taking a sip of his coffee.

She nodded and crawled out of bed stumbling towards the bathroom.

She locked the door and sat on the toilet. When she looked down she saw something she didn't expect to see. Blood. Everywhere.

"Oh no." she whispered.

Crap. Crap. Crap.

This was something she wasn't prepared for. She knew what a period was but she didn't know what to do about it.

Oh god what am I going to do?

After a few moments of panic she changed her clothes and underwear attempting to make a pad out of toilet paper. It did not work.

She washed her hands and her face trying to calm herself down.

"Okay okay. It's fine, I'm fine. I'll be fine." She told herself quietly.

"You okay in the there, Mer?" Sam called from the other room.

"Shut up, Sam!" She snapped annoyed.

Oh god, I'm going to have to tell someone. I can't keep using toilet paper. Can I? No. That won't work.

She groaned and splashed cold water on her face continuing to have to metal battle within herself.

Who would she tell? Dad? No, absolutely not. She would rather face 10 demons than tell John Winchester she got her period.

She couldn't tell Dean. He hates all that girly stuff. Not to mention how awkward it would be.

That leaves Sam. Could she tell Sam? He's always been more in touch with his "feminine side" as Dean liked to call it. She knew she couldn't tell her dad or Dean.

That left Sam.

She groaned. Times like these she really wished she had a mother figure in her life.

She took a long look in the mirror. "Okay here goes nothing." She said exiting the bathroom.

Sam was now sitting on the bed putting on his boots.

"Hey, I'm starving. How bout some breakfast? I saw a dinner last night close to the Inn." He said standing.

Meredith was quite. There is no way I can do this. I'd rather carve out my insides then do this. Oh god I hate my life. I hate hate hate hate hate-

"Meredith." He called snapping her back to reality.

"Huh?" She asked flushed.

"I asked if you wanted to get some breakfast. What's going on with you, are you okay?" He asked confused.

"Uh...yeah. It's just... I can talk to you, right?" Meredith asked forcing herself to make eye contact.

"Of course you can, you know that." He said taking a seat on the bed. "What's wrong?"