Supernatural One Shots And Imagines

Dean||Sick Days and Feathered Friends

Thanks to @imamuteangel for the request! I looked in the comments, and now that I've got my documents recovered, I can finally post again....three years later...

I awoke to knocking on my door. I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes. The knocking continued, so I threw my legs off the side of my bed and stood up. I walked towards the door, opening it slowly, Do you know what time it is?

I saw Dean hunched over, leaning on the wall, "Y/N..."

"Oh my God, Dean!" I grabbed his arm, walking him into my bedroom and carefully laying him onto my bed, "What happened to you? You look like hell!"

"Thanks, Y/N. You really know how to talk to men...I don't feel so hot," he heaved out, wrapping his arm over his stomach. I felt his head, worriedness covering my face. As I thought, he was awfully feverish. I left the room and returned with a thermometer, "Hold still."

I placed it under his tongue, watching as the number rose higher and higher, "You definitely have a fever, Dean."

He leaned back onto my pillow, "Son of a bitch. I mustve gotten it from that kid."

I looked at him, puzzled, "What kid?"

"There was a kid on our last case. He had the flu."

Dean grumbled, placing a hand over his forehead, "Can't Cas fix this for me?"

I wasn't much one to ask things like that of Castiel. Dean wasn't either, so I was left wondering as to how bad he felt. I looked him up and down, "Do you feel sick at your stomach? Have you eaten anything?"

He looked over at me, "I haven't eaten; its only six in the morning."

I nodded, placing my hand on his shoulder, "If you're hot, you can take off your shirt. I wont bite."

Dean, despite him being sick, smiled a little, "Never stop with that humor of yours huh, Y/N?"

I smirked, "You know it, Dean-O."

He cringed, "Wow, was that fun for you just now? Saying that?"

Nodding, I helped him to remove his t-shirt. I hadnt seen Dean shirtless until now, surprisingly, and boy was he a pretty sight.

I stared at him for a moment, then quickly looked away, trying not to let him notice, "Anyway..."

"Here," I handed him a blanket to cover up with, trying to help his chills. I tucked it in around him, smiling every now and then. I turned to leave, "Is soup okay with you?"

He shrugged, "Only if it tastes good."

I made my way into the kitchen, browsing the cabinets for a can of chicken noodle soup. Sam walked in, grabbing the can from the top shelf, "So that's where he's hiding then?"

I looked at him, clearly confused. Sam handed me the soup, "I told him I would take him to the doctor and he kept running away from me. Same old Dean, thinking he can just wallow through his own pain."

I stared at him for a second, "That's all we can do anymore, Sam."

A depressive silence filled the room as I prepared the meal. I grabbed him a glass of sprite, exiting as fast as I had entered. I opened the door to my room slowly, watching the tray in my hands with cautious intent. Dean was still in my bed, but he was asleep now. The blanket was cascaded over him from the waist down. I smiled to myself, seeing him comfortably sleeping. I placed the tray of food on the nightstand, kneeling next to the bed. I prayed to Castiel, hoping he'd hear me. I laughed, figuring he would only come if it were Dean calling out to him.

To my surprise, I heard the flapping of wings from behind me. I turned to see Cas by his side, "What is it, Y/N?"

I smiled, hugging him, "Long time, no see, Cas."

I noticed him peering at Dean over my shoulder, "What is wrong with him?"

"He's got the flu, I think," I explained, grabbing Cas' wrist and pulling him near the bedside, "He mentioned you coming to heal him, but I may have brushed him off."

"We all know why," Cas joked on me, nudging my shoulder.

"You shut your mouth!"

Cas chuckled quietly, slowly touching Dean's forehead. He turned to face me, "There. He should feel just fine when he wakes up."

"Thank you, Cas. Would it be wrong to not tell him that you healed him?"

Cas stared at me, seeming to investigate my soul or something, and disappeared promptly afterwards. I supposed he rather not have any input in it.

Soon after he had left, I climbed into bed next to Dean. I wiped away the beads of sweat on his forehead. I smiled to myself, running my fingers through his dirty blonde hair. I glanced down at his lips, watching a slight smile form upon them.

I nervously scooted away from him, giving him his space as he awoke. Dean rolled over and smiled at me, "Touchy, arent we?"

I could physically feel my face heating up, "I-I brought you some soup and sprite...Cas healed you."

I scratched the back of my head sheepishly, "You should be fine, but just to be on the safe side, I'd take it easy for now, okay?"

Dean nodded, taking a few bites of the freshly prepared meal, a tiny grin forming as he did. He looked over at me, moving the tray of food and pulling me into a tight hug, "What would I do without you?"

I smiled against his shoulder, "You should be saying, What would I do without the feathery angel stuck up my ass, but I guess that works too."