Sick! Sam Winchester x Fem! Reader
Okay y’all this is a short one shot of reader taking care of our poor Sammy.
Im posting this from my local library cause my house is still out of power so shoutout to them haha.
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You looked down at your ringing phone, apologizing to everyone around you in the library before answering.
You furrowed your brows, what could he possibly need? You had just left the motel room just under an hour ago to research the current case.
“Yeah?” you spoke quietly into the phone, glancing behind you at a very disgruntled grandma.
“Come back here, I’ll research.”
Okay, that just confused you even more. Dean would never willingly offer to do the research, it was mostly yours and Sam’s domain. The only reason why you were the only one out of the two of you at the library was because Sam was still asleep from researching the night before.
“Why?” you asked with a small laugh.
Dean sighed on the other line, “I think Sam is sick, he's asking for you.”
You sighed and felt your heart skip. It wasn't that Dean didn't approve of your and Sam’s relationship and he liked you just fine, but it had been a fight to get you to work with them and travel with them. Sam refused to leave you behind in the little town you met him in where you had nothing but a dead end job you hated. Though obviously a soul crushing waitressing job could lead you to meeting the love of your life and hunting monsters for a living so you win some you lose some.
“Yeah, I was worried that was going to be the case when he was still sleeping when I left.”
Dean made a noise of agreement. Sam never slept in.
“Just come back, alright? And don't crash my car, I'll kill you.”
You laughed and fiddled with Baby’s keys. Dean had just begun to let you drive her.
“See you soon, loser.” you said, about to hang up when you heard him respond.
You smiled and ended the call, quickly gathering the books you had taken out and hiding them in a stack under the desk you had been sitting at before turning on your heel and heading out.
When you opened the door to the motel you could hear Dean quietly talking to Sam who seemed to be responding in monosyllabic words or various grunts.
“Y/n?” he asked weakly when he saw the outside light throw itself across the wall.
“Yeah, it’s me. How are you feeling?” you asked, glancing at Dean who stuck his hand out asking for his keys.
“Terrible.” Sam replied, raising his head and looking at you with eyes full of suffering.
You couldn't say it out loud but he really did look terrible, he was pale and sweating. His hair stuck up oddly in the back and plastered to his face in the front. You handed Dean his keys and softly sat on the bed next to Sam.
Before Dean could go you spoke, “Dean, the books I had are under the table closest to the vending machines in the back.”
Dean smiled and nodded as he left. You turned to Sam and felt your heart break for him. You know how little he got sick, he was a very healthy person, so when he did it really took him out.
“I’m sorry I took you away from the library.” He said, staring at you so lovingly that you felt the urge to look away.
You pushed his hair off of his face and shook your head, “Don’t be sorry, I'd much rather be here taking care of you.”
You tried not to convey your concern when you felt how warm he was but he knew you better than anyone.
“How bad is it?” he asked, wincing as he repositioned to look at you better.
You sighed, “It’s not great. What hurts?”
Sam pressed his forehead to your arm which was supporting your weight on the bed and closed his eyes.
“My head hurts really bad and I have body aches too.”
You hummed and slowly got off the bed.
Sam whined, “No, where are you going?”
You held in a small laugh and turned back towards him, kissing him gently on the forehead.
“I have tylenol in my bag, it will help with the pain and help break your fever.”
He pouted and kept his eyes on you but let you leave.
You went to the bathroom and unzipped your toiletry bag procuring a small bottle of tylenol. You also took up the cup that held three tooth brushes and emptied it, filling it with cold water from the sink and grabbing a rag.
When you came back into the main room Sam was sitting up in bed and squinting at the spot you were right before you disappeared into the bathroom.
You smiled at him and handed him two pills and a bottle of water that was yours from last night. He took the tylenol and leaned his head against the headboard.
“Whats the cup for?” he asked, his voice raspy.
You smiled softly and carefully soaked the rag in the cool water, making sure you didn't spill onto the bed.
You then cautiously wrung the rag out and glanced up at Sam who was watching your every move through lidded eyes. You folded the rag in half and laid it gently on Sam’s forehead.
He hummed and closed his eyes again, savoring the feeling of his skin slowly cooling down.
You watched as he relaxed but laughed maybe a little too loudly for your poor boyfriend’s headache when he made grabby hands towards you.
“I don't want to get sick.” you joked, getting closer to him anyway.
Sam hummed and leaned his head on your shoulder. You two movies around until he was half buried into your side and your arms were around him.
“It’s okay, if you get sick I’ll take care of you.” he mumbled.
“What if we’re sick at the same time?” you asked as you brushed his hair back from his face again.
“Then we’ll make Dean’s life hell.” he said quietly, making you laugh again.
You held him tightly and gently rubbed his temples, feeling him further relax into you.
You knew when he was about to fall asleep, his breathing came slower and deeper and he slowly snaked his arms around you and pressed his face into your stomach.
“I love you.” He said, his voice muffled by your shirt.
“I love you more.” You responded, now massaging his head.
“But I love you more.” He stressed.
“How about we love each other equally?” you offered through a laugh.
Sam smiled with closed eyes, “I can agree with that.”
You felt his arms tighten around you for a moment, “You’ll stay here?”
You nodded but realized his eyes were still closed, “Yes, I’ll stay right here. I’ll wake you up when Dean comes back with food.”
Sam nodded and readjusted once more, somehow getting closer to you before immediately falling asleep.
