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do you guys want a part three of the “dean winchester x chronically ill reader” fic? titled “in sickness and in health”. and if so, you can request some ideas to include in it!l, in my bio!
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here’s part one -
💬 6 🔁 5 ❤️ 64 · a few years later… · in sickness and in health
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠- dean winchester x gn chronically ill reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- dean comfor
here’s part two-
💬 4 🔁 1 ❤️ 24 · Post by @kkm-spn · 2 images · in sickness and in health - pt. 2
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠- dean winchester x gn chronically ill reader
ft.
Chronic illness sucks because you’ll catch yourself thinking shit like ‘I wish it was possible to bathe regularly’ or ‘they should invent a digestive system that doesn’t hurt’ and then realise… that’s actually the case for most people. That’s the norm. Not only do most people have that, they don’t even think about it
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠- dean winchester x gn chronically ill reader
ft. sam winchester
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- your flare day turns out to be worse than you thought, but dean is there with you through it all. when you have a bad episode and take a bad fall, dean just proves even more that he’s there for you in sickness and in health.
𝐂𝐰- health issues, description of health issues, medical episode, slight description of medical episode, loss of consciousness, physical pain
𝐖𝐜- 3034
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬- i hope you guys like this! this part of the story is somewhat based of a true story that i experienced. unfortunately though, i did not have dean winchester there to comfort me😔 but i hope you enjoy! i may do more to this story! also this story isn’t fully edited, so hopefully there’s not any big mistakes lol
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞-
💬 6 🔁 5 ❤️ 59 · a few years later… · in sickness and in health
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠- dean winchester x gn chronically ill reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- dean comfor
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it was just after lunch time. you didn’t really have the appetite for a full meal, so you were sitting on the couch in the dean cave eating a jar of pickles and drinking an electrolyte drink. you were still not feeling your best. you knew today was a flare day, likely from your most recent hunt which was four excruciating days long, followed by a seventeen hour car ride home.
dean peeks his head into the room you were in. “hey just double checking, you sure you don’t want a sandwich?” he spoke in a soft voice in case your head hurt. he knew to do that on your flare days.
you look up at him from your phone and give him a little smile. “yeah i’m sure, i’m just not too hungry. thank you though.” you watched him walk into the dean cave, carrying his lunch, a bottle of water, and a can of soda. he handed you the water bottle. “brought ya this, figured you’d need it once you finish that.” he nodded his head towards the bottle you had laying next to you. he bought the water bottle for you the day the doctor said you need to stay at least twice as hydrated as a healthy person. he also knew how much you loved collecting stickers, so anytime you were in a new state, or a cool area, he’d sneak away and buy you some stickers from the gas stations and little shops you’d drive by. your collection of stickers on your water bottle was growing, almost the entire bottle was covered in them. looking at it warmed your heart because it showed that he really knew you, and cared about your interests and needs.
“how are you feeling sweetheart?” he asked, sitting on the couch next to you. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close to him, your head was resting on his chest. you take a deep breath and instantly feel calmer with him by your side. “like shit. i feel like i am breathing out of a blanket. i’m pretty sure i’m also in a tachycardia episode.” you sigh out, almost in defeat.
“here let me see.” dean carefully turned your head towards the side and pressed two fingers against your pulse point, he looked up at the clock and started timing and counting. once a minute was over he cupped the side of your face and brushed his thumb along your cheek. his eyes met with yours, his beautiful soft, green eyes looked at you with such love. the love in his eyes never changed, it was the same when you were having a good day, when you were having a bad day, when you were at the doctors or the er, as well as out on a date.
“it’s 127 sweetheart. how long have you been sitting here?” he asks you, his eyes searching your face and body for any red flags. you were a little pale, but he didn’t want to worry you.
you lean into his touch. you can feel the way your heart is pounding in your chest. you take a breath. “probably about and hour.” you chewed on your lip for a moment, but dean pulled your lip from your teeth with his thumb.
“i’m going to get you some salt, okay? see if that helps you out any.” he proposed as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. you nodded your head against him.
“thank you dean. i’m sorry..” you felt bad that he was having to take care of you like this, especially after such a tough hunt. he had to be exhausted too.
he gave you a serious look and said your name firmly, but not in an angry way. “you know you do not have to apologize for this, ever.. what do those officiants say at weddings?” he kept his eyes on yours. “in sickness and in health.” he ran his fingers through your hair. “i’ve got you, my love.” he whispered to you as he stood up.
god, you were so so in love with him.
he was back in like thirty seconds he had the salt shaker with him. you had your own special salt shaker because you hogged the salt sometimes. it was a cute little squirrel salt shaker, purchased from a thrift shop you begged dean to take you to after a hunt. he sat back down next to you.
“open wide.” he said holding the shaker up to your mouth. he had a little smirk on his face. you rolled your eyes and smiled, knowing exactly what thoughts he was having. typical dean.. you chuckled and opened your mouth for him to pour the salt onto your tongue.
“that’s a goooodd girl.” he spoke in a sultry tone.
you playfully smacked his arm. you weren’t actually mad, you knew he was just joking and it made you smile. having a reason to smile made the hard days so much easier.
about an hour passed, you were laying against deans chest. he had put your goto flare day show on. it was the show that you could watch without having to really pay attention to what was happening. the less you needed to think and use your brain to pay attention, the less energy it took. most people would hear that statement and ask you what the hell you were on. at first dean questioned it, but once you explained it to him, he quickly understood and took note of that. you were still feeling pretty bad, the usual rescue techniques weren’t working like they should. you honestly shrugged it off though. you shifted some, starting to sit up.
that caught deans attention. he watched you as you moved. “you feeling any better?” he looked you over, you still looked really pale.
you nodded. “yeah, a little. rest helped i think.” you lied. you just wanted to get some things done. your laundry pile was growing and you desperately needed a shower. your hair was getting greasy from all the sweat and dirt during the hunt.
deans eyes dart around your face. he tilts his head to the side some. “baby, you don’t have to lie.” he could see right through you. he knew you too well.
you looked at him and gave him a little smile. “i’m okay dean, i promise.” you looked away from him. “besides, i have to get my laundry done and i wanna wash my disgusting ass hair.” you dramatically motioned to your hair.
“i can do that baby. you should rest..” he reached out and ran a hand through your hair. you really loved how dean loved you. most men would take one look at your greasy hair or your dizzy spells and sprint in the other direction. not dean though. never. dean. he loved you through it all.
you pulled dean close to you and pressed a soft, slow kiss on his lips. you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against his. “i’ve got it dean. it’s okay.” you mutter against his lips. you pull away and look at him.
he takes a deep breath, his eyes watching your every move. he knows how frustrated you can get when you just wanted to get stuff done, but your body screams at you otherwise. he lets out a sigh and very hesitantly says “alright, but please let me help you?” he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.
you nod your head. you stand up slowly, and so far so good. you didn’t get too dizzy. you take a few steps across the room. dean was close behind you.
suddenly, your vision starts to tunnel. you don’t think much of it, because that happens all the time when you stand too quickly. also, every other time you’ve passed out, you always have warning symptoms. you keep walking.
big mistake.
dean realized you didn’t grab your water so he turned around to reach over the couch to get it.
your vision kept tunneling. you grabbed onto the wall and dean instantly turned around. but it was too late. your vision goes completely black. dean sees you falling to the floor and before he can catch you, there’s a loud smack sound. you head hit off the corner of the desk and then onto the ground.
you wake up on the floor, your head absolutely pounding. you had no idea how you got there. it took you a little bit to come to it. dean was on his knees, right next to you.
“god sweetheart… don’t move okay? don’t move.” he ordered in a firm but caring tone. he placed his hand on the side of your face. “can you hear me?”
you looked around you, confused, dizzy, and nauseated. you began to try and sit up, but got hit with an instant wave of dizziness. you reached out to dean and he instantly held onto you.
“baby try not to move. i’ve got you. can you hear me?” he was trying to not freak out. he just saw you going down, banging your head on the edge of the table on the way and then collapsing to the floor. he was worried. he’d seen you get slammed against a wall, getting punched in the face, snap your arm in almost half, and way more all while hunting. but something about it being your own body causing it and not some awful monster worried him like crazy.
“i- i can hear you.” you stutter. “my head is killing me..” you were confused. you didn’t know what had happened. you reached your hand to the back of your head and you feel a liquid in your hair. you bring your hand in front of your face and see red smeared on your fingers. your eyes go wide and your heart pounds. “ohmy god..” you say, looking at your hand. “that’s- toh god…” you mumbled, your words jumbling together slightly.
dean saw the blood and his stomach dropped, he couldn’t let it show though. he needed to prioritize you. he quickly, but carefully covered your hand, so you wouldn’t see the blood. you looked up at him. he could see the panic in your eyes. “wh-what tappened?”
“you passed out sweetheart. i’ve got you though, you’re safe right now. just try and stay still for me, okay?” he spoke in such a soft tone. you nodded your head, but it was barely noticeable due to the pain radiating through your skull.
his heart was breaking seeing you so scared and confused. but what shattered his heart was seeing the tears in your eyes. he brushed them off your cheek with his thumb.
“i’m sorry dean..” you started to sit up a little more. “i don’t even-“ more tears rolled down your face. you took a slightly panicked breath. “why- why’sthis happening to me? i don’t get it. why-?” you cried.
“oh baby…” dean voice shook. he carefully pulled you against his lap, your back secure against his chest. he held onto you, nothing would happen to you in his arms. “i don’t know sweetheart, i don’t know..” he subtly looked through your hair to see where you were bleeding from. his eyes focused on a large gash, with blooding dripping from it. “jesus..” he muttered under his breath. he knew in that moment, you’d have to go to the er. and being a hunter it took a lot to go to the er.
just then, footsteps echoed down the bunker hall. sam bursts into the dean cave. “i heard a crash, is everything okay?” he was looking at the couch, where you and dean usually sat. but then he found you and dean on the ground. you looked the palest he’d ever seen you. his eyes flickered between you and dean. he instantly knew what happened. he also knew a lot about your health problems. sam was always researching your conditions, and finding the best kind of treatments and doctors. you“what can i do?” he asked, in a focused manner.
dean looked up at sam. sam could see how worried he was, just from the look on his face. dean swallowed the lump in his throat. “can you get her a cool cloth, her water, the hospital bags and uh-“ he looked down at you. “sweetheart, is there anything you need?”
your brain felt so scrambled but all you could think of was dean. “you.” you mumbled. deans heart sank a little, seeing how disoriented you were. but the fact that he was the one thing you were thinking of. he leaned down and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i’m right here baby, i’ve got you.” he repeated softly. he looked up at sam and nodded.
sam ran to get the stuff requested and was back in less than a minute. he bent down and sat the stuff down, next to dean. sam knelt down on his knees and took your hand in his. “everything is going to be okay. we’re going to take care of you, okay? we’re going to make sure those doctors treat you right.” sam reassured you.
both sam and dean knew how those doctors could be. they knew the malpractice, gaslighting, money greedy, awful doctors that you’ve encountered throughout your experiences. the two of them where one hundred percent there to advocate for you when you physically couldn’t, were too anxious to, or when you were too goddamn drained to do it on your own.
you tried to squeeze sam’s hand back, but it was kind of weak. you gave him a little smile. you then realized something, that you have no idea how you remembered with how scrambled your brain was… but you looked up at dean with eyes wide.
“dean…” you whisper. “‘m wearing lingerie, it’s theonly laundry ‘had left. now all the doctors and nurses will see it.” you said in a worried tone.
dean looked up at sam and the two of them couldn’t help but chuckle. out of all the things that you could be worried about, that’s the one thing you brought up. dean smiled at you and tucked some of your hair off your sweaty face. his eyes met with yours and you chuckled a little. that made his smile widen even more. he says your name through a chuckle. “i think the doctors have seen worse. unless it’s the red set.. it’s not the red set is it?”
“it’s the red set…” you said in an almost embarrassed tone.
“jesus babe..” he said through a laugh. he kissed your forehead again. “gonna give the docs a heart attack.” you giggled, which kind of hurt. you winced slightly.
“in all seriousness, i can help you change your bra and underwear if you want.” he suggested.
“please?” you whispered, your voice was so shaky.
sam had offered to stay in the deancave with you while dean went to grab you the change of clothes. dean very carefully maneuvered you so you were laying against sam. dean left and went to your shared bedroom.
“how are you feeling?” sam asked you softly. he had you leaned against his chest and his arm wrapped around your stomach. he brought the cool cloth to the back of your neck. you let out and instant sigh of relief.
“if i’m bein honest sammy.. i dunno..” you slurred slightly. he reached for your hand and squeezed it. “that’s okay, you don’t have to know right now.” he said softly.
“thank you.” you whispered
dean came back with new underwear and bra, a pair of fuzzy pj pants, and one of his tshirts you stole. he bent down. “okay sweetheart, i’m going to try my best to not jostle you, but i want you to be comfy. sam’s going to help me keep you stable.” you nod your head.
sam helps prop you up, and keep you supported. he turns his head and looks away, as the respectful gentleman he is. dean very carefully was able to change you into the more comfy clothes.
“i’m sorry guys.” you said, your voice was weak and shaky. “today was supposed to be a relaxing day. we had such a long and bad hunt and now you guys have to deal with me. we don’t have to go to the hospital. i think i’ll be-“
dean cuts you off. “baby.. what did i say about the apologizing. you never have to say sorry for this. you can’t help it.”
then sam chimes in, “yeah, exactly. we’re always here for you. no matter what. and you seriously don’t have to apologize for something you can’t help.” he pats your shoulder gently.
sam goes up with your stuff and starts the impala. dean tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear again. “are you able to walk, or do you want me to carry you?” he asks, eyes locked in yours. “i can walk.”
dean nods his head and very gently and slowly, he helps you stand up. he placed your arm around his shoulders and held on to your waist as you walked at a slow pace. you got to the bunkers garage, where sam was waiting with the back seat door open. dean helped you get into the seat. he followed behind you and nodded to sam, signaling for him to drive.
sam got in the car and drove out of the garage. dean gently pulled you so your back was against his chest in the backseat of the impala. your head was still bleeding and dean was careful to not put any pressure where the wound was. but her held onto your hand.
the bumps from the car made your head throb, as well as the bright sunlight. you closed your eyes, trying to relax against dean. you knew it was going to be a long evening and night. but, you knew that the love of your life had you. he would do anything to keep you safe and comfortable. you kept ahold of his hand as you rode to the hospital.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠- dean winchester x gn chronically ill reader
ft. sam winchester
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- your flare day turns out to be worse than you thought, but dean is there with you through it all. when you have a bad episode and take a bad fall, dean just proves even more that he’s there for you in sickness and in health.
𝐂𝐰- health issues, description of health issues, medical episode, slight description of medical episode, loss of consciousness, physical pain
𝐖𝐜- 3034
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬- i hope you guys like this! this part of the story is somewhat based of a true story that i experienced. unfortunately though, i did not have dean winchester there to comfort me😔 but i hope you enjoy! i may do more to this story! also this story isn’t fully edited, so hopefully there’s not any big mistakes lol
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞-
💬 6 🔁 5 ❤️ 59 · a few years later… · in sickness and in health
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠- dean winchester x gn chronically ill reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- dean comfor
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it was just after lunch time. you didn’t really have the appetite for a full meal, so you were sitting on the couch in the dean cave eating a jar of pickles and drinking an electrolyte drink. you were still not feeling your best. you knew today was a flare day, likely from your most recent hunt which was four excruciating days long, followed by a seventeen hour car ride home.
dean peeks his head into the room you were in. “hey just double checking, you sure you don’t want a sandwich?” he spoke in a soft voice in case your head hurt. he knew to do that on your flare days.
you look up at him from your phone and give him a little smile. “yeah i’m sure, i’m just not too hungry. thank you though.” you watched him walk into the dean cave, carrying his lunch, a bottle of water, and a can of soda. he handed you the water bottle. “brought ya this, figured you’d need it once you finish that.” he nodded his head towards the bottle you had laying next to you. he bought the water bottle for you the day the doctor said you need to stay at least twice as hydrated as a healthy person. he also knew how much you loved collecting stickers, so anytime you were in a new state, or a cool area, he’d sneak away and buy you some stickers from the gas stations and little shops you’d drive by. your collection of stickers on your water bottle was growing, almost the entire bottle was covered in them. looking at it warmed your heart because it showed that he really knew you, and cared about your interests and needs.
“how are you feeling sweetheart?” he asked, sitting on the couch next to you. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close to him, your head was resting on his chest. you take a deep breath and instantly feel calmer with him by your side. “like shit. i feel like i am breathing out of a blanket. i’m pretty sure i’m also in a tachycardia episode.” you sigh out, almost in defeat.
“here let me see.” dean carefully turned your head towards the side and pressed two fingers against your pulse point, he looked up at the clock and started timing and counting. once a minute was over he cupped the side of your face and brushed his thumb along your cheek. his eyes met with yours, his beautiful soft, green eyes looked at you with such love. the love in his eyes never changed, it was the same when you were having a good day, when you were having a bad day, when you were at the doctors or the er, as well as out on a date.
“it’s 127 sweetheart. how long have you been sitting here?” he asks you, his eyes searching your face and body for any red flags. you were a little pale, but he didn’t want to worry you.
you lean into his touch. you can feel the way your heart is pounding in your chest. you take a breath. “probably about and hour.” you chewed on your lip for a moment, but dean pulled your lip from your teeth with his thumb.
“i’m going to get you some salt, okay? see if that helps you out any.” he proposed as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. you nodded your head against him.
“thank you dean. i’m sorry..” you felt bad that he was having to take care of you like this, especially after such a tough hunt. he had to be exhausted too.
he gave you a serious look and said your name firmly, but not in an angry way. “you know you do not have to apologize for this, ever.. what do those officiants say at weddings?” he kept his eyes on yours. “in sickness and in health.” he ran his fingers through your hair. “i’ve got you, my love.” he whispered to you as he stood up.
god, you were so so in love with him.
he was back in like thirty seconds he had the salt shaker with him. you had your own special salt shaker because you hogged the salt sometimes. it was a cute little squirrel salt shaker, purchased from a thrift shop you begged dean to take you to after a hunt. he sat back down next to you.
“open wide.” he said holding the shaker up to your mouth. he had a little smirk on his face. you rolled your eyes and smiled, knowing exactly what thoughts he was having. typical dean.. you chuckled and opened your mouth for him to pour the salt onto your tongue.
“that’s a goooodd girl.” he spoke in a sultry tone.
you playfully smacked his arm. you weren’t actually mad, you knew he was just joking and it made you smile. having a reason to smile made the hard days so much easier.
about an hour passed, you were laying against deans chest. he had put your goto flare day show on. it was the show that you could watch without having to really pay attention to what was happening. the less you needed to think and use your brain to pay attention, the less energy it took. most people would hear that statement and ask you what the hell you were on. at first dean questioned it, but once you explained it to him, he quickly understood and took note of that. you were still feeling pretty bad, the usual rescue techniques weren’t working like they should. you honestly shrugged it off though. you shifted some, starting to sit up.
that caught deans attention. he watched you as you moved. “you feeling any better?” he looked you over, you still looked really pale.
you nodded. “yeah, a little. rest helped i think.” you lied. you just wanted to get some things done. your laundry pile was growing and you desperately needed a shower. your hair was getting greasy from all the sweat and dirt during the hunt.
deans eyes dart around your face. he tilts his head to the side some. “baby, you don’t have to lie.” he could see right through you. he knew you too well.
you looked at him and gave him a little smile. “i’m okay dean, i promise.” you looked away from him. “besides, i have to get my laundry done and i wanna wash my disgusting ass hair.” you dramatically motioned to your hair.
“i can do that baby. you should rest..” he reached out and ran a hand through your hair. you really loved how dean loved you. most men would take one look at your greasy hair or your dizzy spells and sprint in the other direction. not dean though. never. dean. he loved you through it all.
you pulled dean close to you and pressed a soft, slow kiss on his lips. you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against his. “i’ve got it dean. it’s okay.” you mutter against his lips. you pull away and look at him.
he takes a deep breath, his eyes watching your every move. he knows how frustrated you can get when you just wanted to get stuff done, but your body screams at you otherwise. he lets out a sigh and very hesitantly says “alright, but please let me help you?” he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.
you nod your head. you stand up slowly, and so far so good. you didn’t get too dizzy. you take a few steps across the room. dean was close behind you.
suddenly, your vision starts to tunnel. you don’t think much of it, because that happens all the time when you stand too quickly. also, every other time you’ve passed out, you always have warning symptoms. you keep walking.
big mistake.
dean realized you didn’t grab your water so he turned around to reach over the couch to get it.
your vision kept tunneling. you grabbed onto the wall and dean instantly turned around. but it was too late. your vision goes completely black. dean sees you falling to the floor and before he can catch you, there’s a loud smack sound. you head hit off the corner of the desk and then onto the ground.
you wake up on the floor, your head absolutely pounding. you had no idea how you got there. it took you a little bit to come to it. dean was on his knees, right next to you.
“god sweetheart… don’t move okay? don’t move.” he ordered in a firm but caring tone. he placed his hand on the side of your face. “can you hear me?”
you looked around you, confused, dizzy, and nauseated. you began to try and sit up, but got hit with an instant wave of dizziness. you reached out to dean and he instantly held onto you.
“baby try not to move. i’ve got you. can you hear me?” he was trying to not freak out. he just saw you going down, banging your head on the edge of the table on the way and then collapsing to the floor. he was worried. he’d seen you get slammed against a wall, getting punched in the face, snap your arm in almost half, and way more all while hunting. but something about it being your own body causing it and not some awful monster worried him like crazy.
“i- i can hear you.” you stutter. “my head is killing me..” you were confused. you didn’t know what had happened. you reached your hand to the back of your head and you feel a liquid in your hair. you bring your hand in front of your face and see red smeared on your fingers. your eyes go wide and your heart pounds. “ohmy god..” you say, looking at your hand. “that’s- toh god…” you mumbled, your words jumbling together slightly.
dean saw the blood and his stomach dropped, he couldn’t let it show though. he needed to prioritize you. he quickly, but carefully covered your hand, so you wouldn’t see the blood. you looked up at him. he could see the panic in your eyes. “wh-what tappened?”
“you passed out sweetheart. i’ve got you though, you’re safe right now. just try and stay still for me, okay?” he spoke in such a soft tone. you nodded your head, but it was barely noticeable due to the pain radiating through your skull.
his heart was breaking seeing you so scared and confused. but what shattered his heart was seeing the tears in your eyes. he brushed them off your cheek with his thumb.
“i’m sorry dean..” you started to sit up a little more. “i don’t even-“ more tears rolled down your face. you took a slightly panicked breath. “why- why’sthis happening to me? i don’t get it. why-?” you cried.
“oh baby…” dean voice shook. he carefully pulled you against his lap, your back secure against his chest. he held onto you, nothing would happen to you in his arms. “i don’t know sweetheart, i don’t know..” he subtly looked through your hair to see where you were bleeding from. his eyes focused on a large gash, with blooding dripping from it. “jesus..” he muttered under his breath. he knew in that moment, you’d have to go to the er. and being a hunter it took a lot to go to the er.
just then, footsteps echoed down the bunker hall. sam bursts into the dean cave. “i heard a crash, is everything okay?” he was looking at the couch, where you and dean usually sat. but then he found you and dean on the ground. you looked the palest he’d ever seen you. his eyes flickered between you and dean. he instantly knew what happened. he also knew a lot about your health problems. sam was always researching your conditions, and finding the best kind of treatments and doctors. you“what can i do?” he asked, in a focused manner.
dean looked up at sam. sam could see how worried he was, just from the look on his face. dean swallowed the lump in his throat. “can you get her a cool cloth, her water, the hospital bags and uh-“ he looked down at you. “sweetheart, is there anything you need?”
your brain felt so scrambled but all you could think of was dean. “you.” you mumbled. deans heart sank a little, seeing how disoriented you were. but the fact that he was the one thing you were thinking of. he leaned down and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i’m right here baby, i’ve got you.” he repeated softly. he looked up at sam and nodded.
sam ran to get the stuff requested and was back in less than a minute. he bent down and sat the stuff down, next to dean. sam knelt down on his knees and took your hand in his. “everything is going to be okay. we’re going to take care of you, okay? we’re going to make sure those doctors treat you right.” sam reassured you.
both sam and dean knew how those doctors could be. they knew the malpractice, gaslighting, money greedy, awful doctors that you’ve encountered throughout your experiences. the two of them where one hundred percent there to advocate for you when you physically couldn’t, were too anxious to, or when you were too goddamn drained to do it on your own.
you tried to squeeze sam’s hand back, but it was kind of weak. you gave him a little smile. you then realized something, that you have no idea how you remembered with how scrambled your brain was… but you looked up at dean with eyes wide.
“dean…” you whisper. “‘m wearing lingerie, it’s theonly laundry ‘had left. now all the doctors and nurses will see it.” you said in a worried tone.
dean looked up at sam and the two of them couldn’t help but chuckle. out of all the things that you could be worried about, that’s the one thing you brought up. dean smiled at you and tucked some of your hair off your sweaty face. his eyes met with yours and you chuckled a little. that made his smile widen even more. he says your name through a chuckle. “i think the doctors have seen worse. unless it’s the red set.. it’s not the red set is it?”
“it’s the red set…” you said in an almost embarrassed tone.
“jesus babe..” he said through a laugh. he kissed your forehead again. “gonna give the docs a heart attack.” you giggled, which kind of hurt. you winced slightly.
“in all seriousness, i can help you change your bra and underwear if you want.” he suggested.
“please?” you whispered, your voice was so shaky.
sam had offered to stay in the deancave with you while dean went to grab you the change of clothes. dean very carefully maneuvered you so you were laying against sam. dean left and went to your shared bedroom.
“how are you feeling?” sam asked you softly. he had you leaned against his chest and his arm wrapped around your stomach. he brought the cool cloth to the back of your neck. you let out and instant sigh of relief.
“if i’m bein honest sammy.. i dunno..” you slurred slightly. he reached for your hand and squeezed it. “that’s okay, you don’t have to know right now.” he said softly.
“thank you.” you whispered
dean came back with new underwear and bra, a pair of fuzzy pj pants, and one of his tshirts you stole. he bent down. “okay sweetheart, i’m going to try my best to not jostle you, but i want you to be comfy. sam’s going to help me keep you stable.” you nod your head.
sam helps prop you up, and keep you supported. he turns his head and looks away, as the respectful gentleman he is. dean very carefully was able to change you into the more comfy clothes.
“i’m sorry guys.” you said, your voice was weak and shaky. “today was supposed to be a relaxing day. we had such a long and bad hunt and now you guys have to deal with me. we don’t have to go to the hospital. i think i’ll be-“
dean cuts you off. “baby.. what did i say about the apologizing. you never have to say sorry for this. you can’t help it.”
then sam chimes in, “yeah, exactly. we’re always here for you. no matter what. and you seriously don’t have to apologize for something you can’t help.” he pats your shoulder gently.
sam goes up with your stuff and starts the impala. dean tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear again. “are you able to walk, or do you want me to carry you?” he asks, eyes locked in yours. “i can walk.”
dean nods his head and very gently and slowly, he helps you stand up. he placed your arm around his shoulders and held on to your waist as you walked at a slow pace. you got to the bunkers garage, where sam was waiting with the back seat door open. dean helped you get into the seat. he followed behind you and nodded to sam, signaling for him to drive.
sam got in the car and drove out of the garage. dean gently pulled you so your back was against his chest in the backseat of the impala. your head was still bleeding and dean was careful to not put any pressure where the wound was. but her held onto your hand.
the bumps from the car made your head throb, as well as the bright sunlight. you closed your eyes, trying to relax against dean. you knew it was going to be a long evening and night. but, you knew that the love of your life had you. he would do anything to keep you safe and comfortable. you kept ahold of his hand as you rode to the hospital.
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