Dr. Dad & Nurse Sammy
DeanxDaughter!Reader, SamxNiece!Reader
Dean Winchester’s six-year-old daughter, Y/N, is playing with her toys, but she looks tired and bored. She sighs and looks up at her father, her sweet smile faded.
“Hey, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” Dean looked down at the girls tired eyes.
“I’m bored, Daddy.” Y/N reached her arms up in hopes of being held.
“Bored? That’s no good. This calls for Doctor Dad and Nurse Sammy.” Dean scoops her up and placed her down on the table that the brothers were sat at.
Sam looks up from his book, grinning as he catches on.
Castiel enters the room, looking confused.
“Dean, Y/N doesn’t need a medical procedure. If she did, wouldn’t she need anesthesia?” Cas approaches the Winchesters, his eyes never leaving the 6 year old.
“Trust me, Cas. This is a different kind of surgery.” Dean gently grasps her shoulders and lays her down on the table, with her head resting on a pillow Sam has placed.
“Alright, Doctor Dad. Shall we prep the patient?” Sam took his place next to his brother.
“Absolutely, Nurse Sammy.” Dean brushed his daughters loose hairs out of her face.
Dean gently cups his hand over Y/N’s mouth.
“Now, sweetheart I need you to count backwards from 10, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.” Y/N giggled as she kicked her dangling feet playfully.
“Here we go. Ten... nine... eight...”
Y/N counts down with him, her eyes closing as she gets into the game.
“And... she’s sedated. Ready to start.”
Sam and Dean begin their playful “surgery,” using mock medical terminology.
“Prepping the area... Scalpel.” Sam placed two fingers gently on the crease of her smile.
They both gently poke and prod at her, causing her to giggle more.
“I think we need 20 cc’s of tickles, stat.” Sam turned to Dean.
“Agreed. Administering the tickle dose.” Dean tickles Y/N’s stomach, and her laughter fills the room.
“Daddy, stop! I’m better now!” The 6 year old pushed their hands away, giggling uncontrollably.
“Not so fast, young lady. You just went through a very delicate surgery. You need to rest.” He gently pushes her back down as she tries to sit up.
“No moving. Doctor’s orders.” He pointed a finger at his daughter.
Castiel watches from the side with a mixture of confusion and amusement.
“Is she cured now?” The angel questioned.
“By the look of that smile, I’m happy in saying that the surgery was a success.” Dean answered, as he cradled his daughter against his chest and made his way to her bedroom. Hoping to finish a perfect day with a movie night.
~Ten Years Later~
Y/N, now 16, is sitting at the kitchen table, looking gloomy and depressed. Dean, Sam, and Castiel notice her mood.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Dean whispered, gaining the attention of his younger brother and angel companion.
“Doctor Dad and Nurse Sammy make a comeback?” Sam questioned, a Cheshire grin across his face.
“Dean, Y/N’s not a little kid anymore. I don’t think she’ll be very open.” Cas spoke up.
“Trust me, Cas. This is exactly what she needs.” The green eyed man patted the angel’s shoulder and snuck up behind the seat that his daughter was sitting in.
“Gotcha!” Dean yelled as she wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and hauled her against his chest.
“Dad! What are you doing?!”
“It’s important, kiddo. It seems that your smile is in need of reconstruction.” Dean grinned as he carried her down the long hallway of the bunker, leading to the infirmary.
Sam joins them, grinning. Y/N struggles furiously, but Dean’s grip is firm.
“Come on, Abby. It’s for your own good.” Sam gently placed his hand on his niece’s shoulder in attempt to calm her down.
They drag her to the infirmary, where the room is set up like an operating theater. Y/N’s eyes widen in disbelief.
“Are you serious?” She yelled in shock.
“Deadly serious. Nurse Sammy, prep the patient.” Dean handed his daughter off to Sam as if she was a rag doll .
Sam lifts her up and places her on the infirmary bed, in constant dodging of her flailing legs and arms.
“Hold still, my little stubborn patient.” Dean takes her wrists in his hands as he tries to hold her down.
“This is ridiculous!” The teenager’s attempts to escape never ceasing.
“It seems we have no choice. Alright, Sammy. 20 cc’s of tickles.”
Dean tickles her like he used to when she was 6. Despite her stubborn and defiant charade, Y/N starts laughing.
“Stop it, Dad!” She begs as her laughter overpowers her words.
They finally let her sit up, and Y/N’s mood has visibly improved.
“Remember, you need a lot of rest after such a delicate surgery.” Dean grabbed her hands and helped her off of the bed.
“You guys are ridiculous.” She giggled as she rolled her eyes, happy to have such caring people in her life.
~By Bitches~
