Dean, It Hurts
Characters: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 920
Warnings: eye headaches, fluffy dean, caring dean, pain, that’s about it I guess.
Request: Can you do a Dean imagine where he takes care of his girlfriend who gets eye headaches? This happens to me all the time and the one I’m getting over was bad enough to make me cry for almost a half hour.
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“Oh no, not this shit again.” You muttered as you got out of the bed carefully. You didn’t want to wake Dean up in the middle of the night. He just came back from a nasty ass hunt and you didn’t want to disturb him at all.
You crept out of the room and to the bathroom where your medicine was. This kind of shit happened all the time. You would get eye headaches which sounds a lot worse than you think. It is a lot worse than it sounds. You didn’t get them all the time but when you did, holy fucking hell, were you in so much pain.
Dean didn’t really know you had them because you would get them when either he wasn’t around or they weren’t that bad for you to show any pain. But you always knew when they would start and one would start right now.
You treaded into the bathroom and turned on the light. Groaning, you turned them back off. Light wasn’t good for your eyes and that means you would have to find your medicine in the dark. Light and loud noises would make your eyes throb and just make it worse.
You bumped into the counter because you couldn’t see a damn thing. The Bunker had no windows whatsoever so it was pith black, you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. You reached blindly out in front of you and slapped the mirror. You traced along it’s edges until you grasped the end of it and pulling it open.
There wasn’t a lot of stuff in there and only one pill bottle so you ran your hands on the shelves until you felt the familiar pill bottle. When you grabbed it, you cursed very loudly and threw it across the room. It was empty. God fucking dammit. You grasped the counter and hunched over it, closing your eyes tightly. The pain wasn’t that bad but you knew it would get worse.