jude rice

Hey Jude & Tomato Rice Soup: Dean x Reader Fluff

Hey Jude & Tomato Rice Soup: Dean x Reader Fluff

Rating: T

Warnings: IT’S SO FLUFFY.

Word Count: 535

AN: Hello.  This is a direct sequel to my story Chicken Soup.  :) 

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“ACHOO!”  You sneezed loudly and cringed when it echoed off the high ceilings of the bunker.  You had been feeling light headed and clammy for the past few days, but that didn’t stop you from helping the boys out with chores.  You were currently standing over the ironing board with one of Dean’s shirt.  You blinked rapidly when a sudden bout of dizziness overtook you.  

“Uggghhhhhhhh.” You groaned as you swiped sweat from your forehead.  Sighing loudly, you went to step backward and squealed loudly as you lost your footing.  You fell to the floor with a loud crash and let out a wail of pain as the ironing board came down with you.  Laying on the floor, you groaned as pain rushed to your head from every part of your body.  You barely registered when the sound of loud thudding boots entered the room.  

“Y/N, Sweetheart?” You heard Dean call out.  You could only let out a small cry of pain in response.  Dean was by your side in a flash as he bent down to scoop you into his arms. You barely registered him making his way to his bedroom, before you realised that you were laying on the soft mattress.  Your head felt like someone had cracked it like an egg and your rear felt like it was broken.  Dean reached out to touch your face and his eyes widen in surprise.

“Damn it, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”  He asked a little sharper than he intended.    You stared up at him and mumbled about wanting to help him.   Dean’s features soften instantly and he brought his hand down to cup your face.  

“Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”  He said as he bent to kiss your temple.  You hummed in response- the pain in your head still overwhelming.   “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”  He said as he quickly left the room.  A little while later, he came in with a tray full of goodies and a cold pack for your head.  Setting it to the side, he helped you prop yourself up onto the pillows.  You smiled gingerly at him when he placed the ice pack on your aching head.   He reached for the bowl and your heart skipped a beat when you saw what was inside: tomato rice soup.  

You swallowed the lump in your throat as tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes.  You remembered when you had shared with Dean that your mother always made you chicken noodle soup when you were sick.  She’d press a cold washcloth to your head and snuggle with you in bed.  That had prompted him to tell you about when his mother would make him tomato rice soup and sing him ‘Hey Jude’.  It always made you so grateful that you still had your mother and so heartbroken for Dean for losing his.  

Your tears didn’t go unnoticed and he was instantly asking if you were still in pain.  You smiled brilliantly at him before speaking.

“I’m fine, Dean…  Just sing me, ‘Hey Jude’ please.”

Dean’s eyes smiled at you as he began to sing to your soul.

“Hey Jude… Don’t make it bad…:”


The opening scene of Closer (2003), featuring the Damien Rice song, “The Blower’s Daughter”.