“Y/N,” Dean whined from the couch, lenghtening your name. You smiled
and sighed at the same time. He was like a child when he got sick.
just let me finish the soup,” you answered. You stirred the tomato rice
soup for one last time before you poured it into a bowl.
“But Y/N,” Dean whined again. “I want you now!”
sighed before you opened the door to his room. “I’m already there,” you
said with a smile and placed the soup on the small table next to his
bed. Then you looked at him.
He’d catched the flu a few days ago
and because he’d denied that he was sick, it had gotten worse. And now
he was sitting on his bed, wearing a hoodie and tucked into deveral
layers of blankets.
“Do you want anything else?” You asked him and
placed a hand on his forehead to see if his fever was as high as it had
been before. Unfortunately, yes. “You better get rid off this fever,”
you mumbled, more to yourself.
“Cuddle with me,” Dean said and you raised an eyebrow and frowned at him.
“Dean, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t want to get sick too,” you said and gave him an apologizing smile.
pouted and you had to admit that it looked quite cute. “But I want you
to cuddle with me,” he whined and you sighed an ‘okay’ before you
climbed on his bed and opened your arms.
“Come here,“ you said and Dean smiled slightly before he snuggled up to you and rested his head on your stomach.
You began to play with his hair and before Dean drifted away, he mumbled, “you’re the best Y/N I know.”