Supernatural Imagines

11. It's Just A Cold (Sam and Dean x Reader)

Imagine: Sam and Dean taking care of you when you are sick.

Not Real Recap: After having a fight with Sam and Dean, you storm out of the bunker to cool down. The next thing you know, everything goes black. You wake up, laying in bed, Sam and Dean started freaking out saying you were gone for 2 weeks. (If you would like this to be a chapter go ahead and comment!)

You hear Dean talking to Sam out in the hallway,

"I don't know man, I mean she looks REALLY sick. It can't just be a cold," you scoff and roll your eyes,

"It's just a cold I promise!" you yell out in a nasally voice.

"You don't know that!" Dean yelled back. You had caught a cold a few days before, but you didn't handle colds very well. You did look very sick.

You started coughing uncontrollably, causing Sam and Dean to quickly rush in. Sam grabbed the cup of water on your bedside table, and held it up to your lips.

Once you had taken a sip, you sighed in relief. Dean looked worried, and Sam looked calm. Though he always looked like that, even when he was worried.

"You guys are just being paranoid!" You huff out, annoyed.

"No, we're being safe. You disappear for 2 weeks, no calling, no e-mails, no credit card activity. Nothing. Then you come back, not remembering anything. Then, you're sick! Honestly y/n, can you blame us?" Dean said, throwing up his arms.

You cringe at the thought. Everything for that time space was blank. You were gone for 2 weeks according to Sam and Dean. But, there was nothing. All you know is one second you were standing in front of the bunker door, then you woke up inside, in bed.

"Listen, I've been sick before, this is just a coincidence!" you say for what feels like the millionth time. Dean shakes his head and leaves the room. Sam starts laughing after a minute.

"What's so funny Rapunzel?" you ask struggling to reach towards your book on your dresser. Sam scoffs and grabs the book for you.

"What's funny y/n, is that maybe it is just a cold, or maybe it isn't," he says handing you the book,

"But, even if it is a normal cold, not saying it is, Dean is getting all worked up over it," Sam says leaning back in his chair.

"But, can you blame him y/n? I mean you were gone for 2 weeks, and have no remembrance of where or what you were doing. That's pretty fishy," he says running his hands through his hair.

Did you think it was weird? Yes. Did you blame Sam and Dean for being worried? No. But was their coddling getting annoying? Hell yes.

After reading for a while, you start to yawn. Sam got up, and pulled your covers over you, when your eyes were slowly drifting shut. He took the book, and set it back on your dresser. Just as he was walking out the door, Dean came in. Probably to watch over you.

Just as you slipped into sleep, you felt Dean kiss your forehead.

**Time Lapse: 3 hours**

Dean was trying to gently shake you back into consciousness.

"Y/N? Come on, you need to eat," Dean shook you again, harder this time. No response.

Worry started to build up in him.

"Y/N? Wake up. Wake up y/n!" He was shaking you, and stopped to feel your pulse. He failed to find one.

"Sam! Get in here!" Dean screamed quickly running his hands through your H/C hair.

Sam rushed in, and saw Dean starting to give you CPR. Blood was slowly running from your right nostril.

After 5 minutes.. There was no response. Sam pulled the covers on top of your body, as Dean sat at the end, running his hands through his hair.

"What the hell happened?" he asked with tear filled eyes.

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Okay guys, so yes you die basically. If you would like to know what happened on the 2 weeks that you were gone, and would like a separate chapter on it, please comment and let me know!

That would be so weird wouldn't it. Also, I might make this again, except you don't die.. because it's actually a cold... :)

Kay