Supernatural One-Shots

Dean x Reader | "Sweet Dreams."

Request from my tumblr: spn-imagines-to-feel
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You've been sick for nearly the entire week, which made you feel absolutely miserable on top of the headaches, fever, stomach aches, the constant feeling of needing to throw up. And seeing you miserable made Dean miserable, because if you weren't happy, neither was he.

He lay next to you on the sofa now, soothingly rubbing circles into your back as you cuddled into his side, basking in his warmth as you tried to ignore your discomfort. His calloused fingers began to gently comb through your soft hair, and you relaxed further into his side as you heard him begin to hum a Beatles song in his deep voice.

"Come on, babe, smile!" He coaxed, stroking your hair back from your face, a warm smile of his own on his face.

You groaned, shaking your head and burying your face in his chest.

He sighed, holding you closer. "Why don't we put you to bed, then," he said, climbing to his feet. You whined at the loss of heat, and he chuckled, picking you up and carrying you to your shared room.

He laid you in bed, and pulled the covers up to your chin, pressing a kiss to your forehead before straightening up to leave the room.

Your hand darted out and grabbed his. "Can you stay with me?"

He smiled. "Always, Sweetheart."

He climbed in with you and held you in his arms, holding you close to his chest.

"Sweet dreams."