Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #69: New Wallpaper

Hello fellas. I'm so sorry I haven't been updating, but I was hit with one of the worst cases of writer's block I've ever had in my life. I'll try my best to start updating more often. Also, if you've commented on something recently or messaged me and didn't receive a response, it is not because I ignored you or didn't see it. My Wattpad app is acting up and won't let me respond to comments on my stories, so please do not think I'm deliberately avoiding replying to you guys. Anyway, that's all for now, enjoy this really short imagine.

Imagine: You start your period.

Age: 16

"Boys!" You half-screamed, half-groaned in pain as another bout of terrible cramping went through you, curling up into a tighter ball in your bed and wrapping yourself deeper into the blankets, shivering with pain.

Eventually the brothers made it into the room, looking down at the little egg that was you with confusion followed closely by concern.

"What's wrong with her?" Sam said, casting a side-eyed glance at his brother. Dean thought for a moment, lips pursed, before he seemed to get it.

"What's today?" He asked, his gaze never wavering off of you.

"The 5th." Sam responded, obviously confused. Dean's eyes widened a little.

"Ah, hell."

"What?"

"It's shark week."

You stared at both brothers with lips puffed out pleadingly as Sam's eyes widened in realization.

"Oh," He said, before smiling warmly, "Lucky for us we know the drill."

"I got the snacks," Dean said, "You get her in the movie room with blankets and a heating pad. Also, crank the AC up on your way. She's gonna wanna cuddle."

You smiled triumphantly as Sam lifted you out of the bed like you were crippled and couldn't walk on your own, crossing your arms and pointing your nose to the sky.

Dean disappeared into the kitchen and Sam carried you to the movie room, depositing you on the couch and retrieving the heating pad. He plugged it in and handed it to you, and you didn't hesitate to shove it beneath your shirt, sighing as it begin to work on your muscles.

Dean appeared a few minutes later and placed a bowl of candy on the table while Sam put in a movie.

"I cleared the afternoon, kid," He said as he popped an M&M into his mouth, "We're all yours."

"Cuddles." You demanded, holding out your arms to him. He chuckled and shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"I'm coming, you dork, just let me change. We were supposed to go to Montana today." He chirped, gesturing to his jeans before once more leaving the room, Sam following. They returned a few minutes later, both donned in sweatpants and solid color T-shirts.

Dean sat beside you and you immediately sat up and placed your back to his chest, his arms about your waist as Sam stretched out with his shoulders and head in your lap, the heating pad discarded as you carded your fingers through Sam's hair and watched the movie.

     "Stupid uterus." You mumbled to yourself as you angrily stuffed another handful of candy in your mouth. Dean chuckled and Sam craned his neck to look up at you.

     "What is it like?" He asked, "Cause it seems like hell."

     "Yeah, that's accurate," You responded, voice muffled by chocolate. You gave a hard swallow and cleared your throat, "Its like-- It's like my uterus thinks I'm having a baby and it's like, 'Hey! Look at this cute wallpaper I put up in the baby's room!' And I'm like, 'We're not having a baby.' And my uterus is like, 'What?' and gets angry and tears down the wallpaper and punches me a few times and that wallpaper is the blood and the punches are the cramps but then my uterus calms down and does the same thing again a month later." You explained dramatically, and neither brother could help but to chuckle.

     "That was a hilarious and disgusting description, and I never want to see wallpaper ever again." Dean said, and you rolled your eyes, your head falling back to his chest as he kissed your hair.

     "Thank you guys for taking care of me. Sorry you had to miss out on your hunt." You said, eyes falling shut as you began to French braid a few pieces of Sam's hair.

     "Why would you be sorry that we missed a hunt? Any day off is a good day." Sam said, perfectly content with the feeling of your fingers in his hair and your chest rising and falling beneath his shoulders.

     "I mean, yeah, but we should be out there, the family business and all." You murmured nonchalantly, shrugging.

     "Wait," Dean said suddenly, as if he'd just realized something, "Shouldn't you be going through major moods swings right now? All you've been today is cuddly and happy."

     "Well, actually, contrary to belief most woman don't experience mood swings that are as physically visible as people think. We feel them, sure, but most of us are able to keep them from showing too much." You said, shrugging once again before letting out a large yawn.

     "Uh oh, Sam, looks like we got a sleepy kitten on our hands here." Dean said, wrapping his arms around you tighter and smiling as you yawned again, a blush lighting your cheeks.

     "Shut up, dude." You said with a small giggle, "I am no kitten."

"Certainly not," Sam agreed very seriously, nodding his head, "You're more like a fluffy little duckling."

"Screw you," You said through a chuckle, smacking his shoulder while he light-heartedly flinched away with a laugh, "It's like Dean said, I'm a shark, and its shark week so be careful."

"Hey," Dean spoke up from behind you, "No shark week is gonna chase us away from our girl."

"Yeah, actually now that I think about, you guys aren't grossed out by this stuff like other males or whatever." You thought out loud, pulling Dean's hand from where it rested on your stomach and examining it absentmindedly, bending and pulling his fingers gently.

"Well, it's a natural thing that happens," Sam said with a shrug, "Its not like you can help it."

"Yeah, true," You mumbled, letting out another yawn, "Either way, I'm glad you two are with me."

And so the day was spent with lots of chocolate, Disney movies, and only the best of cuddles from the two lumps of flannel you called home.