Adam Milligan~

"Are you sure you don't want anything else?" This is the fifth time he's asked you this question in the past thirty minutes, and you resort to throwing a pillow at him.

"Are you implying that I'm wrong?"

His eyes widen comically at your words, and the blond boy quickly shakes his head. "No no no, of course not!"

You wrinkle your nose in distaste as your head starts to pound from the scent of his shirt.

"Actually, can you take off your shirt? I love the smell of the detergent you guys use but it's making my headache worse." A smirk crosses Adam's lips as he stands up from where he was sitting beside you on the bed, and he teasingly starts to lift his shirt.

"Are you sure it's not just because you wanna see me shirtless?"

You throw another pillow at him and it hits him square in the face.

Balthazar~

Your eyes open of their own accord, and they widen as your stomach lurches. Dropping your paintbrush on the desk, you lunge towards the bathroom attached to your room and barely make it to the toilet before your stomach rids itself of its contents.

"Y/n? Are you alright love?" Balthazar stands in the doorway of the bathroom, concern shadowing his face as he sees you kneeling by the toilet, wiping your mouth with a tissue, you groan in discomfort as you stand up, and that's all the answer that Balthazar needs before vanishing to somewhere else in the house.

"Coward!" You yell after him, but doing so, brings a bout of coughing, and you drop back down to your knees in front of the toilet.

"Easy love." Gentle fingers pull your hair back into a ponytail, and a tylonal is offered to you.
"Just take it easy. You seem sick."

"Oh really? I had no idea." You fill your growl with as much sarcasm as possible, and Balthazar snickers behind you.

"It must have been those leftovers that you insisted on eating when I easily could have taken you to a nice restaurant."

"Just shut up and keep my hair out of my face."

Bobby Singer~

"I'm dying."

Bobby sighs as he watches you laying on the couch from his spot at his desk.
"No, you're not. You're just a bit sick. If you didn't refuse your medicine you would be fine by now." His gruff voice is like music to your ears, and your roll onto your back to look at the ceiling.

"Can you at least read to me? I don't like the quiet." Your head starts to pound as soon as you speak again, and you fight the urge to run to the toilet.

"Like what? The phone book?" His sarcastic tone brings a smile to your face, and you slowly shake your head.

"Just read out the case you're helping the boys with. Read the information needed to kill the thing. Anything really."

He sighs again. Long and drawn out, before clearing his throat and beginning to read.

Castiel~

"What is wrong with you Y/n?" The poorly confused angel stands worriedly at the bathroom door as you retch, and his worried voice sends sympathy clouding your thoughts.

"Nothing honeybee. Why don't you start up a movie and make some soup?"

"Will, that makes you feel better?" You can almost see him. Leaning against the door, worry etched in his face as he tries to help you.

"Of course it will. Now hurry along and I'll be right out."

You hear his footsteps fading away as he leaves the door, and you slowly stand up. Grabbing the pill bottle, you shake two into your hand and swallow them dry.

"I swear if it's Frozen again I'm going to actually die." You mumble as you walk down the hallway, hearing the start of a Disney movie.

"Y/n! Here is the soup you requested, and I have started the movie Frozen!"

A low groan leaves your lips, but you can't help smiling when you lay down next to him.

Maybe this won't be too bad.

Crowley~

You never get sick. Being an angel and your vessel having a very strong immune system. But you wanted to know what it was like to be sick, so you pretended.

"Crowley? What happens when a human gets sick?"

Without looking up from his papers, he replies:" They die."

Your eyes widen in horror, a gasp escaping your lips.

"That's impossible!"

Finally looking up, Crowley sees your distress and groans.
"They don't die. They flop around being lazy and whining like the pathetic beings they are."

"I want to try."

He blinks stupidly. Not understanding what you just said.
"You want to try being pathetic?"

"No! Sick!"

He rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers. Instantly taking the two of you to your shared room.

"Here. Lay down and look tired. I'll send someone up to tend to you. Is that all?"

You smile gratefully at him. Happy that he finally gave in and is helping you try something human.

"Yes. Thank you, my king."

He puffs out his chest proudly at your statement, love gleaming in his eyes.

"Only the best for you my queen."

Dean Winchester~

"When I finally die, don't sell your soul again for me kay?"

Dean looks down at you from his spot laying next to you on the bed.
"What are you even talking about? You're not dying any time soon or I will personally kick Death's ass."

You shake your head as he hands you your glass of water with two devils. (I wrote advils but it autocorrected to devils and I'm keeping it that way because I think it's funny)
"No I mean when I die from this sickness don't try to bring me back. It's for the greater good. You must carry on. Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are-"
"-ok that's enough of that. Just drink your water and go to sleep." He interrupts your delirious chatter and shoves the pills in your mouth unapologetically.

"Someone needs to work on their Christmas cheer." You manage to mumble around the pills before swallowing them with water.

"Y/n." He stares at you in full seriousness before continuing.
"It's the middle of July."

Gabriel~

"What in hells bells is wrong with you today?"

You glare at the archangel as he plops down on the couch beside you, and pops a chocolate in his mouth.

"Shut up and pass me the remote sugar boy."
Gabriel only raises his eyebrows before silently following your order and snapping up some chocolate for you.

"Is it your time of the-"
"Shut up and no. Get that stuff away from me now." The mere sight of chocolate has your stomach in knots, and you have to look away.

"Ok? Can I do anything or..."
He tentatively moves to snuggle up against you, but you push him away.

"You're too warm. Get off."

He disappointed looks away and snaps his fingers to start your favorite show. "Okie dokie."

"Moving around behind the couch, he starts running his fingers through your hair, and you sigh in satisfaction as his fingers play with your hair.

"Thanks, sugarpie."

He looks down at you, fear and confusion in his eyes.
"Did you just call me-"

"Shut up!"

Lucifer~

"Fix me now." Your voice is deadly calm as you stare at the devil himself. Quite happy to kick him where the sun doesn't shine if he doesn't do as you ask.

His eyebrows raise, but he doesn't answer. Instead vouching to keep his mouth shut and pretend that he can't hear you.

"Lucifer!!!" You try again, but he still ignores you, focusing solely on the contracts on his desk.

"Lucypooh! Lucy baby? Lucifer do something please!" You're almost begging now, and he smirks as you wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders.

"What seems to be the problem my love?"

Your rage flares at his words, and without another sentance, you turn around and leave the room.

"Wait! Y/n wait I can help you!" He sscrambles out of his chair, knocking over his jar of pencils in the process, to get to you as you walk down the hallway.

"Wait!"

Sam Winchester~

Sam follows you to the livingroom, and it takes everything in you to shove him away as he cuddles against you on the couch. Offering soup and water.

You have to forcefully remove yourself from his embrace to get to the front door.
"Sam I can survive the twenty minutes that it takes you to get the medicine. Now go you goofball and leave me to my misery."
You push him out the door, tired of his helicopter-mom instincts as he found out you were sick.

Before he can protest, you're shutting the door in his face, and sliding the keys to your car through the mail slot.

"The sooner you leave the sooner you get back Samsquatch!"