Imagine you're on your period and your brothers leave you with your boyfriend Chuck while they go hunting.

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Seven days of immense torture. That is how you describe the monthly curse that plagues every single woman in the world. It is not only torment for you, it is torment for anyone that even comes near you during those days. 

Prone to crazy cravings, painful cramps, raging emotions, and overall unpleasantness, when you're on your period everyone tries to stay on your good side. 

Right now, you're in the backseat of the Impala, crying your eyes out. The reason? A sad song came over the radio and it hit you right in the feels. 

Sam and Dean? Well, they're in the front seats trying not to laugh as you cry helplessly as the song keeps playing because they know that if they so much as chuckle they'll get an earful. And they really don't want to make you mad. 

"What are you two jerks laughing at?" You say, wiping tears from your red eyes. 

Sam straightens in his seat, "Nothing."

"Good!" You sob. 

Dean and Sam share a look before Dean says, "Next hunt is a vampire, so unfortunately you can't come."

You nod, "I know. They'd be able to smell me a mile away." you sigh before suddenly shouting, "Stupid period! Stupid cramps!"

Your brothers flinch at your outburst. They can't wait to have some quiet time without you there being a pest.

"We're gonna drop you off at Chuck's, okay?"

You nod, groaning and clutching your sore area, "Yeah. Hey, got any chocolate? Or pickles? Do you have chocolate and pickles? I really want pickles...and chocolate."

"Uh, no we don't. Maybe Chuck does." Sam says, raising his eyebrow but not questioning your cravings.

You drive in silence until you reach Chuck's place. You get out of that car and grab your duffel bag before entering Chuck's house. You don't need to knock because he already knows you're coming.

"Chuck! Got any pickles and chocolate?!" You yell as you make your way to the kitchen.

Chuck comes down the stairs and looks at Sam and Dean. They give him a pitying glance and Dean explains, "Shark week, if you know what I mean." 

Chuck's eyes widen at that information, and he nods. 

"CHUCK!" You yell, still on your quest for food. 

He nervously looks into the kitchen, "Coming, Y/n!" He turns back to Sam and Dean, "Good luck out there."

"No, good luck to you, you're gonna need it," Dean replies before they head out.

Chuck enters the kitchen to find you spooning Nutella into your mouth with a pickle waiting in your other hand. Confused, he watches as you swallow the Nutella and then take a bite of the pickle. You let out a moan of satisfaction before doubling over in pain as cramps wrack your body. 

"Anything I can do?" He asks, clearly concerned.

You nod, "Have any Disney movies? I just wanna cuddle on the couch and watch a movie."

He smiles and nods. He finds a movie and puts it in the player. He also grabs a comfy blanket and brings it to the couch where you sit, already eating popcorn. 

The movie plays and you realize he put on Bambi.  You grin, remembering having seen it when you were younger. 

Everything goes smoothly with you cuddled against Chuck until Bambi's mother dies. Suddenly, the tears come full force. You're bawling your eyes out and poor Chuck doesn't know what to do. 

"Y/n...it's just a movie." He tries to explain.

You won't have any of that. "Just a movie? Just a movie?! This is the saddest thing I've ever watched. Now Bambi has to grow up without a mother and with a poor deadbeat excuse of a dad!" 

By now you're sobbing and half-screaming. 

As you ranted, Chuck realized that you could relate to Bambi. After all, your mom died when you were young and you were raised by John who, let's face it, wasn't the best father. 

Upon realizing this, he holds you close, "It's okay Y/n, I'm here. You'll always have me."

You relax and clutch Chuck closer to you, breathing in his comforting scent. He smiles as you hug and you finally stop crying. The crying stops only to be replaced with pain. 

"Ahh!" You scream a bit as the pain goes through you. You clench your fists and writhe in agony as you yell for Chuck to get the painkillers. 

He leaps up and does as told. You swallow the pills and wash it down with water. While waiting for the pills to work, you screw your eyes shut and pray for the pain to subside. It does, and you're able to watch the rest of the movie in peace. 

Eventually, you fall asleep. Chuck, trying not to disturb you, cleans up the spilt popcorn on the floor and washes the dishes. While he's cleaning up, a knock interrupts him.

He opens the door, exhaustion evident on his face as he comes face to face with Sam and Dean. 

"Woah, Chuck, are you okay?" Sam asks as he steps inside.

He sighs and shakes his head, "This has been a really stressful day."