Requested by . Dean x Reader, younger ages, sorta AU theme, no spoilers except a mention of something from Season 10 (however, you can still read the fic, if you haven't gotten that far yet, since it won't really mean anything important until season 10)... Primarily from the reader's POV. Warning: Mild language, Sickness depictions, and general grossness. Enjoy!

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You sat down at the table in your motel room, waiting for Dean to get back with food. Knowing him the way you did, he would be back shortly with lots of fattening food, and salads since you and Sammy had both requested one. However you had also requested a burger too, to make your meal a bit more well rounded.

"Where did he say he was going again?" you ask Sammy, not really remembering.

"Biggerson's, I think. Why?" Sam asked curiously, looking up from his math book. He regarded you thoughtfully, wondering why his dad had been okay with you joining the team, a few years back.

"Just wondering what's taking him so long." You say quickly, not wanting Sammy to see how worried you were. "Are you still planning on going to the library tonight?" you ask quickly, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah, we got that paper due... Remember?" Sam asked curiously, wondering if you had forgotten your homework again.

"Oh yeah, I'll have to finish mine tonight too..." You say with a halfhearted shrug, not really planning on finishing it at all.

"Yeah, its due tomorrow. Tell Dean, I'll eat when i get home." Sam said, standing up and grabbing his backpack. He walked to the door, opening it up to show Dean with his hands and mouth full. "See ya later, Dean." he said, leaving without another word.

Dean walked inside, handing you some of the food stuff. "What's wrong with Sammy?" He asked sternly, giving you a look that said 'Don't you dare lie to me,'.

"Hey, Dean. He has a paper due tomorrow... Well, we both do." You admit softly, knowing he would force you to finish your homework tonight... Sometimes you seriously hated being in the same class as Sam.

"Is that all? Y/N, you should be going with him." Dean said, raising his eyebrows at you in challenge.

"I will finish it here." You say quickly, putting your hands up in surrender. "It's mostly done." you add quickly, opening one of the bags and putting Sam's food to the side.

"It better be, Y/N. You know Dad will kill me, if I let you fall behind on your studies." Dean said, paling slightly at the thought.

"I won't let anything happen to you." You promise, meaning it wholeheartedly. You pull out both burgers and your salad, handing Dean his burger. "Eat up..." you tease softly, trying not to blush.

Dean chuckled softly, opening his burger and taking a big bite of his burger. He wrinkled his nose briefly, before digging in with big bites.

You roll your eyes, seeing him wrinkle his nose, and put the burger away. Instead, you decide to eat your salad, since it looks better anyway. You dig into your salad, eating the majority of it, before putting it with Sam's food.

You look over at Dean, in time to see him grimace, and drop his mostly eaten burger scraps into the trash. You could see his nose wrinkling, and hated the sense of dread that washed over you.

"Wanna watch a movie?" You ask slyly, hoping that Dean had forgotten about your homework.

Dean sat down heavily on the couch, shaking his head briefly. "Y/N, don't test me tonight... Do your homework!" He ordered firmly, not wanting to admit he suddenly didn't feel so hot. He rubbed his temples, before turning the tv on low, and closed his eyes.

You sigh, pulling your homework out and start working on it. You secretly throw glances over at him, worried that something may be wrong with him. Even more so, when you hear him start snoring before 7 o'clock at night.

You get up silently, walking over to feel his forehead lightly. You clench your teeth, painfully hard, when you feel how clammy and sweaty Dean is. Definitely, not a good sign, in any shape or form. You walk over to the little kitchen nook, looking for an ice bucket or trash can, anything that can hold a minor amount of liquid if necessary.

"Y/N?" Dean groaned, sitting up quickly and looking around in open fear.

"I'm right here, Dean. It's okay, you're okay." You say quickly, grabbing ice bucket and running to his side quickly.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" Dean asked seriously, ignoring how awful he felt.

You could see all the color draining from his face, hear his breathing pick up, and see the increase of sweat on his brow. You shake your head briefly, putting the bucket in his lap.

"No, but you are." You say gently, putting your hand on the back of his neck and pushed it down lightly. You held his head over the bucket, feeling him pant faintly.

"Y/N....? Something doesn't feel right..." he groaned tensely, panting harder as his body started hurting and he gagged forcefully.

"That burger was bad... You wrinkled your nose when you bit into it." You explain gently, rubbing his back. You can feel how heavily he is sweating, already through his shirt.

"Damn burger!" he growled angrily, before clamping his jaw shut tightly. He was not going to let anything come up.

"Dean, don't do that... You need to let yourself throw it up, or it will come out of your ass." You warn firmly, glaring at him to prove your point.

He gulped repeatedly, willing his body to stop. He couldn't stand the idea of throwing up, not like this. "Y/N... I need to go to the bathroom..." he pleaded suddenly, panting again.

"Okay, okay, come on." You say, helping him to his feet slowly, and supporting him when he swayed. "I got ya." you say quickly, holding him up and walking him slowly to the bathroom.

You two get to about the doorway of the bathroom, when he jolts away from you. He gagged harshly, barely making it over the sink in time for some liquid to come up.

"Sorry..." he slurred, gripping the sides of the sink so tightly, his knuckles turned white.

"Hey, its okay." you say gently, rubbing his back. You look down at his jeans in confusion, seeing that there was a darker line growing wider on his pant legs. "Um... Are you spilling something on your pants?" you ask, blushing deep red.

He looked down in shock/ horror, seeing what you saw and panicked. "Out! Now!" he yelled suddenly, not wanting you to see him like this.

You jump at how harsh his tone was, nod quickly, and bolt from the room. You collapse on the couch, shaking slightly as you wrack your brain in an effort to figure out what happened.

Out of nowhere, a loud thump happens, coming from the bathroom area. You stiffen, looking towards the bathroom, worriedly, not sure if you should react or not.

Seconds later the front door clicks and opens to show Sam. You jump up and embrace him immediately, breaking down into tears.

"Y/N? What's going on? Are you okay? What did Dean do?" Sam demanded firmly, pushing you back slightly to look at you.

"He... got... mad... yelled... then... a... thump..." You stammered out, trying to stop the tears. You point towards the bathroom, praying to God that Sam understood you.

"Okay, I'll check on him. You stay here, until I say its okay." Sam says quickly, pulling a gun from his backpack in preparation to spring into action.

You nod quickly, eyes widening as you see the gun. You drop to your knees, behind the couch, watching Sam for a signal, as you pull a rifle out from under the couch.

Sam puts his finger to his lips, before walking around to the bathroom and opening the door. "Shit! Dean, you okay? Talk to me!" you hear him say urgently, already reaching for your phone to dial 9-1-1.

He walked out of the bathroom a few moments later, looking at you with a smile. "He's really sick, Y/N. And he feels really bad for yelling at you, like that. He was just embarrassed that he had shit his pants like that, especially in front of you. He is in the tub, and would love your company, if you don't mind the puking and stuff." He explained, shaking his head before putting his gun away in his backpack.

You look at him in surprise, debating on whether or not to go in there. After a moment or two of thinking, you square your shoulders and walk into the bathroom determined to not look like you had just been bawling your eyes out.

"Dean?" You ask, before walking into the bathroom. You could here him breathing hard, and see him shivering hard in the tub. "Are you decent?" you ask, not wanting to make him anymore uncomfortable than necessary.

"No, but its hidden..." Dean panted softly, curling in on himself in the tub.

You move to his side quickly, not wanting him to get hurt. "Are you okay? What was that thump?" you ask softly, touching the side of his face gently.

"I fell in the tub, trying to clean up... Hit my head pretty hard." Dean admitted softly, turning his head to show a nasty looking bruise on the side of his face.

You gasp softly, mutter curses under your breath. "Sam, I need some ice... Like now!" you yell, knowing Sam would hear you.

"Working on it!" Sam hollered back, walking in briefly, handing you a bag of ice. "Make sure he stays awake, he may have a concussion." he warned, walking away quickly.

"Right, thanks Sam." you say, as you wrap the ice in a clean towel. You place it against Dean's bruised face, feeling for a fever. "You've got quite a fever; have you drank any water?" you ask, grabbing a new cup and filling it with water, before offering it to Dean.

"No, I have been afraid to... Don't want a reappearance in any form." Dean shuddered, accepting the water uncertainly. He put the drink to his lips and took a sip, before gulping down the water in rush.

"Oh... Dean..." You started to protest, but it was too late to stop him.

Dean's face paled to almost white, before vomiting the water back up harshly. Once he started vomiting, he didn't stop for the better part of a half an hour.

You stayed by his side, rubbing his back with a cool washcloth, and whispering softly into his ear. You sighed softly, when he was reduced to only dry heaves. \

"You're okay, we need to get some meds in you." You admit aloud, before picking up a tylenol bottle from beside the sink. "Take two, get out of the tub, dry off and get dressed, and come curl up on the couch with me." you add gently, handing him the bottle.

You leave the bathroom, gathering up blankets and pillows, and a bowl. Once you had it all set up, you smiled at Sam who was off to bed, and smiled even brighter when you saw a weak and exhausted Dean walk into the living room. You patted the towel on the couch beside you.

"Just in case, you have another accident." you assured gently, when he looked at you questioningly.

"Thanks, Y/N." he said tiredly, as he curled up beside you, and rested his head in your lap. "Don't let me sleep..." he requested softly, too exhausted to think too clearly.

"I won't... You don't want to miss the new episode of Buffy, do you?" you asked softly, knowing Dean loved the show.

He blinked a few times, before shaking his head. He snuggled into you, watching the episode intently, until it got to a less than pretty fight scene. "Imgonna..." he started to say, clamping a hand over his mouth.

You hand him the bowl, as he started gagging into it. He kept gagging, not bringing anything up.

"Relax, and breathe..." You said gently, hoping he would be able to stop soon. Suddenly, before you could stop him, he shoved his fingers down his throat, vomiting into the bowl forcefully.

Finally he stopped, looking like he had just been beaten to a pulp. "Sorry, Y/N, it was taking to long and hurt..." he whispered, knowing you hated forced vomiting.

"A little warning next time would be nice, but at least, you look better now." You say softly, taking the bowl and washing it out. "Its been long enough, you can sleep now if you want to." you add, when you walk back into the room.

"Can we watch a little more tv?" He asked shyly, looking at you innocently.

"Fine... But try to relax, okay?" You ask, sitting down after he nodded his agreement. He lay his head in your lap again, falling asleep almost instantly.

You laugh softly, bend down, and kiss his forehead. To your relief, his fever was almost gone, so you snuggled down with him, watching tv until you fell asleep too.

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Sam woke up the next morning, to find you and Dean snuggled up on the couch, sound asleep.

I hope you enjoyed this little fic, it was a blast to write. :) As always: vote, comment, and request away! Love you all! <3