Period pains - Dean Winchester
Warnings: none really. Poorly written (it's currently 4 am and i wrote this in like 10 minutes) not proofread. Dean calls reader darling and sweetheart, does include crying, mention of a pad
Genre: fluff
Word count: 652
You, Dean and Sam were working a case in a small town in the middle of nowhere, it was supposed to be a quick salt-and-burn though it was being dragged out due to the ghost being cremated; you guys couldn't find the object it was tied to. All of you decide to turn in to the hotel for the night, Dean saying something about how 'sleeping it off’ will help. You and Sam were sitting in Baby while Dean checked you guys in. A few minutes went by of you and Sam talking about the case, before you saw Dean walk outside with a sour look on his face. When he got in the car, he turned to look at you and Sam before speaking
“They only had two rooms available, and both of them are single beds, so someone's gonna have to share” he explained. Sam sighed, disliking the idea of sharing a bed with someone, especially his brother.
You all decided that you and Dean would share, and went to your respective rooms. Once inside, you sat your bags down before going to take a hot shower to alleviate your tense muscles. Leaving the bathroom, you saw Dean sitting on the floor on a few blankets watching old western movies on tv.
“Dean, what are you doing?” you ask, looking at him confusedly
“watching tv?” he replied, confused
“not that, I meant why are you on the floor?”
“so you can have the bed” he said casually, not removing his eyes from the television
“you realize we can both sleep on the bed, right?”
After a few minutes of arguing, and him trying to prove his point of how it's the ‘’gentlemanly thing to do”, you finally give up, and collapse onto the mattress. You fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow, exhaustion making you slip into a dreamless sleep.
You wake up a few hours later to a sharp pain in your stomach. Sitting up, you bring your knees to your chest, and cuddle against your legs, hoping maybe that would be enough to make the pain stop. You manage to make it to the bathroom, to put a pad on, before wobbling back to bed, stumbling when you begin to feel lightheaded.
You try to find a way to lull yourself back to sleep, though nothing is helping, and you keep tossing and turning. Sitting back up, you can't help the tears that start pouring out of your eyes. You put a hand on your mouth, trying to stifle the sounds your uneven breathing, as you don't want to alarm Dean.
‘*Dean’* you thought, and you mindlessly crawled to the floor next to him, resting your forehead again his back as you continue to silently cry. He stirs, and turns around, still half asleep, he opens one eye to look at you
“what’re you doing” he asks, his voice laced with sleep “wait, are you crying? What's wrong darlin’?” he sits up pulling you up with him. He sees you clutching your stomach, and realizes what's wrong. He pulls you into his chest, and cradles the back of your head.
“do you wanna try to lay back down on the bed?” he asks, and you nod. He stands up, before offering you a hand. Guiding you to the bed, with a hand on your lower back, he helps you sit down, before walking to the other side of the bed, and getting under the covers.
“c’mere, lay down ” he says, and you lay your head on his chest. “shh, it's okay, I'm right here, sweetheart” he says as your tears finally stop. He begins drawing light patterns between your shoulder blades, as you listen to his heartbeat; his steady breathing paired with his warmth, and comforting scent lulled you back to sleep
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Crowley could never allow himself to have a real moment of human connection with Team Free Will, because lurking behind all that suppressed affection would have been the terrible knowledge of “fuck, the monstrous things I did to these people I now care about” and lurking behind that would have been the terrible knowledge of “fuck, the monstrous things I’ve done over the past three centuries what have I done what have I done what have I done”, and from there, it would have been nothing but an endless spiral of guilt and shame and eventually madness, so no – when Dean said “thank you” for saving Cas’ life, Crowley couldn’t just say “you’re welcome”.
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