A/N- Kind of a little idea I came up with. I love the idea of Dean being so worried about his girl it's just so cute and I came up with this old thing. Enjoy!
I don't own (unfortunately) Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester -sigh-
Meredith and Dean stayed in today. No, not for sex and whiskey. Because Meredith was sick. Dean's Meredith to be exact. Some point between their last hunt and the drive to Baltimore, Mer picked up something and the morning after they arrived, she had been coughing, puking, and just curled up in the full sized bed she shared with oldest Winchester. The second she fell out of bed at 4:36 this morning and stumbled into the bathroom, hurling into the toilet, Dean was uneasy. He sent Sam and Ellie out for anything and everything.
"Just…anything that can help, like a thermometer, she's pretty hot…temperature wise. Soup, tomato soup because that's her favourite. Uh…ginger ale…medicine that's important…are you writing this all down, because-"
"Dean, we got it, relax." Ellie assured him.
"Okay, okay…go!" he said, sending his brother and his brother's girlfriend off.
"Talk about an asshole…" Ellie muttered, walking with Sam.
"I wont lie…he is, but I've never seen him care about a woman like that before, so she's gotta be pretty special," Sam added, casually draping his arm over Ellie's shoulder. "So…spinach soup, right?"
"Oh shut up," Ellie laughed as they left the motel.
"Dean…?" Dean heard Mer's weak voice call from under the stack of covers. Dean turned around and basically ran to her side.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Shut up, stop bitching and lay with me…" she murmured. He let out a slight chuckle, glancing at the amount of sheets and then at his current attire. Fuck I'll be sweating in no time… He peeled off his layers of shirts and stripped to his boxers, kicking off his shoes as well. He slipped under the covers and pulled her to him, as her small body curled up against him. He kissed her forehead and played with her hair, as she laid next to him, taking in his warmth.
"Dean?"
"Hm?"
"I hate tomato soup…" he let out a soft laugh at that.
"Sorry…" he said sheepishly, feeling her forehead. "Are you alright though? More pillows? Blankets? More juice? I can call Sam and ask him to get more stuff, really just ask, and I'll make sure you get it…"
"Dean. You talk too much when you're worried, you know that?" Mer asked, teasingly.
"Yeah…Sammy tells me that."
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