Dean tapped his fingers against the table and glanced at the clock. You were sleeping later than usual, and Dean knew that meant only one thing. He decided, quickly, he needed to take a trip to town and find some supplies.
On his way out, Dean checked up on you. You were lying in the motel bed, curled into a ball and snoozing like a baby. He couldn't help but chuckle at how cute you were.
Groaning, you pull your knees closer to your chest and pray that the feeling of your insides being ripped apart would go away as soon as possible. You never had cramps this bad and blamed the grease you've been shoving in your mouth recently. Of course, there was never much choice on the road when you were on a hunt.
You twist in the bed, wrapping yourself up like a burrito. Another groan escapes your lips as another pain shot through you, feeling like somebody pulling and twisting things that shouldn't be twisted.
There was a knock on the door, but they didn't wait for you to answer. They let themselves in and shut the door with their foot. You look at the figure with several bags in their arms. "Dean?" You try to show strength in your voice, not wanting the older Winchester brother to make fun of your period pains.
Dean's lips formed a small smile and set the sacks down on the table by the door. "It's late. I figured…" he trailed off and pointed to one of the sacks. "I bought you some chocolate and your favourite candy and-" he held up your favorite drink. "I know how much you love these, Y/N."
"Dean?" You managed to sit up. Why was Dean being so nice to you all of a sudden? He never bought you things, not until you begged him enough to piss him off so he'd buy it just so you'd shut up.
"Uh. It's just that… I wanted to do something nice so you don't kill me this week." He grabbed one of the sacks and took it over to the bed. He sat it down beside you.
He knew. And he bought all your sweets and drinks for you. You can't help but smile as you dig through the bag and open a candy bar, shoving half of it unto your mouth and chewing it slowly, letting the taste of sweetness linger.
"Oh! I also, um." Dean crossed the room and stuck his hand in another bag. He pulled out a box and held it up for you to see. You had to hold in a laugh. "I didn't know if you were out. But I wanted you to have enough… protection."
A laugh broke through. You clench your teeth to keep bits of chocolate from flying out. "Protection, Dean? You mean pads?"
"And tampons. I didn't know which you liked. I got these two." He holds up another box with a picture of a tampon on the front. "I tried to get the ones you got last month… Did I do okay?"
Even though this was out of character for Dean Winchester, you couldn't help but feel loads of graditute towards the man. Never before has a guy gone and bought you a period supply kit. Part of you wanted to wake up every month to this, to feel like somebody cared enough to go out and embarrass themselves this much.
"What did you tell the clerk?" You teased.
Dean licked his lips and looked at the ground. "That any man should grow some fucking balls and buy his girl the supplies she needs every month because that beautiful smile will always be worth it."