Hi I have been gone for apparently forever whoop

Dean watched on with a grimace as Hermione winced and curled up, shoving her face into a pillow and giving a muffled scream. He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck and looking at her worriedly. "Hermione, are you…uhh, okay?"

"No," she huffed, collapsing and clutching the pillow to her face, blushing up to her ears where he could see. "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" he blinked, reaching over before thinking better of it, settling his hands in his lap. "It's fine, I get it."

"I'm still sorry," she insisted.

"Hermione," he sighed with a small grin, "You're a girl."

"Shut up," she warned, gripping the pillow tighter.

"I've known that for a while, it's fine," he continued.

"Still shut up," she huffed, picking her face up slightly as he crossed his legs.

"In the case that you didn't know, all girls get periods," Dean said before the pillow sailed right into his face, causing him to lean back and laugh as Hermione sat up.

"It isn't funny!" she crowed.

"I know it isn't," he chuckled, grinning back at her as she pouted before pressing her fists into her lower abdomen and curling into herself. He watched her do this for a few moments as she sat on her knees before he finally spoke up. "Is that really comfortable?"

"No," she huffed, "Nothing is comfortable. My body is ripping itself apart because I didn't get pregnant, just as it does every month."

"Girls are hardcore," he commented.

She smirked back at him as she uncurled herself, "And don't you forget it." She groaned and flopped onto her back, picking her legs up and stretching her feet past her head, holding her legs down to keep the pain from being intense.

"How come this is the first we've heard of your period problems?" Dean asked as he sat up again.

"Well, I mostly just suffer through them, but seeing as you're here at two in the morning and not sleeping like the dead as per usual, I rather felt the need to explain why I was flopping around in an immense amount of pain," she explained.

"I don't have much experience with girls having period pain," he admitted, "Do you need something?"

She sighed heavily, staring up at her kneecaps, "I already took some medication, if that's what you're asking."

"Anything other than that?" he questioned.

She paused for a few moments before answering, "Nope."

"You do too," he grinned as she pursed her lips and blushed, "What is it?"

She sighed, "Something warm and with pressure. The reason I can't keep comfortable is because I can't keep the pressure and relax at the same time."

He hummed before reaching over and picking her up, settling her in his lap as she blinked up at him, holding his hands out for her. "Warming charm?"

"You can't be serious," she gaped.

"No, I'm Dean," he grinned back before kissing her head, "You're in pain, I want to help."

"Holy hell, you're perfect," she breathed, kissing under his chin before applying the charm and fidgeting when he placed his hands lightly on her stomach, the fabric of her shirt beginning to turn warm. "Uhm…I hate to say this, but – lower."

"Right," he nodded, moving his hands to where they needed to be. "There?"

"Yeah," she nodded, sighing when he pressed into her, moving slightly when he felt her hip bones. "Thank you."

He kissed the side of her head, leaning back into the pillows with her, "Hey, I've been given the title of 'Perfect Boyfriend,' I'd like to keep it." He smiled as she hummed and relaxed into him. "You going to be okay, Sweetheart?"

"If you can get me to go to sleep, I'll be fine when I wake up," she said, "Thank you, Dean."

"Hermione," he snorted, lightly nudging her head with his, "It's fine. Go to sleep."

She gave another sigh, reaching a hand up to touch his face, "You're so sweet, Dean Winchester."

"Yeah, let's just keep that between us, alright?" he grinned, making her chuckle and staying silent until she dozed off. He lay there in the dark for a good amount of time, listening to her steady breathing and waiting a while to take one hand off and play with her hair. Once he was ready to sleep, he carefully lifted her up and settled her in her usual spot, pulling the blankets up and around her before lying down next to her and placing a hand back to her abdomen.

"Dean?" she mumbled sleepily, and Dean cursed at waking her up.

"Yeah, Sweetheart?" he asked quietly, brushing hair away from her nose.

"I love you," she sighed, leaning further into the pillows.

Dean blinked at her before smiling and pecking her forehead. "I love you too, Sweetheart. Now go to sleep, okay? I don't need you killing me during this week."

"As if," she snorted softly, grinning lightly at him before shutting her eyes, "I'd lose the heat, and then where would I be?"

He laughed, settling his head on her pillow and waiting for her to fall asleep again.

It's short because I've been gone for a week here recently and I wanted to update something. Aren't we lucky I chose this?