AUTHOR NOTE: This imagine by my Instagram follow 1980 as a Mothers Day gift.
You placed the steaming hot bowl of chicken noodle soup on a carrying tray along with some crackers, and a glass of ice water. Once the tray was done you picked it up and hurried to Sam's room. You gently opened the door and walked in. Sam was laying on his side. "Hey," you said placing the tray on his end table, "gotta get some food in you, Sammy,". He half smiled and sat up holding his head.
"My head hurts again," he said.
"I'll get you some Advil," you hurried to the bathroom. You grabbed two of the green gel pills from the bottle and hurried back to Sam. He gulped the pills down and you watched as he ate some of the soup. Soon he was done feeling sick to his stomach. You placed a puke bucket by his bed to be safe and took the tray back to the kitchen. Just as you sat the tray down you heard your name called.
"Y/N I need you!" Dean yelled from his room. You hurried there and walked in. He was sweaty again which meant his fever broke. You went into the bathroom and wet a rag with cold water and hurried back to Dean. You wiped his face then made him lay back as you placed the cool rag on his forehead.
"Rest Winchester," you ordered.
"Thanks, Y/N," you rasped out, "we'd be lost without you,". As you left his room you smiled. You liked feeling kind of liked a mom to your two favorite boys.