AUTHOR NOTE: This was requested by djinn.n
One minute you were tangled in a fight with a witch and the next thing you knew you were on the floor clutching your stomach. The witch got away, but the boys didn't seem to care. Especially Sam. His main concern was you. He picked you up and carried you to the Impala and Dean floored it back to the bunker. Sam carried you in and laid you on the couch in the bunker living room. He made sure there was a bucket nearby and he never left your side. Dean called Castiel in to see if he could determine how to cure you. Castiel tried to do it himself, but the sickness spell was one that couldn't be cured magically. It had to run its course.
"For how long?" Sam asked.
"Well it's a strong spell," he said, "maybe a month,". So for a whole month, Sam never left your side. He held your hair when you puked, he made you soup and made sure whatever you wanted or needed you got. He told Dean he wouldn't join hunts until you were better. One day you two were watching Sam's old movies together.
"Sam can I ask you something?" you asked.
"You just did," he joked and you laughed.
"Why have you been so insistent on taking care of me?" you asked, "I'm thankful, but it's like you went out of your way to make sure I was taken care of,". He smiled and looked down.
"Because I wanted to," you said looking into your eyes, "because I love you Y/N,". You sat there a little stunned for a moment. You moved around until you were snuggled up to his side.
"I love you too Sam," you said, "even more now,". He smiled and kissed the top of your head.