A/N A short one-shot in honor of the gift that Mother Nature had decided was a fine day to bless me with. I decided to be a true artist, and use my pain for inspiration. If you are suffering through the same thing as me, hopefully I was able to make it a little less crappy. :)
You might as well thank her. I wasn't intending to write anything today.
I apologize for the midnight update.
The matters of your uterus were always a bit of an inconvenience to you. The joys of menstruation were not something that you needed (or wanted) to experience while hunting, so you usually avoided it around this time. But there were always those emergency cases that needed immediate attention. You remembered Dean joking about the subject saying that you could kill anything with it out of sheer hormonal rage.
He received a nice pie to the face for that one. You felt bad for it afterwards until you realized that the idjit probably enjoyed it.
Then there was the ever present embarrassment of having the Winchesters fully aware of your cycle. Dean took it upon himself to find, and tell every joke on the matter. Sam was more helpful. Constantly asking if you were okay, or if you needed anything etc. But that didn't stop him from indulging in the occasional joke. In your teen years when you were with John, he would always get flustered with it, and would leave the mother-henning to Dean. For the "supplies" as he called it, he would drive you to the nearest convenience store, hand you the money, and wait in the car.
Today you were sitting bored in the bunker. Sam and Dean had found a vampire hunt a few states away. This resulted in an awkward conversation where you had to remind them of your current affliction. They nodded and called Castiel to compensate for the missing hunter. Being in a continuous state of bleeding while going after the bloodsuckers was just asking for a disaster. So you temporarily took over Kevin's job as the backup researcher. Crowley emerged from somewhere in the bunker. You didn't bother to acknowledge the approaching footsteps. He stopped in the living room, looking down at your restless form laying on the couch.
"Hello love." He greeted you almost cautiously. You never knew why he seemed so tense around you while on you period. You knew that he could sense it, but even then why would he be fearful of little ol' mortal you? Well you thought you couldn't figure it out until you realized that Rowena was a woman that at least appeared to be of childbearing age⦠You didn't know if witches could get periods, and you'd rather not find out.
"Hello Crowley. When'd you get here?" You carefully sat up to keep the movement from aggravating the cramps. He hesitated for a moment before settling himself on the opposite end of the couch. There was an awkward silence as he tried to think of something to say. Your face clenched slightly as you were hit with another wave of pain. Crowley panicked.
"Are you okay?" He asked trying to hide his tone of urgency. You managed to compose yourself, and forced your face into a stoic mask. You knew it wasn't fooling him, but you did it anyway.
"Yeah, I'm fine for now." You replied, trying not to sound too pained. He stared at you for a minute, debating whether or not he should ask the next question.
"...You do remember we can't heal you right?" He finally inquired. You nodded. He let out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief. A few months back, you had asked Gabriel if he could stop, or at least prolong it when you got it in the middle of a case. He had said that messing with something like that would run the risk of damaging the organ, or just succeed in making it worse. From that point on, him and Crowley stayed away from you every month in fear that you would be angry with them. They would still guard you at night, but neither of them would even think about going in your room until you were asleep. In fact you normally didn't see them at all during the day. But usually you were with Sam and/or Dean. But since they had left for the hunt and dragged Cas along with them, Crowley stayed somewhere hidden in the bunker. Gabriel had yet to be seen.
"Alright then, go get some rest." He said carefully as to not invoke your nonexistent hormonal wrath. You didn't have to be told twice as you stood up and started walking to your bedroom.
"See you in a few days." You called behind you. After he was out of sight you let yourself take on a minor limp. You didn't mind the blood, it was the cramps that were the killer. You finally reached the door only to find it open. Entering you fought through the pain of laughing as you saw Gabriel's annual contribution. In the middle of your bed sat a box of tampons, (you still wondered how he knew which ones you used) a two pound Reese's peanut butter cup, and a tastefully tacky get well card. He always left a random oversized candy bar, tampons, and a gift. It alternated between stuffed animals, cards, and balloons.
You set the peace offerings on your night stand and dug a pen out of its drawer. Picking up the card, you took a closer look at the familiar handwriting.
Please accept my offerings as a sign of peace. Tell the Losechesters I said hi! - Loki
You smiled and wrote underneath the heartfelt message.
You have done well Laufeyson. - Y/N
You set the card back on the nightstand for him to find later that night. You all but collapsed into your bed, and fell asleep within minutes. Just as you were about to fall asleep completely, you heard the flapping of wings, and a chuckle. You felt the bed shift as he sat next to you. An odd weight covered you like a blanket as you fell into oblivion.
