Sen Beret's Anniversary Meme!
It's actually been a year and two months since I became involved with the fandom, but hey, who's counting?
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- comment on this post with your prompts! all prompts are welcome (be as vague or detailed as you'd like!) as long as they fit with the theme of sneezy/sick/allergic Sam, Dean, Castiel, John, etc.
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“Where’s your roommate?” She asks as she opens the box. “Has he been taking care of you at all?”
“Umb,” Sam pauses and sniffles thickly, though it doesn’t do much good, and takes a tissue out of his pocket to wipe underneath his nose. “He’s actually stayindg with Mbirandda this week. I told himb to.”
“Seriously? You know you don’t have to do that, don’t you?”
“Y-yeah… hhh… hh’IHT’TSHCH!”
“Ooh, bless you!”
“Thhuh… huh’UH’NghESSSHuh!”
“Bless you, Sam.”
“Sorry.” Sam snuffles again, embarrassed. These are a lot more powerful and a lot less dry than his allergy sneezes - they always have been - and he’s extra worried about (and extra incapable of) containing them around her. “I didnd’t pland ond beindg this gross.”
“Oh, please, don’t give me that,” she says, popping out a couple of pills. “If I was scared of your germs then I wouldn’t have come. Here, take these.”
“Bossy,” Sam chides, but he obeys, chasing the pills with a couple gulps of water and coughing afterwards.
“Bossy gets the job done,” Jess counters. “Now do you want to actually get into bed or what?” She pulls back his duvet, already crooked given that he’d hastily made his bed only a few minutes before she arrived, and props his pillow up so that he can breathe.
“Thandks, Jess.” His words are earnest and genuine. After spending the last two days sick and alone, spending time with her is like coming home to a warm fireplace in the middle of a blizzard. “Hdt’mmpISSSHUH! KnnTSH’ISHew! EhtSCHHEW!”
“Aww, bless you. You need a tissue?” He doesn’t have to answer; she hands him a couple anyway. “These sneezes are a lot bigger than your regular ones.”
So she noticed. Great. “Yeah. Sdff! They usually are. It’s stupid because it’s always whend I have lehhh… l-less T’SHHUH! less ehhh… AHSHHuh! Huhh… hh’ESHSHew! less endergy.”
“Bless you bless you bless you. Oh my god. Are you okay? Don’t they hurt?”
“It’s ndot so bad. Could you handd mbe andother tissue?”
She does, and he turns away to blow his nose. Sam balls up the tissue and tosses it over the bed, but he misses the trashcan.
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“What, like you could do better?” he challenges.
“Hmm. Maybe,” Jess muses, and pushes him down onto the pillow so she can lay her head on his chest. “Give me the next one and we’ll see.”
Sam laughs, careful to keep it light so he doesn’t irritate his lungs. “You dond’t wandt to touch mby used tissues, Jess.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you don’t want to insult my aim then,” she teases, and he pulls her closer. “Sure you’re okay? Your breathing sounds really… rattle-y.”
“’S just condgested,” he explains. “The Sudafed mbight help.”
“I hope so.” She sighs. “You must be so uncomfortable…”
“Hhh’NgkCHSHUHH!” He turns his head away from her, towards the wall, and buries it in his free arm. “HhUH’ITSSCHhew!”
“Bleeeeess you.” She passes him a few more tissues.
“Thandk you. Sdff! You dond’t have to say it every timbe. I’ve beend sndeezindg like crazy sindce yesterday.”
“Aw, poor Sam…” She slides up to kiss his forehead, then his cheek.
“Thandks for combing today,” Sam says. “I feel a lot better. Really.”
“My boyfriend is sick,” Jess replies, like it’s obvious, while reaching up to rake her fingers through his hair. “I can’t just… not take care of him.”
“You’re really sweet,” Sam tells her. It’s been a while since someone has taken care of him like this.
“I just want you to feel better,” she tells him. “I can’t believe you literally worked yourself sick.”
“I’ll try to… hehITCHSHEW! to be mbore careful.”
“Bless you, honey.” She reaches up to delicately kiss his nose, gently wrapping her lips around the tip and then letting go with a soft popping sound. “What do you want to do? Take a nap? Watch a movie?”
“I’ll fall asleep if we watch a mbovie,” Sam warns.
Jess smiles up at him. “Then I guess we’ll just have to do both.”
And they do.
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