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You where the first one up in the bunker that morning, so you went into the kitchen to grab some grub. Generally Sam is up before Dean, but today was not the case.

"Hey Dean." You mumbled, staring at the fridge.

"Hey (Y/N). Don't go into Sam's room." He warned.

"Why not?" You looked up with a concerned look on your face.

"I'm pretty sure he has a cold because he keeps coughing and is groaning a lot. So be careful." Dean looked at and grabbed a beer.

"Okay, but really Dean? A beer?"  You questioned and put a hand on your hip.

"What? How else am I supposed to start of the day? With orange juice? Orange juice my ass." He walked away smirking. You groaned and walked back to your room to take a shower.

You decided hat you should take care of he sick hunter, help him out for today. He has helped you out plenty of other times when you where sick. You got dressed and headed to Sam's room with another box of tissues.

"Sam? Can I come in?" You knocked.

You heard coughing and sniffling until you heard your name being sneezed. You opened the door to see Sam sprawled across his bed with tissues thrown around his room. His eyes red and swollen from rubbing them. Beads of sweat dripped down his body from the heat over the covers. His hair was a mess that even a Sasquatch would be proud of. He looked horrible.

"Hey Sam. I'm here to make you feel better. I brought Kleenex." You sat on the edge of the bed with ran your hand over his forehead. "Holy crap Sam, your burning up!" You ran into the bathroom and soaked a cloth in cool water and placed it on his forehead.

"You didn't have to do that, (Y/N)." Sam coughed.

"Yes, yes I do. You have taken care of me plenty of other times now I'm here to return the favor." You told the sick hunter.

"Just be careful, I don't want you getting sick." Sam warned, leaning for a tissue. You handed one to him.

"I'll be fine Sammy. You just rest okay? Can I get you anything?" You asked.

"Maybe some chicken noodle soup?" He looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Of course, I'll even make it homemade, how about that?" You grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly.

"That would be great, (Y/N). I can help you if you want." He smiled weakly at you and started to get up.

"I'll be back, just try to rest okay? I know you always feel like you have to help, but not today. Stay." You pushed him back down gently and covered him up. Before leaving, you kissed him on the forehead and walked out.

You got out the broth, cut up chicken, celery, carrots, and got out the big egg noodles. You began to prepare everything and Dean came strolling on by. Great, Dean.

"I told you to stay away and now your stuck with making the guy soup. Smooth." Dean spoke as he leaned against the wall, sipping a beer.

"Actually, I offered to make it. So shut up. This was my choice, whats your deal?" You snapped, pouring the noodles into the pot.

"Nothing, nothing. But I know you like him, (Y/N)." He smirked.

"W-what? N-no, no I don't." You stammered, a slight blush dusting across your features.

"Yes you do. Your blushing and stuttering. I know you do. Don't worry I won't tell him. But just remember what happens to hunters as in lifespan. Just keep that in mind." He told you.

You sighed and looked at him. You knew what he meant, it was risky for a hunter to fall in love. "I know Dean. You don't have to remind me, okay? Sam and I can handle ourselves." You looked back to the cooking soup, your jaw clenched.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want the thing that you two have to get in our way. You can get distracted on hunt, and I can't risk losing either of you two." Dean walked over to and and put his hand on your shoulder.

"Thanks for the reminder, Dean." You shrugged off his hand. Dean left with a small frown on his lips.

You continued making the soup, thinking about you and Sam. Your relationship wasn't official, but you hoped it could be soon.You and Sam just spent a lot of time together, talking about everything from Lucifer and the pit to you and your family. It felt like you and Sam where siblings from the start, but you wanted something more.

You finished making the chicken noodle soup and poured two bowls. What? It looked really good and you made more than enough for you and Sam. Grabbing two spoons, you headed to his room and walked in, seeing that Sam dozed off. You smiled and set the bowls on the nightstand. You shook him a bit and brushed some hair away form his face. He looked so peaceful, finally getting some sleep. You didn't want to wake him, but soup isn't really good when it was cold.

"Sam? Sam, I made some soup. Wake up and you can eat it." You spoke softly. You wanted the tall hunter flutter his eyes open and look at you.

"Hey, (Y/N). What is it?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He went into a coughing fit, so you had to turn away and wait for him to finish. "Sorry." 

"It's okay. I made some soup. Still warm." You handed him a bowl and a spoon.

"Thank you, (Y/N). You didn't have to do this, you know." Sam told you hoarsely, taking a spoon full of broth to relive his sore throat.

"Yes I did. Just eat it Sam." You smiled and slurped up a noodle. You looked at Sam's tired eyes, he needed rest.

You finished eating in silence. You both finished eating at the same time and set the bowls on the nightstand.

"Sam, you should sleep." You told him.

"Naw, That's alright. I can can endure the coughing." He told you, eyelids drooping over his eyes. He jolted them open.

"Sam, sleep. I'll be right here. I've went to sleep when you watched over me, I don't care. Rest, you need it." You ran your nimble fingers through his sweaty hair, untangling the knots.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." His head instantly hit the pillow, his snoring was interrupted by the occasionally sneeze or cough.

You chuckled at the sight of Sam. It was hardly passed noon, but when you are sick, it doesn't matter what time you sleep.You leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. "Goodnight my sleepy hunter." You grabbed a book from the bookshelf and sat in the  chair in the corner of his room.

You helped Sam get better over the next few days. By the third day he was only coughing a bit, but you had gained his cold while he lost it. But you decided it was worth it if that meant being able to take care of Sam.

"Sam? Can you get me some chicken noodle soup? I think there is still some left from when I made it." You asked, your body shaking with coughs.

"Sure, anything for you (Y/N)." Sam smiled and left to get you some soup.

Sam came back with a bowl and a spoon. You greedily took the bowl and ate the soup. The two of you talked about anything and everything that you could think of before sleep decided to pay you a visit. Sam didn't mid, he enjoyed being able to take care of you.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." Sam kissed your lips lightly and ran his fingers through you hair.

"Goodnight... Sammy. I love.. you." You told him. You only thought the first part escapsed your lips.

Sam grinned and held your hand. "I love you too."