Requested by Quinnwinchester123 and Ambervance16925 . Period and hiccuping/burping and vomiting. Reader is female this time. GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF MENSTRUAL CYCLE!
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You sat at the kitchen table, one hand on your stomach, the other on your forehead. You woke up that morning feeling fine, but around noon you started feeling sick. You looked at the calendar on your phone, mentally cursing.

You got up slowly, walked down the hall, and went in search of the bathroom. Once you found one, you checked for pads and tampons, cursing loudly when you saw that you hadn't had a chance to stock up.

"Wow, someone is in a bad mood." Dean said with a chuckle, that in your current state infuriated you.

"Shut up! I need to go to the store... NOW!" You snap in urgency, relieved when Dean appeared to shrug it off.

"If you are referring to your female necessities, look in the extra stuff box; you should be stocked for a few months, even at your worst." Dean said, a smirk crossing his lips, as he walked down the hall to the kitchen.

You rush, ungracefully, to the box he mentioned, relieved to see it was fully stocked for your next period or two. And it was all your favorites this time, so you'd be well protected, no matter how intense your flow may be.

"Thanks, Dean!" You yell down the hall, earning a chuckle from both your older brothers. You decide to prep in advance, putting a pad in your underwear, should you start bleeding anytime soon. Then decide to go lay down, as you felt the beginning stages of cramps coiling in your lower abdomen.

You laid down on your bed, hissing in discomfort as your cramps intensified, and your stomach flipped uncomfortably. You curled up in the fetal position, pressing a pillow to your abdomen tightly, praying your stomach and lower abdomen would feel better soon.

Hours later, you were still miserable, and felt sicker than a dog on top of it, which wasn't normal for your period. You got up gingerly, keeping a hand on your stomach. You walked towards the living room, your steps stumbling and unsteady, as you broke out into a full on sweat trying to get the 800 feet from your room to the main hall/ living room.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Sam asked, looking up to see you extremely unsteady. He moved quickly to your side, as the dizziness set in and your knees buckled.

He lifted you easily, carrying you to the couch, and laid you down gingerly. "Are you okay?" He asked firmly, now really worried about you.

"She is on her period, Sam." Dean said, watching everything that had just happened.

"No duh, something else is going on too. Normally, she is moody, not weak. Is it worse than normal?" Sam asked you, watching your face pale considerably.

You nod your head silently, your head suddenly pounding in time to the flipping in your stomach.

Dean walked up to you, lightly placing a hand on your forehead lightly. "Do you usually have a fever when you're on your period?" He ask gently, already knowing the answer.

You shake your head silently, knowing you needed to stop moving your head so much.

Sam walked over and grabbed a bin, and put it in your lap silently. He took a few steps back, before turning around and left the room in a bit of a rush.

"Sam?" You ask softly, instantly regretting it, as your head started spinning out of control. You dropped your head in your hands, with a soft groan that spoke of how just bleh you felt at the moment.

Dean was at your side in an instant, rubbing your back lightly, as he watched you worriedly. "You okay there?" He asked softly, having a feeling you had a hell of a headache brewing on top of the dizziness, nausea, cramps, and who knows what else happened on a woman's period.

"No, I am not okay. I think I have the flu and my period started." You whine softly, gingerly moving to stand up, feeling like you had to go to the bathroom.

"I know, sweetheart. Where are you going?" He asked, immediately moving out of your way in confusion.

"Bathroom," was all you managed to say, as you ran down the hall past a startled Sam. You rush into the bathroom, slamming the door in your haste, drop your pants quickly, and sit down in time for waves of diarrhea to overtake you.

Dean knocked on the door, hearing soft moans coming from you. "Need some pepto?" He asked gently, just trying to help.

"No, I need pamprin or my menstrual meds." You say weakly, already feeling exhausted, before you look down and notice your blood flow is already really heavy... which is odd for day one.

Normally your periods lasted 6 days, and wouldn't get heavy until day 3 or 4, until day 5. So this was very much an irregular period for you, you hoped it was just stress and being sick, not something worse.

Sam walked up, holding a box out to Dean. "Her periods have been getting oddly worse, she asked me to pick this up at the store." He explained, as Dean slipped it into the bathroom without looking in.

"Thanks guys." You say breathlessly, praying your stomach wouldn't reject the med, when you finally swallowed it down. You cleaned yourself up, noticing again that your flow was heavy heavy, changed your pad, flushed and washed your hands, and walked into the hall where they were waiting for you.

"You're really pale, sis." Dean observed, escorting you back to the living room, as you suddenly realize your stomach hated the med you just took, and lunge for the bin Sam had brought to you.

Of course, you don't just puke, you get the hiccups. You hiccup hard over and over again, flinching with each one. Then the hiccups lead to burping, earning a chuckle from Dean.

"You good?" He asked after a particularly wet burp, and more hiccups.
You shudder, shaking your head, before finally vomiting into the bin.

"Finally," Sam muttered softly, earning a nod from you, as you vomited the meds and food you'd eaten all day.

You spit into the bin, sighing as the hiccups started up, a bit less aggressively this time.

"Good grief, you can't possibly have anything left in your stomach... can you?" Dean asked in grossed out disbelief.

"You have no idea how much food I can eat at once, Dean." You say with a snort, that caused you hiccups to get worse. "Oh for the love all all that is good!" You mutter in between hiccups.

Thankfully nothing came of the hiccups, and you were able to relax enough to realize your cramps were killing you. You doubled over, trying to breathe through them, wishing you weren't sick so you could use a heating pad. But that would only upset your stomach more.

Sam moved to your side quickly, "Whoa, hey are you okay?" He asked in concern.

You laugh painfully, smiling at him. "Just cramps, Sam." You explain, leaning back against the couch again in exhaustion.

"Heating pad?" Dean offered kindly, trying not to piss you off, which was all to easy on your period.

"Do you want me to puke again?!" You snap in annoyance at your eldest brother.

"Sorry, Y/N, I didn't know." Dean said quickly, looking contrite.

You sigh softly, knowing you shouldn't have snapped at him. He had no way of knowing the heating pad would make you sicker.

"It's okay, I'm sorry for snapping. I shouldn't have, it was stupid." You admit softly, feeling guilty.

"It's all good, Y/N. You're on your period, so you have an excuse. I... we..." motioning to Sam, "know the drill. Help in any way we can, and don't take anything personally." Dean said with a shrug, offering a smile in your direction.

"Dean, why don't you wash out the bin, I'll keep an eye on her." Sam offered, which Dean gladly accepted and left the room. "Y/N, go easy on him, he's been having a lot of flashbacks lately, so he feels really vulnerable." He said to you firmly, but kindly.

"I had no idea, I am so sorry." You say quickly, bursting into tears.

Dean walked back into the room and brought you the bin, in time for you to completely breakdown. "What on hell did you say to her?" He asked in confusion.

"Please forgive me, Dean. I am so sorry, and an awful little sister." You rush out, bawling your eyes out as you speak.

"Oh, Y/N, you're fine. Come on now, please calm down... You'll start your hiccups again." Dean said, as he sat on the couch and pulled you into a tight hug.

Sure enough, your hiccups set in, and your head was over the bin, as your stomach contents emptied into the bin again and again.

You collapsed against Dean in exhaustion, barely awake from all the crying and vomiting.

"Sleep, we'll be here when you wake." Dean promised, as Sam covered you with a blanket and took the bin to wash it out.

You stayed awake until Sam returned to the room, and drifted off quickly.

"Here we go..." Sam said, grabbing the car keys to pick up supplies for taking care of you. "You good?" He asked dean after the older man nodded quietly, in response to his earlier comment.

"Yeah, just hurry back." Dean asked honestly, to which Sam nodded his affirmative.

Sam got home to find both sound asleep, and soon joined them in doze land in a nearby chair.

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Between the flu and your period, it was a miserable week for all three. Sam and Dean dealt with every issue, including messes and bloodied sheets and clothes, when all was said and done, everyone lived through it with minimal damage.

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