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Sam slipped out of bed, not wanting to wake his sleeping girlfriend, Y/N. She was usually a light sleeper, so he was surprised that his getting out of bed hadn't woken her this morning, but he shrugged it off, figuring she needed the extra sleep. He walked out into the living room area of the bunker, not at all surprised to see Dean was awake and at it before him.

"Morning," he said tiredly, not bothering to explain where Y/N was.

"Morning, Sam. Where's Y/N?" Dean asked, surprised to see his brother without her nearby. Those two were joined at the hips, it was adorable, how much they did together.

"Still asleep." Sam said in a bored voice, as he went and got himself and Y/N a cup of coffee, before walking back to the bedroom to find she was still asleep, but she appeared to be shivering, even under a massive comforter. "Y/N, honey, you okay?" he asked, shaking her shoulder to wake her up.

Y/N shot upright, smacking her forehead on Sam's chin really hard. "Ow... I 'm sorry, are you okay, Sam?" she asked hoarsely, barely aware that she had little to no voice to speak of, as she rubbed where her head had hit his chin.

Sam rubbed his chin, rotating it gently to assess the damage. "No harm, no foul. You okay, sweetheart? You're voice is gone." he pointed out in concern, noticing that she had started shivering uncontrollably again.

Y/N reached over and grabbed a hoodie, which she pulled on over her tanktop and night shorts, got up, and found some sweats to pull on too. "I'm fine, just freezing." she admitted, as even in sweats and a hoodie, she was shivering.

Sam walked over, putting a gentle hand on her forehead only to pull it back quickly from the heat emanating from her skin. "You have a fever, love." he said softly, guiding her back to the bed. "Lay down, I'm gonna go tell Dean." he said gently, before leaving the room at a sprint.

Y/N watched in dismay, taking a moment to assess how she honestly felt, and found that she felt awful. She had a sore throat, no voice, a fever, a headache, an upset stomach, and cramps to boot. She went to lay down, only to start coughing softly at first, then harder and harder, until she was left breathless and with her lungs burning.

Sam skidded to a stop in the living room, earning an amused look from Dean.

"What's the rush?" Dean asked, noticing that Sam looked really worried about something.

"Y/N is sick, she has a high fever from the feel of it." Sam panted out, looking like he was about to panic.

"Okay, go get the thermometer, we'll move her out here, so I can help take care of her too." Dean suggested, getting up to help Sam implement his plan.

Sam nodded, taking off down the hall, looking for the thermometer, while Dean went looking for Y/N.

Y/N had been laying in bed, when she was hit with an urgent need to use the bathroom. She got up, stumbled down the hall, and sank heavily onto the toilet, willing her body to take care of its business, as she closed her eyes, breathing hard.

Dean checked the bedroom, not finding her, knocked on the bathroom door, hearing a meek "come in." from within.

"Y/N? Are you decent?" he asked gently, opening the door slowly.

She had gotten up, flushed, pulled up her pants, and sank to the floor, too dizzy to see straight as her stomach flipped uncomfortably. So she sat beside the toilet, in case she ended up getting sick.

"Yeah, I'm decent." she said weakly, waiting for him to walk in to the bathroom.

Dean walked in and took one look at her. "Oh Y/N, are you alright? Did you puke?" he asked, not liking how this day had already started for her.

She shook her head slowly, before moving to kneel in front of the toilet, bracing her arms on the toilet seat with her arms. "No, but I think I am about to." she admitted hoarsely.

"Okay, just breathe in your nose and out your mouth." Dean suggested, pulling out his phone and texting Sam where to find them and that she was about to be sick.

Sam rushed in, as she started to gag. "Oh honey, not already." he said sympathetically.

Dean disappeared down the hall, as Sam moved to her side.

"I haven't gotten sick yet, I just feel..." She started to say, before gagging hard and dry-heaving.

"Your stomach is empty, so nothing can come up... I'm so sorry, honey. I'll have Dean make you some soup, so we don't repeat this." Sam suggested, as she dry-heaved more aggressively until only bile came up.

"No, just something to drink. No food." She panted out hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Okay, no problem." Sam said gently, helping her up, when she was ready to get up. He flushed the toilet, and led her out to the living room, which Dean had set up with a hideaway couch bed opened, a bin, ginger ale (her favorite), and a whole nest of blankets and pillows on the bed.

She sank onto the bed with a barely audible groan, curling into the fetal position on the bed. She wrapped a blanket tightly around herself, trying to hide the fact that she was shivering nonstop.

"Honey, let check your fever, I need to see how high it is now. Since you've been throwing up, and are now shivering again." Sam said, grabbing a thermometer off the table. He checked the thermometer, after putting it under her tongue and waiting for it to beep. "102.3, Dean, she has a pretty good fever." he said to his brother in concern.

"She'll be okay, she needs fluids and lots of rest." Dean said encouragingly. He walked over and put a gentle hand on her forehead, not liking how warm she was. "I'm gonna leave the room. She needs to be out of those sweats and the hoodie." he said firmly, leaving the room.

Sam sighed, walking over to help her slip them off, not liking that she appeared to be getting weaker by the moment. "Honey?" he asked, as he helped her get comfortably seated against the pillows, covered up, and sipping on the ginger ale.

She paled, putting away the ginger ale quickly, and grabbed the bin, as all the ginger ale came right back up. "Dangit!" she grumbled hoarsely, before vomiting more bile.

"Oh sweetie, let's get you some meds, maybe an antiemetic." Sam recommended, walking over to the cabinet that held the first aid kit. He dug through the kit, pulling out the dramamine for vomiting and tylenol for the fever. "Here try these, they may help." he offered the three pills to her.

She took the pills, swallowing them quickly, without any liquid, so she wouldn't throw up again. She grimaced at the awful flavor of the pills.

"Thanks, Sam." She croaked hoarsely, shuddering as the room tilted dizzyingly. "Wish you had something for vertigo." she admitted in a whisper.

"We don't, just lay still, and that should help." Dean suggested, walking into the room and sat on the edge of the table, closest to the bed.

"So vertigo, nausea, vomiting, sore throat, no voice, chills, and fever... anything else?" Sam asked, typing the symptoms into his phone as he looked up her symptoms in concern.

"Headache, and vertigo started last night." she admitted, drawing both of them to look at her in surprise.

"Last night? Why didn't you say say something?" Dean asked curiously, causing her to blush.

She snuggled into the blankets, as the shivers overtook her again, causing her teeth to chatter. "Didn't want to be a burden." she whispered.

Sam got onto the bed, slid under the blankets beside her, and cuddled up with her. "You are my girlfriend, you are never a burden." he said firmly, kissing her forehead.

She smiled, through chattering teeth, snuggling close to Sam, trying to get as warm as possible. No sooner did she get closer to Sam, did he look up at Dean in concern.

Dean got up, grabbed the thermometer, and checked her temperature again by sticking it under her tongue and waiting for it to beep. "103.4, that Tylenol should have helped, but its not. If your fever goes any higher, or you lose consciousness, its bath time then ER." he said firmly, watching her struggle against Sam's warmth not to fall asleep.

"No sleep?" She asked sleepily, her voice cracking when she spoke, as she forced herself to sit up.

"Not yet, stay awake, a bit longer. Drink some ginger ale for me, and keep it down, then you can sleep." Dean negotiated, earning a nod of agreement from Sam.

Sam sat up and grabbed the ginger ale, which he handed to her, which she took a few gulps of, before stopping and handing back to him. He put it away, as she curled up and lost consciousness almost immediately against him.

"Bath time." Dean said, scooping her up and carrying her down the hall to the bathroom. No sooner did he get her in the tub, did she jerk forward with a loud retch, and vomit up the ginger ale and meds.

"So much for the antiemetic." Sam said in exasperation, as he had followed Dean down the hall. He stripped down to his boxers, and got in the tub with her, supporting her as she was still unconscious.

Dean filled the tub with lukewarm water, and used a 44 oz plastic cup to rinse her off until she was clean, then kept rinsing her down until she was cooler in temperature.

"What happened?" She mumbled, opening her eyes, in the tub and soaking wet. She looked around in shock and disbelief.

Sam chuckled softly. "You almost made us take you to the ER." He said, grabbing the thermometer from his pants pocket on the floor, put a new plastic cover on it, put it in her mouth, and waited for it to beep. "Oh thank goodness, 101.6."

"You two get dressed, then naptime for Miss Sicky." Dean said with a laugh, as he left the bathroom, glad to see Y/N was finally improving.

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Once Sam and Y/N were dried and dressed, they were back on the hideaway bed, with Y/N sound asleep. The boys took good care of her, and she was well and kicking butt hunting in no time.  

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