I know I've sent wayyyyy too many prompts but doe Sam's eyes getting Dean and Cas to cater to him constantly when he's sick, his husbands running around for him, Dean making food and Cas reading to him and Dean carrying him to the bathroom so Cas can help him bathe and all it takes is one look at those sad eyes because he's so cute and they just wanna smother him in love
((I literally have twenty prompts from you still in my drafts and I almost just did some but I was like nah I should let other people have a chance too AND YOU’RE THE FIRST ONE ily))
They all act differently when they’re sick. Cas pretty much thinks it’s the end of the world every time he has the sniffles. Dean would walk a mile on a broken leg insisting it was fine. Sam pretends like he doesn’t want to be a bother, but then he’ll stare them down with those wide, wet doe-eyes. And it always works.
Usually, he’s up before either of his husbands, and out on a run (they think he’s nuts, he says it feels good to wake up with a jog). So they already know something’s wrong when they both get up and all he does is turn over and burrow down under the covers.
Before he’s even flashed those big hazel eyes at them they’re bringing him breakfast in bed, toast and juice, gently urging him to sit up. He tries to shun the food, insisting he’s fine, sniffling, blinking at them all sad and they know they’re done for. They sit on either side and he leans his head on Dean’s shoulder, thankful it’s shedding season so he can actually do that. Dean feeds him the toast in small bites, and Cas rubs his ears and strokes his back and tells him to take a day off and rest, they’ll handle everything.
“I’m fine.” He assures as they’re taking away the breakfast dishes. “Just go on with your day, I’ll nap.” They know something else is coming. He always says he’s fine, and then gives them that look, and a but. Dean takes the dishes to the kitchen and comes back to Cas fishing out another blanket from the closet to lay over the sick stag.
“But,” there it is, Sam looks between the two of them, half-buried in the blankets, all sad and forlorn in his expression. “I’d love a cuddle buddy if you’re not too busy.” Well, who could say no to that? It’s not the first time they’ve spent all day in bed together, and it won’t be the last.
Three days later, Sam wakes up first again. And when he returns after making coffee, Cas declares with his head under his pillow and his ears drooping, “I’m dying.”
