Simply Mad About the Moose

Sam appeared in your doorway, slightly out of breath and still with the guilty puppy eyes. “I could have sworn we had two sets of crutches in the infirmary, but I can only find one. There’s not even a cane or a walker or anything, so I went online and ordered us a bunch. They’ll be at the post office in a couple of days. Until then, I’ll keep helping you two and you can share the one pair, right?”

“Sam,” you replied with a sigh, “With the ribs, I can barely sit up straight without pain, so I think hanging out in bed is going to suit me just fine. Let Dean keep the crutches and I’ll just use my desk chair or something if I really need to get around.” You shrugged as your mind started to put together a makeshift walker with your chair and a towel or something so it would slide on the bunker’s cement floors.

“Although that sounds like a neat idea, I insist on you just relaxing, okay? Stay in bed, and just call me if you need anything. It’s my fault you’re hurt, anyway. I will bring you food and whatever you want until the crutches and stuff get here. Okay?”

Gosh, he looked so sad and guilty. “Sam, it’s not your fault I got hurt! The plan went sideways, that’s all! The plan always goes sideways, and it’s no biggie! You don’t have to wait on me hand and foot as an apology because there’s no apology necessary.”

“I insist!” he argued. “Really, I want to!”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Fine. Whatever you want. But honestly, just bring me some food every so often and I’ll be okay, okay?”

“Okay.” Sam grinned.

“But Sam—”

“Yeah?”

“Could you go to Walmart and pick up some things?” You pulled out your phone and texted him a short list. Back scratcher or something for under-cast itches, a couple of different pies, those little frozen mini pizzas Dean loved, and slide-on slippers to wear until he could get his boots on, again. “I don’t really need anything, but Dean’s gonna need some things with that cast he’s got.”

“Just for Dean?” Sam bit his lips to stop from smirking and you rolled your eyes.

“It doesn’t mean anything, Sam! In fact, don’t even tell him it was my idea.” You crossed your arms over your chest and dared him to argue with you, hiding the fear that Sam would spill the beans about your crush. Your face heated without your permission, though, giving you away.

“Yeah, yeah, doesn’t mean a thing,” Sam teased as he shut the door behind him.

Across the hall, a similar scene played out with Dean.

“Hey, Dean, I’m heading to Walmart to pick up some things. Want anything?”

Dean shifted and picked up his phone. “Yeah. Well, I don’t really need anything, but I bet Y/N does. She’s going to want to soak in the bathtub with some Epsom salts for those ribs, and she’ll want some arnica for bruising, which we’re all out of. And get her some cute fuzzy slippers to wear until she can fit her shoes on, again, or her feet will get cold on the cement floors.” Dean tapped away on his phone. “Here, I’m texting you a list.”

“Slippers?” Sam teased. “And nothing for you, huh?”

Dean looked up from his phone and glared at his brother. “I know you think it means something but it doesn’t mean anything! In fact, don’t even tell her it was my idea! Take the credit for yourself and earn her forgiveness since she got hurt saving your ass,” Dean groused.

A grimace replaced Sam’s grin. He really did feel bad about you having been where he was supposed to be and you then getting hurt. “She’s already forgiven me, and I’ve already promised to take care of her until she’s mobile again to make up for her getting hurt. I don’t need to take credit for your ideas. Why don’t you keep your credit and just tell her how you feel?”

“There are no feelings, Sam, so just take the list, get the stuff, and do whatever you need to do to help her feel better. Maybe you could watch rom coms and braid each other’s hair?”

Sam bit his lips for the second time that hour to keep a smirk from forming. “Alright, man. Whatever you say. I’m off to Walmart.”

A couple of hours later, Sam returned and dropped off the non-perishable goodies for each of them, taking credit –as requested— for picking everything out. Both Dean and Y/N were happily surprised by his thoughtfulness, and he left the dorm hallway shaking his head about the both of them.

When dinnertime came around, Sam dutifully made up a tray full of mini pizzas and pie for his brother and headed to his room. Dean was happily surprised and grinned from ear to ear.

“I was sure you were going to take advantage and make me eat rabbit food while I was down! Thanks, Sammy!”

“You’re welcome, Dean. But no, I’m saving the healthy food for tomorrow. You’ve had a rough day today,” he said as he cleaned up some trash leftover from the Walmart run. “I’m gonna go get food for Y/N. Need anything else before I go?”

“Did you get her those microwavable lasagnas she likes? And the ice cream?”

Sam sighed a sigh of the eternally put-upon. “Yes, I got the lasagnas and the ice cream.”

“Good,” Dean replied. “Go feed her. She needs sustenance to heal, Sammy!”

Sam waved an arm and walked back to the kitchen. As he entered, both his phone and the microwave dinged at the same time.

From Dean: After she’s done eating, rub her shoulders! She carries all her tension in her shoulders, and that’s going to make her ribs hurt even worse. When we watch movies, I rub the knots out and it always makes her feel better!

Sam looked to the heavens for help before remembering that was pointless. He texted a quick acknowledgment to Dean before setting up the tray of food for Y/N and heading to her room.

“Oh, this is perfect!” she said, her eyes big as she saw the feast in front of her.

“And there’s ice cream in the freezer for dessert, too.”

“Really? That’s awesome! Thank you!” As she dug into her meal, she stopped him from leaving. “Wait, Sam! Did you have any trouble getting the stuff for Dean?”

“Nope. He loves the back scratcher I found, by the way. It’s slim enough to fit inside the cast. And right now, he’s eating a couple of those mini pizzas and some pie.”

You smiled knowing that you had done something to make Dean feel better. “That’s great.” You paused, not sure how to bring up your next request. “You know, I was reading on my phone about different things you can do to help encourage healing from a broken leg, and one of the things mentioned was reflexology.”

Sam grimaced. “Reflexology? Isn’t that basically rubbing someone’s feet?”

You nodded. “Yeah! It’s supposed to help with blood flow, which helps with healing.” You brought out your phone and tapped until a drawing of a foot took over the screen. “If you focus on this area here on both feet, it’s supposed to help with leg issues.”

“Wait,” Sam said with a hand raised and his head tilted, “are you asking me to give my brother a foot rub?”

“Umm, yeah?” you responded with a hesitant smile and an attempt at puppy eyes you couldn’t be sure would work. “Please?”

Sam stared at you for far longer than was comfortable, then rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air. “Fine! I’ll do it! I’ll go rub his feet and clean up after his dinner, and then I’ll be back to rub your shoulders and clean up after your dinner, but after that, you both are on your own for the night!”

You grinned and clapped quietly. “Thank you thank you thank you!!!”

Sam didn’t reply as he stormed out of your room and back into his brother’s. Dean was just finishing his last bite of pie, licking his fork clean, so Sam moved the tray full of dirty dishes to the side and headed towards the foot of Dean’s bed. Pulling a chair over, he sat down and pushed the covers off Dean’s feet.

“Dude! What are you doing?” Dean exclaimed, pulling his unbroken leg away from Sam.

Sam grabbed the foot at the end of the cast, setting his phone on the bed nearby so he could look at the chart you had texted to him. “I’m rubbing your foot to improve circulation and speed the healing of the broken bone in your leg,” Sam said in his most serious tone. “It’s supposed to promote relaxation, too, which also speeds healing.” He pushed his thumb into the meat of Dean’s foot, causing Dean to try to pull his foot away, and yelp in pain when it didn’t work.

“Bitch, get your hands off my foot!”

“Jerk, just shut up and let me do this so you can feel better!”

“It’s not making me feel better, you pervert!”

“That’s because I’m not done, yet, you ungrateful asshole!”

Dean threw one of his pillows at Sam. “Get your grubby hands off of my feet, and if you want to rub something, go rub Y/N’s shoulders like I told you to, you dick!”

Sam blocked the incoming pillow missile, but it did stop him from trying to touch Dean’s feet. With a huff, he stood up, put the covers back to rights, moved the chair back to the desk, and stormed out of the room, straight into yours.

Before he even had the door the whole way open, you were asking him, “Would it be weird to ask you to get Dean a copy of the latest Busty Aaaaaaa!! Sam!! What are you doing??” You yelped as Sam tossed your covers aside and quickly picked you up from the bed.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered while he carried you down the hall and into Dean’s room. With the bare minimum of care that he could manage while also being completely done with both of you, he plopped you down on the bed next to Dean. He disappeared for a moment while you and Dean both looked back and forth between each other and the door. Just when you were about to ask Dean what the heck was going on, Sam returned with your slippers and the arnica cream.

He tossed your slippers onto the bed next to you, then grabbed Dean’s slippers and tossed them onto the bed, too.

They matched.

“The two of you are crazy about each other, and you’re making me crazy, so now you two can be crazy together with your crazy matching slippers and rub each other’s feet and shoulders and whatever else you want to rub on each other but I’m out! I’m going to bed!” With a huff, Sam turned and left the room, slamming the door closed behind him.

Your face heated up like it was summer on the sun. You glanced over at Dean just to see a similar blush on his cheeks. “You’re crazy about me?” you asked quietly, the tremor in your voice showing off your nervousness.

Dean ducked his head before looking at you and seeing the same emotions on your face. “Yeah. Have been for a while. You, too?”

You nod, a huge smile breaking on your face. “Yeah. It’s been a while for me, too.”

Dean wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his side, making you wince a little with the movement, but you really didn’t care.

“That’s good,” he said quietly, kissing your hair as you settled in next to him. You both lay like that for a minute, soaking everything in, making sure you’d remember this moment forever. He was so warm, solid, and comforting. And knowing that he felt about you the same way you felt about him just made all the pain from your ankle and ribs fade away.

Very carefully, so he didn’t jostle any of your collective injuries, he turned you both so you were facing each other and kissed you so sweetly you thought you might cry. It was just a gentle pressing of your lips together, with only a little extra near the end telling you how much more he wanted but knew you couldn’t have at that moment. When you separated, he looked into your eyes, and you knew you’d have all the time in the world to have more kisses, more touches, more everything you ever wanted.

He sighed; his smile almost as wide as yours.

“So, does this mean you want to rub my feet? Because that’s just weird.”