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Warnings: Swearing and Blood (also menstruation???)

Y/n woke up slowly, opening her eyes to the dark interior of her bedroom. That was one of the things she liked about living in the bunker, there was no sunlight in the morning to wake you up.

She was vaguely aware of pain in her stomach and back. She groaned and stretched out her arms. The girl felt something wet down by her thighs. She sat up, eyes wide. Y/n flicked on a lamp and threw back her covers.

“Fuck!” The girl said. Blood was everywhere; she was basically sitting in a pool of it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!” Y/n hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Thankfully, she had her own personal bathroom right off of her room. So no chance of running into the boys. She hurriedly put in a tampon and cleaned herself up. Her legs looked like she had been recently stabbed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!!” Y/n sprinted back into her room and stripped the bed. There was defiantly going to be a stain. And never mind her panties, they were ruined. “This wasn’t supposed to start until next week!” She muttered.

Y/n picked up her sheets and sprinted out the door and down the hall, running all the way to the washer machine. She ran in nothing but an old tee shirt and clean underwear.

Honestly she didn’t really care if the boys saw her. She was of the strong belief that the female body was not scandalous and nothing to be ashamed of. And if the boys didn’t like it, they could shove it. Besides, it’s not like they were ever modest.

Y/n slowed her pace as she got to the washer machine. She grabbed the bleach and plopped down next to the dryer. After what seemed like ages of scrubbing on the cold hard floor, Y/n took a good look at her work and assessed the damage. The stain was faded but still there. She shrugged. ‘Good enough,’ She thought. Y/n tossed the sheets into the washer and started the machine.

As the girl walked back to the room, she became extremely aware of the pain in her stomach. She groaned and slouched in through her door. ‘What a perfect day to do nothing and be in pain!’ She thought.

After Y/n slipped on some sweatpants and took some aspirin, she decided go to the kitchen and make herself some breakfast. Maybe food would make her feel better?

“Morning Y/n,” She heard Sam call as she walked past the library. Of course he would be in there, he most likely pulled an other all-nighter.

“Hey,” She muttered grumpily.

When Y/n got to the kitchen she took a look around. Gross. Everything was dirty. There were used dishes in the sink AND the dishwasher, the counter looked like it hadn’t been wiped down in years, and muddy boot prints where spatter across the floor (probably from the last hunt). AND it stuck. Really badly.

Y/n thought back on whose turn it was to clean up this pigsty. Not her. Not Sam. Oh, that’s right. It was Dean’s. ‘Why doesn’t he ever do anything helpful?’ She thought out of spite, knowing that she would have to clean it up if she ever wanted it done. But Y/n took a deep breath. It was fine honestly. He had a lot on his plate right now.

‘Time for coffee. That’ll help,’ She thought, trying to keep a tight grip on her emotions. She always had these horrible mood swings when she was on her period and Y/n wanted to stay in control this time. ‘No need to make a big deal over nothing,’

Y/n grabbed a mug and the milk, and walked over to the coffee machine. She picked up the pot ready to pour herself a nice, hot, delicious cup of coffee.

Empty. It was empty. Of course. Y/n pursed her lips and slammed it back in place. Irritation was bubbling in her chest, irritation verging on anger.

She let out a breath and forced a smile onto her face. ‘This is fine, everything’s fine,’ Y/n thought. ‘Caffeine makes cramps worse anyway. This doesn’t have to ruin your day,’ She chuckled through gritted teeth. Christ, she was annoying herself right now. ‘Just go get your hot water bottle and drink some water or something,’

Y/n groaned as she walked to the living room with a mug full of water (it was better than nothing). She pretty sure this was where she last left her hot water bottle.

The girl scoured the room for at least five minutes. It was nowhere to be found. She looked everywhere. Behind all the couches, on the bookshelf, under the couches, by the TV, in the couches, by a stack of movies, in the pile of blankets. She looked everywhere.

“Where the fuck did I leave it?” Y/n muttered. She placed her hands on her hips and scanned the room one last time. Anger was pooling in the pit of her stomach and she felt like she might scream. The pain in her back and abdomen had gotten three times worse. Every step was agony and she just spent five minutes walking around looking for that stupid water bottle that would make everything better. ‘I’d so much rather be lying down right now,’

Y/n deiced she’d check the library next. Who knows right? She was just about to amble her way over there when a wave of cramps hit her. These weren’t like the ones that hang around all day causing you constant discomfort. These were the ones you had to bite your lip and clench your fists just to get through; the ones that felt like your insides were ripping themselves apart. ‘This is so not fucking fair,’ She thought.

Y/n slumped into the library with mug in hand and a glower on her face. Both of the boys were there. She might as well ask them if they had seen it.

“Guys have you seen-” She stopped mid sentence. Sam was sitting a table, books piled all around him. He looked up at her, startled.

And there was Dean. Dean freaking Winchester, her boyfriend for almost a year now, standing next to Sam, PRESSING HER FRICKIN’ WATER BOTTLE ONTO HIS SHOULDER.

“Hey Y/n,” Both the boys said in unison.

Sam noticed how rough she looked. Her hair was a matted mess, her eyes were barely staying open, and the oversized shirt she wore was hanging off of one shoulder. Not to mention her pants were on backwards. She didn’t seem to know that though. And Sam decided that in this case, ignorance was bliss.

“Hello… Dean,” She said in a strained voice, placing her hands on her hips. “What’s um, what’s gong on with… all of this?” She gestured at his shoulder. “What’s, uh, what’s going on with my water bottle there?”

“Oh um… I messed up my shoulder on the last hunt, I so figured some heat might help. This is a communal heat pad, right?”

There was silence in the room. The calm before the storm. Y/n didn’t even know what to say. She was at a loss for words. White-hot anger boiled in her stomach, mixed with the almost unbearable pain of her uterus squeezing itself out of her. She didn’t know she could get this upset.

Y/n held out her hand. “I’d like it back now,” There was venom in her tone but Dean didn’t seem to notice.

“What? No, I’m using it,” He laughed thinking she was joking. “Wait your turn!”
“Dean…” Sam warned softly. He knew.

“Wait my turn?” Y/n’s voice began to rise. “WAIT MY TURN? IT’S MY FUCKING WATER BOTTLE THAT I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR!!! IT’S NOT COMMUNAL. IT’S MINE!!! GIVE IT BACK,” Both boys were shocked. Y/n was usually a pretty chill person. She generally didn’t raise her voice, and especially not at people. This had never happened before and neither of them knew how to deal with it.

“GOD, IT’S LIKE YOU GUYS DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT HOW YOUR ACTIONS EFFECT OTHER PEOPLE!!!” Y/n continued to shout. She was on a roll and there was no power in heaven or hell that could stop her now. “YOU TWO LIVE IN THIS LITTLE BUBBLE AND IT PISSES ME OFF!!! LIKE SAM,” She pointed at him.

Sam shrunk down in the seat, eyes wide. He didn’t ask for this, he didn’t want this.

“IF YOU FINISH THE COFFEE, MAKE ANOTHER BATCH. IT’S PRETTY BASIC STUFF HERE!! AND I KNOW IT’S YOU WHO FINISHES IT, BECAUSE ALL YOU DO IS STAY UP ALL NIGHT AND DRINK COFFEE. LIKE GOD, GET A GIRLFRIEND ALREAY!!! AND DEAN,” She turned her attention on him with the ferocity Dean had only seen on hunts. It was scary then and it was scary now.

“CLEAN THE FUCKING KITCHEN UP. GOD! WE ALL KNOW IT’S YOUR TURN. PUTTING IT OFF DOESN’T DO YOU ANY GOOD!!! IT JUST MAKES THE KITCHEN SMELL BAD. I’M DONE PICKING UP AFTER YOU! I WON’T DO IT ANYMORE!!! AND BOTH OF YOU: WHO DOESN’T WIPE OFF THEIR MUDDY BOOTS BEFORE WALKING IN THE HOUSE?? SAVAGES THAT’S WHO!!! I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOUR BIG ASS FOOTPRINTS EVER AGAIN! DISGUSTING!!!”

Y/n took a deep breath. She wasn’t sure if she had been breathing throughout her tantrum.

Before she could continue shout her cramps came back with a vengeance. Y/n gritted her teeth and place a hand on the wall to steady herself. This wave was way worse than the last. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists.

Sam sat motionless and mute, hoping not to bring on another onset of ridicule. Dean looked at her cautiously seeing her obvious pain. “You alright?”

Y/n’s eyes snapped open. “NO, I’M NOT FUCKING ALRIGHT. THERE IS BLOOD COMING OUT OF MY VAGINA! RIGHT NOW!!! CURRENTLY!!! IN REAL TIME!!! I FEEL LIKE A DYING COW. AND HERE I AM, WALKING AROUND WITH WATER IN A MUG. LIKE AN IDIOT! BECAUSE THERE WAS NO FUCKING COFFEE LEFT!!!”

Both brothers looked uncomfortable as soon as she said vagina.

“OH GROW UP! MY BODY IS NOTHING TO BE EMBARRASSED ABOUT. YOU’RE BOTH GROWN ASS MEN, GET OVER IT!!!”

Y/n choked a little, coughed, then took a gulp of water. Her mouth was very dry. Wow cussing them out took a lot more effort than she thought.

“Also, I’m hurting. So,” She held out her hand. “Hand the water bottle over,”

Dean took the hot water bottle off of his shoulder and handed it to her. Y/n didn’t think she had ever seen Dean look so stunned.

“Thank you,” She took a deep breath. ‘In through the nose. Out through the mouth.’

The girl turned on her heels and walked out of the room. “Don’t touch my stuff!” She called over her shoulder as she went back to the kitchen to reheat her water bottle.

Y/n lay on her bed, stretched out with her laptop on her chest right in front of her face. The heat was helping and the Advil had kicked in so she was feeling a bit better. Well, she kinda felt like throwing up and her head was killing her. But still. Better. She had cooled off too; two hours alone in her room would do that. Y/n still had this little ball of rage in her stomach but it wasn’t directed at the boys anymore. It was directed at the universe in general.

There was a tap at her door.

“Yeah?” She groaned, not moving.

The door swung open and Dean walked in hesitantly. “Hey… How ya doing?”

Y/n mumbled something, closing her laptop to get a better look at him. Dean sat down on the bed next her legs.

“So uh, I cleaned the kitchen… Just thought you should know. You were right, by the way, it did stink,”

Y/n looked at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to decide how to feel about this. The ball of anger was still very present, but this… this was nice. It was nice of him to do that.

“Oh and, um, Sam says he’ll start making more coffee. And that he’s sorry,”

Y/n raised her eyebrows and nodded slowly. This was… good. She took a deep breath and sat up. She assessed her mood. She was still grumpy. But this was good, she defiantly wasn’t mad at the boys anymore.

“Thank you,” There was a moment where they both just looked at each other. “So, You were going on a hunt today right? With Sam and Cas? ”

“Yeah I mean I was, but I figured you’re not feeling well and maybe I should stay and take care of you,”

“Oh! So now I’m some kind of obligation!” Y/n rolled her eyes and pursed her lips.
“Well, that’s what I’m going to tell Sam so he lets me stay to watch movies and cuddle with you,”

She glanced at him, a small smile creeping onto her face. She slowly began to chuckle, and then finally laugh. “That makes me very happy,”

“Really?” Dean smiled. He looked like a puppy that had just been praised. Y/n giggled again.

Honestly though, Dean was just happy he dodged a bullet. He meant no harm by that ‘take care of you’ statement. And some days Y/n would have liked that sentiment. But not today.

Y/n looked at him out of the corner of her eye. The anger she previously felt had melted away completely. Leaving sadness and guilt in its wake. He didn’t deserve to be yelled at. He didn’t know the water bottle was hers and he cleaned the kitchen right away. The smell of bleach still clung to his clothes. He was just doing his best.

Tears pricked the back of her eyes. She shouldn’t have lost her cool like that. What was she thinking? ‘He probably hates me right now,’ She sniffed, more tears forming. ‘I would,’

“Are you alright?” Dean asked concerned, leaning over.

Y/n rubbed her eyes, trying not to cry. “I’m sorry I snapped at you just now. You were being sweet,”

“Aw dude, it’s fine-” Dean waved it aside.

“And I’m sorry I yelled at you before,” She interrupted, salty tears spilling down her face. God, she felt so stupid right now. ‘Are you really crying?’ She asked herself. ‘Really? Really? Stop being such a kid!’

“Hey, it’s alright-” Dean reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, but once again he was interrupted.

“No it’s not!” Once the crying started there was no stopping it. “You hurt your shoulder and you were just trying to feel better. And I should be used to you moving my stuff around, you do it all the time,” She cried, not intending it to be backhanded comment.

Dean laughed. “I understand. You’re just going through some shit right now. Mood swings right? ”

Y/n wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. “That’s not an excuse for being mean to you and Sam!” Her eyes grew wide. “Oh Sam! I completely forgot about Sam! I bet he hates me right now! Oh my god!”

“He doesn’t hate you-” He was drowned out by Y/n panicked words.

“I have to go apologize to him! He didn’t deserve to be shouted at,” Guilt gnawed at her ravenously. She had to apologize to him right now.

Y/n jumped out of bed and doubled over a bit. Her uterus did not like sudden movement. Or any movement at all really.

“Whoa, maybe you should take it easy. Sam can wait-” Dean said getting up and rushing over to her.

“ NO! I don’t want Sam mad at me! He gets really passive aggressive when he’s mad and I don’t need that type of negativity in my life,”

Dean would have laughed, but he really didn’t like seeing Y/n cry. He was a very protective person, especially with the people he loved. And by God, did he love Y/n. He loved Y/n more than he loved himself.

Y/n walked down the hall still sobbing, not even bothering to wipe the tears from her cheeks. Dean walked two paces behind her, hovering over her like an anxious mother hen.

“Sam?” Y/n called as she made her way to the library, knowing full well he’d be there. Her voice was shaky and high pitched. It was obvious she was crying.

“Yeah?” Sam’s voice rang out from where he sat. He literally hadn’t moved.

Y/n rushed into the room with Dean on her heals. Sam stood up, giving his brother a quizzical look. Y/n ran over to the younger brother.

She threw herself on him and giving him the biggest bear hug of his life, pinning his arms to his sides. He dwarfed her in size (she barely came up to chest level and her hands couldn’t even touch with her arms around him like that) but she hugged him with such ferocity it could have crushed him.

“I’m sorry I shouted at you!” She bawled.

Sam shot a look at Dean, “You made her cry?” He mouthed, exasperated.

“No!” Dean mouthed back. He raised his hands in defense.

“I’m sorry I was pissy. It’s not your fault you drink all the coffee and don’t have a girlfriend. I’m sure you’ll find someone just as nerdy as you,” She started crying harder. “I just called you a nerd. Oh god, I can’t stop!”

Sam wiggled an arm free and awkwardly patted her on the head. “It’s fine. I don’t mind. Really,”

Y/n looked up at him, gasping for breath. “You don’t hate me?”

“No…”He said even more awkwardly, looking at Dean for help.

“Ok, Y/n,” Dean said. He walked up to her and gently pulled her away from Sam. “He’s fine see? He’s fine with it. And to be honestly we needed a good talking to. So everything’s fine,”

Y/n sniffed and nodded.

“Sammy,” He continued. “Y/n and I are planning on staying behind this hunt,”

“Oh yeah, that’s fine,” Sam said hurriedly. “Totally fine. Great idea. I’m just… gonna go…” He tripped over his own feet as he rushed out of the room. Why couldn’t he just have a normal straightforward day once in a while? Was that too much to ask?

“See ya Sammy,” Dean replied, then turned his attention to his distressed girlfriend. “So what you do think? Movie? Popcorn? Cuddling?”

“Movie. Chocolate ice cream. Cuddling,” Y/n stated.

“Sounds great, babe,”

Dean put his arm around her and softly steered her to the living room. She flopped down on the coach as Dean went and got all the movies they had.

“What do you want to watch?” He asked flipping through the titles.

“Dirty dancing,”

Dean groaned silently, they had just watched that last week. “You sure?”

“Yes,” She said matter-of-factly. “Or Ghost. Either way you’re going to be seeing a lot of Patrick Swayze,”

“Dirty dancing it is!”

Dean popped in the disk and went off to get the ice cream. He even reheated her hot water bottle for her. He sat down next to her and Y/n cuddled up to him, laying her head on his strong chest. He placed his muscular arm around her and rubbed her shoulder with his thumb.

About halfway through the movie all the tears had dried and the mood swings had stopped. ‘Thank God,’ Y/n thought

She turned her head to look at Dean and asked, “How’s your shoulder?”

“It’s sore, but I’ve had worse. How are you doing?”

“Everything hurts,”

Dean pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

“But the mood swings seemed to have stopped...” She paused and then laughed. “I can’t believe I cried on Sam. Like on him. Poor guy,”

Dean laughed too. “You should have seen his face. It was great!”

“Thank you for doing this. This is really nice.” She smiled.

“Of course! And you know, if you need anything at the store, just let me know,”

“What would I do without you?” Y/n smiled. She leaned in and kissed him. “I love you,” Y/n murmured. Dean smirked and kissed her back. His stubble grazed her cheek and she felt her heart soar.

“I love you too. Now be quiet, this is the best part of the movie,”