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octosaurus recs is my literal favourite thing ever oh my GOD

hehehhehe🤭

i Kinda stole it for myself from oct(the cat) i call her octosaurus cus every time she eats she like Completely unhinges her jaw and just takes the Biggest Chomps ever😭

exhibits A and B

so when i was coming up with a rec tag i was like “…octs recs ?? noo…… WAIT-“ and then yeah, the silly hit me

i need to Bite him

1.01 Pilot

THIS IS SOO !!!!!!!💟💟💟🎀🎀

as someone with a compromised immune system, i get sick Often and it always feels like the thing that’ll finally take me out.. so like this is just Everything, i love it Soo bad, you cooked hard

sick — sam winchester

content: sam winchester x fem!reader, sick reader, comfort, hella fluffy, sam being a golden retriever boyfriend, 1.5K words

summary: you’re sick and sam is doing everything in his will power to make you feel better, even though not all of his methods might work

You groaned as you lay bundled under layers of blankets, head pounding with the rhythmic throb of a migraine. Your nose was stuffy, and no matter how many times you tried to breathe through it, it felt like nothing was working. You hated feeling sick, but what you hated more was Sam’s worried face hovering over you.

He couldn’t help it though—that’s just who he was. You looked so small and fragile in that bed, sniffling and wincing every time you moved. He hated seeing you like this.

Sam was many things: a hunter, a protector, and at his core, someone who cared too deeply. Seeing you in pain triggered that part of him, the one that needed to fix things, no matter how small.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Sam’s deep voice came from the doorway as he walked into your shared room, carrying a steaming mug of tea. It wasn’t much, but he hoped it would help, even if only a little. He had already gone to the store twice—once for your favorite herbal tea and another time for cold medicine and more tissues.

You glanced up from your pillow, giving him a weak smile. "Like I got hit by a truck."

Sam chuckled softly, though the concern in his eyes didn’t fade. He set the tea down on the nightstand and knelt beside the bed. “I got you some soup too, whenever you’re ready.”

You appreciated how attentive he was, but guilt tugged at you. Sam had seen and fought things far worse than the common cold. He didn’t need to be playing nurse. Sam knew what you were thinking—you didn’t want him to fuss over you. You always felt like your sickness was minor compared to the things you guys usually dealt with, but that didn’t matter to Sam. Whether it was a runny nose or a world-ending apocalypse, he wasn’t going anywhere.

"You don’t have to do all this," you muttered, trying to sit up. The pressure in your head doubled, and you winced, immediately sinking back down onto the pillow.

Sam’s hand was on your shoulder in an instant, gently pushing you back into the bed. "Of course I do. I want to."

He reached for the tea and held it out to you, blowing on it to cool it slightly before handing it over. "Here, this will help with the congestion."

You took the mug, feeling the warmth seep into your hands. His thumb brushed yours as you held the mug with your other hand, and Sam couldn’t help but feel relieved that he could do at least this much for you. The peppermint scent rose with the steam, soothing in its own way. You took a small sip, feeling the tension in your body slowly ease as the warmth from the tea spread through you.

But what really made you feel safe was the constant presence of Sam, hovering near you like a gentle guardian. You hadn’t even realized how much you’d needed him until this moment. The world could be crashing down around you two, and Sam would still find a way to make you feel like everything was okay.

"Do you want me to rub your temples?" Sam asked, his voice soft, barely above a whisper.

You blinked your eyes open, surprised. "You don't have to—"

"Shh," Sam interrupted with a gentle smile, already moving to sit beside you on the bed. He scooted close, careful not to jostle you too much, and lightly pressed his thumbs to your temples. His touch was tender, soothing, as if he could banish the headache with sheer willpower alone.

The pressure was perfect—just enough to ease the tension building behind your eyes without making your head throb worse. You closed your eyes again, sighing softly as Sam’s fingers worked their magic. You didn’t realize how much you’d been holding onto the pain until it started to melt away under his care.

"You’ve got magic hands," you murmured, voice barely audible as you melted into his touch.

“Oh, I know. Could work wonders on more than just your head." He responded playfully, wiggling his brows at you.

That did it—you couldn’t hold back. You burst out laughing, but almost immediately, the laughter turned into a violent coughing fit. You doubled over, clutching your chest, your breath catching as you coughed hard.

Sam’s face went from playful to panicked in a second. "Oh crap, y/n, I’m sorry!" His hand hovering near your back, unsure whether to pat or just let you get through it.

You waved him off, still coughing but managing a breath between fits. "I’m—" you tried to speak, voice strained, "I’m fine. Really.”

Sam winced, guilt written all over his face as he handed you a tissue and waited for you to catch your breath. "I didn’t mean to make it worse," he muttered, his hand gently resting on your shoulder. "I just wanted to make you laugh, not, you know, choke to death."

You finally settled, breathing evening out as you dabbed your nose with the tissue. You looked up at him, eyes still watery from the coughing, but a soft smile tugged at your lips. "Don’t worry," you rasped, voice hoarse. "It was totally worth it."

After the two of you eased back into your previous position Sam began to try and ease your pain again, his thumb tracing a slow circle against your temple. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, lingering there for a moment. His lips were cool against your feverish skin, but it felt like love wrapped in every touch.

Your heart swelled as you felt his tenderness. He was always like this—so careful, so considerate. You weren’t sure how you’d gotten so lucky. A guy who had faced demons, angels, and everything in between, now sitting here with you, rubbing your temples like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

Sam didn’t know how to do things halfway. Whether it was saving the world or taking care of the woman he loved, he was always all in.

"You’re too good to me, you know that?" You said, voice thick from congestion.

Sam paused and turned his gaze down toward you, a soft smile spreading across his face. "I’m just doing what you’d do for me." he said, because he knew without a doubt that if your roles were reversed, you’d be the one fussing over him.

You laughed, though it came out more like a wheeze. "I don’t know about that. You’re a little too overqualified for the job."

Sam inched closer, brushing a few strands of hair from your face. "You’re worth it, y/n." It wasn’t just a statement to him—it was the truth. He’d go to the ends of the earth for you, and he had, more than once. But even in moments like this, when the world wasn’t in danger, he was reminded that taking care of you was just as important as anything else.

Despite feeling miserable, you couldn’t help but smile. Sam had a way of making everything better, even when you felt like you were falling apart. He’d always been your rock, your constant.

"Alright, get some rest," Sam said softly, carefully standing up and pulling the blanket higher around your shoulders. "I’ll be right here if you need anything."

You closed your eyes, the warmth from the tea and the comfort of Sam’s presence lulling you into a more peaceful state. Even through the haze of your migraine, you could feel the love and care he poured into every small action.

Sam Winchester might be just a hunter for a few, but to you, he was your everything.

hope you enjoyed !! 🎀

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masterlist : updated and fixed🤝

that just took me WAYYYYY TOO LONG, but i feel sm better now almost like i could die

rick and morty christmas socks are On, time to bang out this jensen smau🤞🏼🤭🎀