You sat still by Sam and Dean's lifeless bodies, trembling slightly as you watch the timer on your watch. Reapers had somehow not been reaping souls in the town you guys were in, and they needed to become spirits to be able to fix things. You hated it of course. What else was there to do but hate it? They weren't breathing and you had to watch it happen. Dean had told you specifically to give them narcan injections after exactly fifteen minutes and you were only a minute away. You felt awful though. You'd never experienced such bag anxiety in your life. When they were awake, you were sure you were going to beg them to never make you do this again. Your timer beeps, and you immediately take a needle to both of their arms, waiting anxiously for a few seconds after. The first gasps of breath from them send you exhaling heavily with relief. Dean sits up, smacking Sam on the shoulder to get him up too.

"Thanks, darlin'. Got us what we needed."

He grinned, his green eyes happily regarding you. Sam sits up and stretches, glancing at his arm where you'd stuck him and then back at you.

"We fixed everything. Sort of…"

Dean rolls his eyes.

"Everything's fine. We'll deal with the seals later."

He glances back at you, frowning as he notices that you're rocking back and forth with anxiety.

"Think we got a bigger problem."

Dean murmurs to Sam.