"I'm not going in there."

Dean murmurs nervously, standing behind you as he looks up at the huge lumber mill you were hunting at. He'd been infected with some kind of ghost sickness, which in turn made him scared of literally everything.

"I need backup, and you're all I've got. You're going in, Dean."

Sam sighs, giving you a weary look.

"C'mon, Dean, it'll be fun, I promise you'll be safe."

You chime in, gently rubbing his arm. Dean relaxes a bit, his green eyes widening as he chases after your touch.

"Let's do this. It is a little spooky, isn't it?"

He smiles a little, still cowering behind you as Sam passes him a gun.

"Oh, I'm not carrying that. It could go off. I'll man the flashlight."

Dean responds nervously, refusing to take the gun.

"You do that."

Sam sighs, pocketing his second gun and heading inside. You follow, feeling Dean clinging to the back of your shirt every so often, hearing him jump and recoil at the slightest noises.

"You doing okay back there?"

You ask, smiling at him as he nods and hurries closer.

"Yeah. I'm not really scared."

Dean says quickly, but the look in his eyes shows you he's lying.