“Dean..” You weakly walk into the kitchen where he’s doing research.

The room was spinning, your head was aching and the edge of throwing up was almost at its most.

“What is it?” Dean mumbles, his eyes not lifting from the computer.

“I’m not feeling so good..” You stutter out. Everything goes black for a second and you take a unsteady step back, holding support from a table next to you.

In a second, Dean is next to you, lowering you on the ground, careful.

“Hey hey.. it’s okay.. just take it easy.” Dean mutters in a low tone and gently wipes a hair strand away from your face.