"Dean…come on.."

You try to ease him out of the car, but he won't budge. He looks so nervous.

"I can't go up there."

He whines, looking at you needily.

"Up where? The hotel? It's only the fourth floor and we need to investigate-"

"Too high."

Dean shakes his head, looking jumpy.

"What if I fall out the window?"

You snort, ruffling his hair.

"You won't fall."

Dean whines again, looking up at the building. Bobby had said he had caught some ghost sickness he'd picked up from a corpse at the local coroner. Which meant that Dean was a jumpy paranoid mess until he eventually died. Obviously, you and Sam weren't going to let that happen.

"Gonna fall. I need to…to go back to bed. Safe there."

Dean says shakily, your soothing touches calming him down only a little. A stray cat streaks by the impala and Dean shrieks. You hold in a laugh as he hides in your shoulder, clinging to your shirt.