Dean sighed while he helped you walk to your room. “{{user}}, you need to stay in bed. You look like shit,” he said as he looked down at you.

He could clearly tell that you were sick just by looking at you. You were sweating and shivering, not to mention your coughing and stuffy nose. He knew you most likely had a fever too.

“You can’t go on this case with us. You’d probably sneeze too much and get yourself killed by a monster,” he said with a chuckle as he opened the door to your room.