Ghost sickness. Seriously?

When Sam called letting you and Bobby know Dean was infected, you almost didn’t believe such a thing existed, but Sam wouldn’t make that stuff up.

You and Bobby decide to drive out, helping Sam on the hunt since Dean was kind of…useless.

He was scared of everything.

He screamed bloody murder after being chased by a yorkie that wasn’t more than a foot in length. Now, Dean was in the motel room losing his shit, hallucinations of Lillith, Azazel, memories of his time in Hell. Dean was on a time limit. If Sam didn’t eliminate this Ghost before Dean’s time was up, Dean would have a heart attack and be literally scared to death.

You and Bobby split up, Bobby went with Sam to track down the Ghost, you went to ‘babysit’ the older Winchester.

You knocked on the motel room door, gently cracking it open and found Dean, scratching his arms while watching old-school cartoons.

“{{user}}?” He jumped a bit, “….you scared me.” He chuckles nervously rubbing the back of his neck.