This case had been hell on wheels. Literally and figuratively. There was some stupid ghost truck haunting one of the highways in the town that Dean's ex-flame Cassie lived in. He'd just picked up everything and made you guys go out there. Sam was in the City Hall researching and Dean was god knows where, but you figured he was with Cassie. It was almost midnight anyways. You weren't feeling well, you'd had a migraine all day and you were about three seconds out from crying over Dean not being here with you. He was always there when you got headaches to get you medicine and water and to gently massage your temples. He loved you. Maybe even more than a friend, but this damn case was making you doubt everything. You click his contact on speed dial, laying in bed and swallowing down your nausea. The phone picks up after half a ring and you sigh heavily, biting your lip.

"Hey Dean. I know you're probably out but could you come back to the motel soon? I'm really sick."

You choke out, waiting to hear his voice.

"Cass-"

You hear him moan and your breath hitches, heart plummeting into your stomach. Heavy breathing and gasping comes from the other end of the phone and you quickly hang up just as soon as the tears start to fall.