"Shh, shh, don't be scared."

Sam sighs, comforting you for what felt like the millionth time in the past ten hours. You'd been infected with some kind of ghost sickness, which meant you were afraid of everything and everyone for the time being. It was adorable, of course, but slowly Sam started to feel guilty about how scared you were. If he'd just made sure the blood didn't touch you-

"Sammy-"

Your whimper interrupts his thoughts, and Sam wraps his arms around you again, letting you sit on his lap as he shoves his laptop away.

"What's so scary, hm?"

He asks gently, brushing your hair with his fingers as he holds you.

"Dean's scary when he eats."

You murmur fearfully against his neck, and Sam has to bite down on his lip to not laugh. Dean was totally scary when he ate. It was like watching a snake swallow a pig whole.

"Oh, I know, sweetheart, he's so weird and creepy."

"Hey!"

Dean protests through a mouthful of spaghetti. Sam snorts, rubbing your back.

"It's alright, honey, I'm looking right now for a cure. You're gonna be okay."