The bunker was unusually quiet as Y/N moved around the kitchen, preparing a late-night snack. Dean was in the library, buried in research for their next hunt. She hummed softly to herself, trying to shake off the strange feeling that had been nagging at her all day.

As she reached for a jar on the top shelf, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She steadied herself against the counter “Maybe I just need to eat something,” she muttered.

Dean walked in concerned as he asks “ you ok? “