You slowly opened your eyes before immediately shutting them; deciding sleep was better, your whole body ached, you were sweating despite feeling cold, and your stomach churned with any and all movement.

You soon felt bile rise in your throat but refused to let it get any farther by taking deep even breaths.

Once you finally felt better, you slowly made your way out of your room and towards the bunkers kitchen.

“Morning.” Dean’s voice rang loudly in your ears, making you groan.