”Should we take a small break? You don’t look so good..” You blurt out after watching Dean getting paler and weaker every second.

“Nah.. I’m good.” Dean stubbornly shakes his head.

You’ve been on a case for too long, reading article after article, still getting nowhere. And what makes it even worse, is Dean’s health.

He looks feverish. He knows he’s not doing alright, but he won’t admit it. Like always, he puts the case ahead of himself.

“At least eat something.” You sigh and get up from the table and take a few steps over to the fridge.

“Stop fussing over me, I’m not dying or anything.” He rolls his eyes, setting the paper down and getting up to walk over to you. Before he can even take one step, his vision goes blurry and suddenly he doesn’t hear you calling his name.