"I got you, honey. Just tell me what you see,"

Sam soothes you gently, feeling so guilty for making you do this. You were claustrophobic as hell, and it killed him to make you look into the crawlspace for any clues as to where the girl had gone in the house. But you were small, something he and Dean didn't have the advantage of. Sam's hand hold tight to your ankles as you poke around in the wall, coughing as dust and the smell of death surrounds you.

"S'okay, sweetheart, breathe. I promise I'll do whatever you want for a month after this."

Sam smiles, his thumb rubbing your ankle.

"Promise?"

You choke out, trying not to inhale too much debris.

"Promise."

Sam calls through the wall, squeezing your ankles for a moment.

"There's just…like animal bones and remains in here."

You respond, nose wrinkling. You poke around more, looking at the place. There was so much dust and the air was so thick, you could barely see.

"Sammy?"

You call out, suddenly feeling uneasy.

"Yeah, honey? What's wrong? Can I pull you up?"

Sam asks softly, his tone worried.