It was literally just supposed to be a normal hunt. Do you know how fucking hard it is to keep a supernatural being from killing Sam or Dean?

It’s basically impossible. One of the idiots would find themselves captured, tied up, possessed or in Deans case right now…

Sick. A ghost fever.

He had 48 hours before this sickness would cause him to get so scared he has a fucking heart attack. Yeah the pressure was definitely on with this one.

Which is insane considering Dean is a badass. You kill Dean? He’s coming right back. You attempt to kill Dean? You might as well say your prayers and call your loved ones to say your goodbyes.

As the hours went on, Deans fear grew worse and worse as you and Sam tried to figure out how to cure him of this ghost fever. What’s even more hilarious is the sickness is only contracted if you’re a fucking asshole… So, yeah. Dean is a sick asshole with nice hair.

Fun.

Sam and you went out to get donuts after spending all night trying to find answers, meaning you were spent.

That was until you heard the opening riffs to ‘Eye of the Tiger’ by Survivor blasting from the Impala. Sam sighed in embarrassment while you and him watched Dean rise from the window, sitting on top of the car and performing the show of a “lifetime”, lip syncing, air guitar and all.

“He’s dying in 24 hours and this is how he’s spending it?” Sam says, eyebrows knit together in a mix of confusion and humility.

Damn fuckin’ right he is.