based off the episode "yellow fever" but not entirely accurate
mentions of death and dying! but it's just reader freaking out
summary: you get yellow fever and Sam is there to comfort you
slowly You had gotten a scratch on your wrist yesterday.
Three long lines, too clean to be accidental, carved across your skin by something fast in the dark. At first it hadn’t seemed like much. Dean slapped a bandage over it, Sam promised they’d figure out what creature caused it, and you kept hunting.But now the cuts itched.
It felt like something crawling beneath your skin.Currently, the three of you stood outside a brick apartment building after interviewing Mr. Garland about his missing brother. Dean had gotten information, Sam had taken notes, and you.. Well you’d spent the entire conversation staring at the fake FBI badge in Dean’s hand and waiting for sirens.
Your heart hammered against your ribs.
What if somebody checked the badges?
What if the real FBI showed up?
What if you all got arrested?
You could already picture it: handcuffs, interrogation rooms, Dean mouthing off to a federal agent until things got worse somehow….The apartment door shut behind you, making you jump hard enough that Dean looked over.
“Easy there,” he muttered.
You ignored him, pacing beside the Impala while rubbing your sweaty palms against your jacket.
“Like actually insane. Why the hell do we hunt? We lie to cops, we break into places, everything wants to kill us-”
Dean shut the trunk with a loud bang.You flinched so hard your shoulders nearly hit your ears.Sam exchanged a glance with Dean.That look made your stomach twist worse.They knew something was wrong.
you continued, voice climbing higher.
“We’re gonna die! I bet tonight I’m gonna die by some freaky monster!”
Dean leaned against the Impala, arms crossed. There was the tiniest smirk tugging at his mouth. Not mocking. More… amused. Yesterday you’d decapitated a vampire without blinking. Now you looked ready to cry over a fake badge.
“We won’t let that happen,”
“Now get in the car, kid. We gotta head back to the motel.”
you said, backing away from the Impala,
“then we’re just gonna keep fighting and fighting and fighting— I don’t wanna do this anymore!”
Your chest tightened painfully.
“I’m done trying to save the world from the apocalypse! I’m done talking to angels and demons and all those creepy things! I quit!”
The words echoed across the parking lot. Dean’s smirk disappeared. Sam stepped forward carefully, like approaching a frightened animal.
Then you turned and walked off.
You ignored Sam calling after you. The farther you got from the Impala, the harder it became to breathe. Every sound around you felt sharpened and wrong. Car horns made you jump. Passing strangers looked suspicious. The evening shadows stretched too long across the sidewalk.
You froze. Slowly, you turned your head. It was just a dog. Small. Scruffy. Barely bigger than someone’s backpack.To any normal person, it would’ve looked harmless.
To you, it looked gigantic.
Its teeth looked too sharp.
Its bark sounded vicious.
The dog trotted toward you innocently.
Your shoes slammed against the pavement as panic overtook every rational thought in your head. You could hear barking behind you and it sounded closer every second. Your lungs burned. People stared as you shoved past them.
you shouted desperately to a homeless man sitting beside an alley.
He looked at you like you’d lost your mind. Maybe you had. Another bark. You bolted again. Tears blurred your vision as you ran through icy evening air until finally the motel sign came into view. You nearly sobbed in relief. You sprinted to the Winchesters’ room and pounded on the door hard enough to rattle it.
The door swung open almost instantly. Sam stood there, phone in hand, concern immediately flooding his face. Before he could speak, you shoved past him.
“Close it!” you yelled. “Close it NOW!”
Sam quickly shut and locked the door. You stumbled backward into the motel room, breathing hard while your eyes darted toward the curtains. Dean wasn’t there. Of course he wasn’t. He was probably still out looking for you. Sam approached slowly.
“Hey, shh… what happened? Why were you running?”
You paced frantically instead of answering. Your hands shook violently.
Muffled from outside. You gasped and slapped both hands over your mouth.
Sam glanced toward the window. Realization dawned in his eyes almost immediately.
“That thing is NOT a dog.”
Sam sighed through his nose, fighting a smile. You stared at him in disbelief.
“Nothing is funny about this, Samuel!”
he said quickly, though the smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.
Honestly, it was ridiculous. You were one of the toughest hunters he knew — right behind Dean and Bobby. He’d seen you walk into nests alone. Seen you take punches that should’ve broken bones. Seen you stare monsters in the face without blinking. Now a tiny terrier had you trembling. It would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so concerning. Sam stepped closer carefully.
he promised quietly. His hands came up, thumbs gently brushing tears from beneath your eyes. The touch grounded you a little. Your breathing stuttered. Sam tilted your chin so you’d look at him instead of the window.
“There’s no monster dog outside. Just a regular dog.”
“I thought it was gonna kill me.”
His expression softened even more at that.
“You should’ve stayed with us.”
The shame hit immediately.
Sam reached for his phone again.
“I’m gonna call Dean and tell him you’re back.”
The second he lifted the phone— A loud knock hit the motel door. You jumped so violently you nearly crashed into Sam.
Sam opened the door to reveal Dean he took one look at your face and frowned.
“Whoa,” he muttered, stepping inside the motel room. “You okay?”
The buzzing in your ears got louder. You stared at both brothers, chest tightening painfully as dread settled heavy in your stomach. Your hands shook against your sleeves.
“I’m gonna die in a few hours.”
Sam’s expression softened instantly.
“I’m serious,” you whispered. “I’m so scared.”
Dean sighed quietly, rubbing a hand down his face.
he muttered, glancing toward Sam.
“Should’ve gotten some earlier.”
The motel door opened again. You barely processed Deans awkward exit. Your focus stayed locked on Sam. The room suddenly felt colder. Too cold. The buzzing in your ears faded into silence. Sam looked at you from across the room, unreadable. Then he spoke.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “You are.”
Sam tilted his head slightly, shadows stretching unnaturally across his face.
Then his eyes flashed yellow.
You stumbled backward hard enough to hit the wall.
The thing wearing Sam smiled. Not Sam’s smile. Something crueler.
you shouted, panic finally breaking through as tears filled your eyes.
The demon laughed softly.
“See, that’s the funny part,” it said. “I’m not possessing anything.”
“This is who I am,” it whispered. “This is what I become.”
Your entire body locked up in fear. The demon lifted a hand. Pain slammed into you instantly as invisible force pinned you against the wall. A strangled gasp left your throat.
“You think hunting saves people?”
Yellow Eyes asked quietly.
“It destroys them. Look at all of you.”
You squeezed your eyes shut.
Your heart hammered violently.
“You were dead the second you got scratched.”
Your vision blurred completely.
A hand grabbed your shoulder.
You blinked hard. Sam was crouched in front of you, both hands on your arms, concern written all over his face. The motel room looked normal again. No yellow eyes. No demon. Just Sam. Your breathing came out ragged as you stared at him.
“Shh,” Sam murmured softly. “You’re okay.”
You looked around wildly for another second before realizing you were half-collapsed against the wall. Sam gently tapped your cheek.
Your eyes met his. Normal green eyes. Not yellow. You swallowed hard and gave a tiny nod. Sam exhaled in relief.
“Was it another hallucination?”
You nodded again, slower this time.
Sam went still for half a second. Not fear. Just understanding. Ghost sickness preyed on fear. And after everything that demon had done to Sam and Dean… of course your mind went there. Sam carefully helped you sit on the edge of the bed.
His voice stayed soft and steady, grounding you.
“You’re not dying tonight,” he promised. “Dean and I are gonna fix this.”
“You can’t promise that.”
Sam was quiet for a moment.
Then he reached over and tucked part of your hair away from your face.
Later that night, after Dean came back with greasy diner food and spent ten whole minutes pretending he definitely wasn’t worried about you, the motel finally grew quiet. The lights were dim. The TV hummed low in the background. You couldn’t sleep. Every creak outside made your chest tighten. Every passing shadow looked wrong. At some point Sam noticed. Without saying anything, he shifted beside you on the bed and opened an arm slightly. An invitation. You hesitated only a second before curling against him. Your head rested against his chest while his arms settled carefully around you, warm and steady. Sam’s hand moved slowly up and down your back in gentle motions.
he murmured quietly above your head. You could hear his heartbeat beneath your ear. Slow. Calm. Real. Not a hallucination. Your breathing finally started to even out. Sam kept lightly rubbing your back until your eyes drifted shut. And even then, he didn’t stop.
this is a very shitty ending.. oh well,
i fished supernatural.. :( I wont spoil anything for the people who haven't fished it, but the ending was so good, I cried the whole time , but then I realized I could just re watch it..
any ways two more coming next week!!!!!!
