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Sam x Reader- Supernatural

Ghostsickness?
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader
Summary: Reader gets ghostsickness and Sam stays with them, and comforts them when they get scared, fluffiness (of course).
Word Count: 3,651
AN: Enjoy!

"Hey, you up for a hunt?" asked Sam. He had caught wind of a possible case in Hawthorne, Kentucky. "Two perfectly healthy women dropped dead from heart attacks."

"You sure this is our kind of thing?" you asked him.

"I don't know, could be in our vicinity of weird. If not we get to have Kentucky Fried Chicken® which is enough for Dean. You in?"

"Course! Let me grab my bag," you told him racing to your room in the bunker. You'd been with the boys for some time now, and in that span of time, you'd learned to be prepared for pretty much anything.

You grabbed your bag with your Fed suit and ID, your normal clothes and toiletries. Once all of you were ready, you hit the road. It was a bit of a drive, but by far not the longest you've taken. You got there at about 3 in the afternoon, so you changed into your FBI disguises and hit the morgue.

The coroner hadn't bothered to do an autopsy until you asked for one, so you got to see the whole juicy endeavor. You even got to hold the heart, which had no blocked arteries, or signs of heart disease. You didn't have much to go on so you split up.

Dean went to talk to the last people to see the vics alive, Sam went back to the motel to do more research on the vics, and you went down to the county records office to look for weird deaths in the area that could possibly be related.

You searched back twenty years and found squat. There had been no murders, but in such a small town you weren't very surprised. There had been a few suicides, but you couldn't find anything really strange about them. You made copies of the files to bring back to the guys just in case you missed something.

You started back to the hotel, and you got the strange feeling you were being followed. You turned your head slightly, and saw a figure with a dark sweatshirt on. You took a deep breath, then took a sharp left, then a right and looked behind you again. The figure was still there, so you just started running, bobbing and weaving through the streets.

When you finally made it back to the motel after getting slightly lost, you were more than a little winded, and you were definitely not on time. "Where've you been? You were supposed to be back an hour ago," Dean said, sitting on his bed.

"I've been at the records office," you said. "I found diddly with a side of squat. No murders and two suicides. Both look totally normal, well as normal as it can be. I brought the files just in case I missed something though," you replied, handing him the files.

He skimmed them, then set them down and got up. He grabbed his jacket and said, "I'm going to get food. What do you guys want?"

"Salad," was Sam's immediate answer. "And make sure to get the dressing on the side."

"Yeah, okay Mr. Control Freak. What about you (Y/N)?" Dean asked you.

"Well, where are you going?"

"Probably McDonalds" Dean replied, with a shrug of the shoulders. You considered it for a minute before answering.

"A salad for me too," you finally decided. The brothers looked at you oddly, "What? McDonalds has nothing but grease, that stuff can kill you. Salad is at least a little bit healthier."

Dean then turned to his brother, "You wrecked (Y/N)'s taste in food." He then left. You could hear the Impala start, and drive away. You risked a quick glance at Sam and saw him shake his head with the hint of a smile on his face, before he turned back to his computer.