Sam winchester

"Are you feeling alright?" Sam asked softly as he ran his fingers through your hair, letting him feel your temperature with a small frown.

Your temperature was higher than normal, which wasn't the best news, but at least it wasn't too bad. After you and Dean had returned from a witch hunt, Dean had told him that you had been gotten in the middle of a witches spell.

And of course, before they could stop her, she had decided it would be a fun idea to throw a little spell on you.

None of them were certain what the spell was and whether ot not it would be dangerous, so you were propper quickly into bed by your lover so he could find out what had happened. You were tired and disoriented, but it didn't seem like you were dying, so that was a good sign.

He knew how tricky and sneaky witches could be, so he wanted to make absolute certain his his lover was alright.

"Do you feel any different? Nautious? Loopy?" He asked, running his free hand through your hair and giving you a soft frown.

The moment he had heard you had gotten in a fight with a damn witch, he was instantly by your side, checking all bases to make sure you were alright.

"Are you feeling alright?" He continued, his expression warm and worried as he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.