I put my hand on his forehead feeling for a fever I already know is there.
It scares me how hot his skin is, and I gasp.
I feel the panic rise, as he doesn't stir at my touch.
"SAMMY" I yell a little too loud, and he bolts up from slumber, head hitting the roof of
the Impala as he tries to focus.
"What the hell, Dean?" he questions, looking at me as if I have two heads.
I see a motel ahead and smile.
"Quittin' time Sam", I cover.
He doesn't catch on.
Thank God for small miracles.