"Huuuchnnzts, uhhhh-chentzss…" Dean sneezed, but this time not on his brother.
Shaking his head, Sam pulled out his emergency bandana and handed it over.
"Sorry, I hope you don't catch that."
"We have him, stand back Sam."
Dean was positioned across the car's back seat, blanket tucked around him. His own arm was checked again, sling adjusted.
"Will you be all right from here Sam?"
"Yes, thank you." Sam smiled, looking around the beauty that was Yellowstone.
"Need a ride?"
"We will be fine, thank you."
The black car rumbled away.
Legolas turned, frowning.
"Are you all right?"
Estel sneezed.