Dean looked over at Sam, damn the kid was pale, and sweating buckets.
His face was pasty white and gleaming, gangly arms and legs splayed out as far as they would go in the passenger seat. Under the glow of the moonlight, through the Impala windows, Sam still looked human.
Already going 30 miles over the speed limit, Dean knew he had little time to get to Bobby's house before the spell took Sam completely.
"Hang on little brother, I'm not gonna let that witch take you."
Dean pressed his hand on Sam's arm, and his foot on the pedal.