A/N: Here's looking at you, NewspaperTaxis! Hope you don't mind, I'm kicking off the birthday season a bit early.
Dean pulls over and shucks off his coat.
Sam glances at him, out past him at buildings and blowing snowflakes. "Are --"
"Think I'm gonna blow." Dean kneads his abdomen and drops his forehead to the steering wheel. "Mmmhhh."
"What?" Sam spots it out the window. "Uh. Library. C'mon."
"Fall on m'face." Dean's paper white.
"No, you're good."
Sam bundles him in, past mid-morning story time to the bathrooms.
"If I die come find me. Come find me anyway."
"I'll be right back, OK?"
Sam shuts the door, pushes snow from his hair and corners a bug-eyed student. "Where's the hospital?"