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Dean reached over to feel Sam's forehead, all while maneuvering the Impala down the treacherous, snowy road.
His stomach flipped.
Damn the kid was warm.
He brushed the sweaty bangs from Sam's eyes, resting the cool palm of his hand on his little brother's cheek for a moment.
"It's ok Sammy. It's ok."
He said it more for his own sake, than for Sam, whose breaths were harsh and laborious, his body in panic and shock.
Through the blizzard Dean saw the hospital up ahead.
He knew it wasn't just luck as the words quietly escaped his lips.
"Thank God."