E/O challenge words: urgent, normal, follow, flap, right
Miracles
Sam knew it was a death wish, but he barely moaned, "Dean, don' feel good," before hurling.
In the Impala.
Shit.
"Sam!" Dean sounded alarmed. Sam didn't blame him; that was a lot of chunks.
The car jerked to a stop. Sam forced down bile, anticipating a follow-up of postmortem torture.
But Dean just looked concerned, palming Sam's right cheek as mother hen feathers flapped to life.
"Sam, you okay?" Dean asked urgently.
That's not normal.
"Sorry," Sam mumbled.
Dean glanced at the puddle of vomit, ruffling Sam's hair.
"You can clean it when you're better."
