"You can't tell anyone about this, Sammy."
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"Don't worry, Dean," Sam answered. "It'll be our little secret."
Dean started coughing again. It went on for what felt like forever. When it was over, Dean held weakly onto his brother for support. "Christ, how much longer?"
Sam glanced at his watch. "Couple hours."
"Isn't there a way to make it come out faster?" Dean asked pathetically.
Sam shook his head. "Sorry, man, just gonna have to ride it out."
Dean groaned and bent over the sink as another round of coughing took hold.
Sam sighed.
Hairballs.
Freaking witches.