"Don't get your panties in a twist Francis. We'll get there in time."
Dean looked over at his tormented brother, head in hands, stress radiating from his entire body.
Sam whipped his head up and glared at Dean.
"How can you be calm Dean, you have, what, 8 hours before the poison kills you?"
Dean just smiled. He'd been through worse before, and this was nothing to get all upset about.
He knew that they would make it to Bobby's in time and he would have the antidote ready.
Dean looked up and silently prayed.
For Sam's sake, he prayed.