"Dean? Are you alright?" Sam eyed him closely, his grip tightening around his brother's waist. They were halfway outta the building.
The last bit of color drained from Dean's face.
"Feelin' not so good, Sammy." Dean choked before starting to gag. His knees buckled.
"Shit, Dean!" Sam tightened his hold on him, kept him upright. He pressed his hand against Dean's brow, felt the fevered heat radiating off of him.
Eventually the heaves subsided. Sam pulled the makeshift bandage away from the wound. A web of red lines surrounded the small hole in Dean's chest.
"Fuck, so much for 'not poisonous'."
Dean only nodded slightly, too weak to talk.
Sam fought to ignore the pounding pain inside his head and leg. "C'mon. I'll call Bobby on the way back to the motel."
End
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