"You alright?" Sam's voice forced casual.
"Fine." Dean breathed through the steadily throbbing pain in his side, fighting off another wave of nausea. His legs felt like jello. "Let's get this over. Can't wait to get outta this town and back on the road."
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For the twentieth time in ten minutes Sam's eyes traveled back to Dean's hunched figure next to him.
Worry blossomed inside his chest.
A fine sheen of sweat shimmered in the bright ceiling light of the library, illuminating the paleness of Dean's face even more. His breath was fast and shallow, pain-lines clearly visible on his face.
TBC….