"Stop staring at me, Samantha. It gives me the creeps." Dean willed his voice to sound normal.
The pain in his side had worsened to nearly breathtaking levels. He slightly doubled over, one hand tightly pressed against his abdomen.
Damn Demigod-hunt. He just wanted to lay down, not sitting in some dusty library. Cute librarian or not.
His mind was getting hazy – fever. Great.
"Dean?" The hand on his shoulder startled him, the sudden movement sending new rays of pain through his side. Blinking, he tried to comprehend why Sam was suddenly standing next to him.
TBC….