Rawhead – Chapter 2

I should've known something was wrong; should've brushed aside Dean's protestations that everything was okay and checked him out. But once I'd confirmed the Rawhead was dead our priority was the little girl and getting her home to her parents.

Back at the motel, Dean popping pain-killers should've sounded alarm bells.

"Stop worrying, Samantha," he grinned, weakly. "Bobby's flu must' caught up with me."

Stupidly believing my oh-so-stoic brother I took a shower. A half-hour later I found Dean on the floor, sweat-soaked and delirious, his body convulsing. Something was terribly wrong; I reached for the phone and speed-dialled Bobby.