Rawhead – Chapter 3
Stupid friggin' idjits. You think they'd've done more research before hunting that damned thing. Lore would've told 'em the Rawhide was female and getting ready to nest-up; a whole lot more dangerous than your average monster-of-the-week.
When Sam described the flu-like-symptoms I knew what was wrong; jumped in the car and didn't stop till I reached that sleazy-motel-room. By the time I was easing Dean onto his side, checking out that Rawhead's scratch, he was close to death.
"Easy son," I soothed, coaxing him to swallow the antidote. "I know it tastes like shit, but it's gonna save yer life."