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At Sam’s strangled gasp, Dean braked hard and swung sharply onto the shoulder. Sam was in the ditch before the car even stopped, fumbling with his belt and buttons. Fighting the uneasy griping churning in his own guts, Dean tried to close his ears until Sam staggered back into his seat, sweating. They’d been trading off on panic stops to save the upholstery every ten minutes for the past forty.
Good thing they weren't on a much-traveled road ... *evil grin*