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[Dean bites down on the inside of his cheek. Christ, Cas, turn down the heat there, buddy.]
Son of a bitch-- It's okay, Cas. I got ya. [He lifts him up higher and carries him to the car, easing him in and resting him down against the seat.]
Jo, you go on ahead, get the front door open and get some ice water in a bowl, he's burnin' up. [He tosses her the house keys and gets in the Impala to drive home.]