Dean brushed sweaty hair out of Sam's face. "I'm sorry, 'Ammy, but this is for your own good, 'kay?" He went to go get some towels while Cuddy ran the cold bath, and then reentered with them.
"Should I get some ice? Or do you want to? I'm sure I can pick him up easier than you. And I couldn't get him to take anything, he was throwing up too much."