A couple of minutes later, Cuddy came back into the bathroom with the towels, putting them next to the blankets and the wet compress for his head. "Can you put that on his head or is he wiggling around too much.." because if he was, then Dean would have to hold him and Cuddy would do it.
"I know it's cold Sam.. but you've got to sit still okay? Just try and relax.. we'll take good care of you.."