Rain is such a inspiring word I had three goes!

"C'n you actually die of wet feet?"

Dean's voice is weary but agreeably curious and Sam snorts gently flopping back on the hard, narrow bed, his enormous, exhausted limbs splayed out in all directions.

"Well, trench-foot could possibly lead to terminal complications I suppose..."

Dean 'hmms' as he lowers himself groaning to the other bed, toeing off his sodden boots and holding one up for Sam to see.

He tilts the ruined leather and a trickle of retained rain dribbles to the already curiously stained carpet.

"Thought so...Been nice knowing you then, Sammy."

"You too, Bro, you too."

Anyone wanna pop over with towels and dry the boys down? :0)