Dean drops his aching head back down onto Sam's leg.

"Sabb." As before, there's no response.

Dean groans, tries pushing up off the drenched forest floor. He stops again at the grinding pain up his arm, nausea making him gag. Sam is still unconscious and splayed out on top of him. The muddy suction combined with Sam's weight keeps Dean pinned. Shivering, he squelches belly down back into the mire, right arm trapped beneath him. It starts raining.

"Sud ob a…" he's chilled, throat raw, his nose itching, clogged.

"Huh, huhh, hawwchuchnkkk!!"

He wipes his dripping nose on Sam's jeans.