Dean shivered, sneezing violently against Sam's chest.
"C-c-cold Sam." He whispered.
"I know Dean." Sam gently eased his fruit concussed brother closer, brushing pulverized chunks of peach out of his hair. He kept them floating as the frigid well water lapped around them.
"I don't hear anything." Sam muttered. Hopefully the fire had chased the possessed fruit trees away. He cautiously floated a semi-conscious Dean around until his hands were around Sam's neck.
"Dean, hold on, hold tight."
Sam climbed the short wall, carrying Dean. He pulled them both over the edge, exhausted and trembling.
"No more orchards, dude, ever."