The challenge word is Leak. Apologies for posting late.
He stretched his arm awkwardly backwards, straining to reach where the trickle of rainwater leaked down the filthy wall. It hurt his bruised ribs and ripped at the torn skin where his leg lay pinned under the boulder, but he needed to drink and more importantly so did Sam.
He dragged the broken bottle back toward him, careful to retain it's meagre contents and tipped it carefully to his brother's parched lips. Sam mumbled incoherently and Dean lowered the empty glass and placed his hand to his fevered brow.
"'S'okay, Sammy. Sleep." He murmured as he scanned the waiting darkness.
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