E/O Challenge: "Dry"
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Standard disclaimer, no spoilers.
Deserted
Sam presses hard on the accelerator, urging the Impala on to greater speeds despite the terrible weather. Dean needs a motel room and an aspirin, but they're still miles away from anywhere hospitable.
"Sammy?"
"Uh-huh?" He glances sideways. His brother's lips are dry and cracked from fever, his cheeks flushed like a bad sunburn.
"Why r'we drivin' inna desert? Ain't n'water inna desert."
Sam tilts his head to one side. He looks at Dean, whose gaze is surprisingly steady despite the constant shivering.
There are fat, wet raindrops splattering the windshield.
"Um…I wasn't thirsty." He presses harder on the gas.
You know, I thought dry, and then I just jumped to…desert. Whatever…