Sam's fingertips were numb from constant, anxious nibbling that had continued long after the nail was gone.
Dean hadn't been coherent in 14 hours.
Looked from the bathtub to his brother and back.
105 degrees was brain and nerve damage territory. He had to do something now.
Shock from temperature change was a risk, but febrile seizures were worse.
One last ditch effort before the hospital.
Decision made, Sam turned the tap on cold. Grabbing the bucket provided, he proceeded to commandeer every piece of ice from the machine.
Patrons of Shady Grove motel would have to drink their Pepsi warm.