Torture and exposure were excellent ways to acquire information and lower the immune system. Dean's torn ankles were infected, his temperature was mounting, and Sam was praying Dean wasn't developing pneumonia.

Sam was lowering Dean into a tub of tepid water. Dean was … still tied to the chair.

"No, no, lem'me go, don' know shit."

"Dean, listen, you're OK, let me help."

"No, no, lem'me go. Won't believe …" Dean voice was raw and painful to hear. He convulsed, back arching. He choked out, "M'brother's going to come. Get you good."

Sam blushed and grinned like an idiot.