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Scorching and relentless, the sun beat down.

Dean struggled against the ropes to no avail. They were too tight and his strength was fading fast.

He ran his swollen tongue across parched lips, desperately trying to find enough moisture to call for help one last time. The only sound to escape his throat was a dry rasp.

Strong hands suddenly pulled him into an embrace. The ropes disappeared and cool water slid down his throat. He sputtered, trying to focus on the face looking down at him.

"Sammy?" he croaked. If it was a mirage, he didn't want to know.