"My face is numb," Sam muttered.
"You'll be fine, quit whining," Dean shot back, summoning as much heat inside him as he could. The two hunters dragged their backpacks through the steady rise of snow.
"We should've waited until the blizzard passed," Sam continued.
"Would you stop already, Sammy? Just don't think about it," Dean said without so much as looking at his younger brother, his vision tunneling around the small cottage in the distance. His hot temper rose, and he thanked Sam for at least that.
"Jesus, this is ridiculous," Sam said more to himself, not thinking about his words. "It's just I'm tired, I'm hungry, and," giving an involuntary shudder as he walked, he mindlessly trudged on, "and it's cold as hell."
Finally, Dean froze.