"- ep!"

Sam's hand tightened on his cell phone at the sound of distress in his brother's voice. "Dean, what's wrong?"

"—am'y, 'ep!"

"Where are you?"

"—ar!" Dean made a choking sound. "– AR!"

Sam grabbed his coat. "I'm coming!"

OOO

"You have got to be kidding me!"

Knee deep in snow, Dean stood pressed up against the street lamp in front of the bar, tongue stuck tight against the freezing metal.

"Dean, what the - "

Rolling an eye back toward his brother, Dean whimpered pitifully.

"Don't tell me." Sam fought back a grin. "Double dare, right?"