Dean shakily pulled the collar of his coat up over his ears, but it didn't do much to shake the bone-deep cold.
The firewood was long gone and he'd burnt what little furniture remained in the old cabin. He couldn't go outside to get more wood. Hell, he couldn't even get off the damned bed!
Right now, it was a toss-up whether he'd bleed out or freeze to death.
The silver lining?
The cold had slowed his bleeding, so maybe he'd still be alive when his brother gave him a much-deserved ass-kicking for coming up the mountain on his own.