Dean stumbled out of the cabin. He gasped as his bare feet sank into the fresh snow, lying ankle deep all around. With just jeans and a blood covered tee-shirt on, the biting wind lashed at his exposed face and arms. At least the blood wasn't his. He allowed himself a small moment of triumph before collapsing to his knees and finally crumpling forward to the ground.
It was actually quite comfortable lying there in the snow - he was even starting to warm up a little. All he had to do now was wait for Sam to find him.