"Damn it, Dean, you numbnut." Sam's breath huffed out, a frozen cloud of moisture.
"Unggh…"
"Don't try to talk." Sam responded. "Besides I need all the air space to tell you what kind of an idiot you are."
"Nnnuggh" Dean growled.
"Christ, the dumbest ten year old around knows not to do that when it's freezing out." Sam growled back through gritted teeth. "I knew not to do it when I was five, for God's sake."
"Sahhh…" Dean pleaded. Nnuggh….?
"Fine. Here's hot coffee. Pour it carefully down the pole then pull slowly when you feel your tongue come loose."