It's hard for Dean to get his food in the winter. All the animals take shelter, shielding themselves from the snow.
He spots a lone buck, however, nestled against a nearby tree. Although the beast is naturally powerful and dominant, it looks weak and scared when apart from its family.
Dean's lithe movements go undetected as he makes his way through the small gathering of snow covered trees. He crouches, thinking through his tactics. It's a rushed thought process as he's mad with hunger, his only source of food recently had been shriveled up berries. A sharp flare of hunger originating from deep within his stomach snaps Dean out of his planning and he pounces, almost dropping his spear with the suddenness of the movement. The buck lets out a loud groan as Dean's sharpened weapon comes into contact with its jugular. Blood spurts from the wound as Dean rips the spear from the flesh. It is a satisfying sight for the famished man. The blood continues to seep from the gash and the buck carries on groaning, struggling out of Dean's choke hold. It staggers a few feet before beginning to sink to its knees. The loss of blood becomes too much for it as collapses, a low, continuous moan escaping from its mouth. Dean grins at the sound; it means food's almost ready.
Dean enjoys the sight of the life slowly draining out from the buck's eyes. Maybe he's proud of the fact that he did that to the animal and the sense of power he feels. Once the buck finally splutters and twitches one last time, Dean hastily grabs hold of a leg and drags it through the snow. Red colours the snow beneath the carcass as Dean pulls. White snowflakes settle atop the dead animal as it is hauled from the small clearing. Dean reaches the fringe of the forest he'd been hiding in mere minutes beforehand. Under the cover of the trees he can hopefully start up a fire.
He picks up two twigs from the rock hard ground, testing them to see if they're too damp to catch light. After rubbing them together, Dean finds that they are adequate and stashes them in the hem of his ripped trousers. Dean takes as much time as his stomach will allow to gather the firewood, eager for warmth and to eat his kill.
The flames lick the air weakly, the cold preventing them from performing to their full capacity. It's enough for Dean, though, and he grabs his spear in preparation for cutting up the buck. Thankfully the winter is harsh enough so that no insects have latched themselves onto the buck's skin. However, the weather is bittersweet to Dean as, although his meal has mercifully not been spoiled, he is freezing to the bone. He's tough when it comes to the weather, but being shirtless in a winter such as this means it's hard for him to simply ignore the biting cold. Dean's been out here a few winters but past experience doesn't make it any easier to deal with.
Snow falls around him as he cuts away the fur on the beast. It's not too distracting to him though, as most of the flakes have been caught in the thin canopy of leaves above his head. He continues to hack away the fur and then moves on to the meat. He stabs at it, prepares it for the cooking process and then spears a large chunk, hovering it over the fire. The heat begins to thaw away the thin sheen of snow, water dripping onto the fire and causing it to hiss occasionally. Dean sways slightly, shivering as a sharp gust of wind whistles past him. The fire flickers but does not go out and Dean turns the it around, cooking the whole piece of meat.
When it's cooked well enough, Dean ravages it, gulping down the hot meat. He doesn't take the time to appreciate the taste of it because of the insatiable hunger still present in his stomach. He finishes, still peckish but wary of the fact that he'll have to ration his supply of meat if he doesn't want to stick to the berries.
Dean lies down on his side, resting against the mostly dry earth. Though he is full aware of the consequences of being exposed to such cold temperatures, he doesn't care. His eyelids drift closed and he attempts to fall unconscious despite the bitter wind whipping at his body. Another night of poor sleep is sure to follow.
I probably shouldn't start another fic due to the fact that I need to update all my other ones.. Meh.
I don't even know if this is a good idea or not, I am just stuck with my other writing so.. Here this is..