The wind shifted from the North to the East, as Sam shifted from his left to his right foot. The melting snow had already leaked through his shoes, soaking his feet and sending a chill through him.
A sudden gust caught the sign at just the right angle, almost sending him sprawling into the busy street. Catching himself at the last second, heart pounding, he straightened it.
A Dean-sized penguin waddled over, almost slipping on a patch of ice. He shoved an angry wing in Sam's face. "Be careful, dammit! I'm not scraping you off the intersection in this suit!"
