No point denying it: winter on Clarke's Island was as brutal as they come, and Dean Winchester had been in no way prepared. Cas had thought it just hilarious when he'd gifted Dean long underwear and flannel (there was a lumberjack joke in there somewhere and Dean was determined to find it). Boston had its low points once the snow began to fall, but the island was both poles at once; stunningly peaceful and beautiful, yet simultaneously harsh and lonely. In a way Dean was coming to understand, though, the cruel, blank winter made you feel like you deserved spring.