Igloo

Chapter 2

The cold was what woke him. Dean sat up slowly, shivering and stiff probably from an awkward sleeping position. He scratched his head the way a gorilla normally would and looked around sleepily from where he sat.

"Whoa! What the hell Sammy?" Dean jumped away from the soaked jacket that he had slept on with his brother. A makeshift igloo was created from the thick snow that had accumulated on the branches that covered the cavity in the snow around the tree they stayed under.

For most likely the course of the night, both Dean and his brother had been naked from the waist down. What kept them from freezing, apart from their luck from stumbling into this shelter, was Dean's thick blanket.

"Dean? What did you do to me?" Sam yelled while scrambling to put on his trousers.

"I think that should be a question I asked you!" Dean snapped back, looking as if he was slapped in the face.

"You –" Sam tried grabbing Dean's collar but he clambered out from their shelter before Sam could reach him. Although it was easy for Dean to move, Sam's exit appeared more difficult as he slowly crawled his way out while grabbing onto the nearest branches, wincing in pain with every movement.

"Dude, y'all right?" Dean asked casually.

Despite his uncaring attitude, Sam could tell that his brother was worried of him. He had already forgiven Dean for whatever his brother had done by that point, but Sam decided to play a trick on Dean as a revenge, nevertheless.

"Ah, I...don't know what's wrong," Sam frowned. He stumbled as he neared Dean and would have fallen if he wasn't caught.

"Hey, uh...Sammy?"

"Yes?"

"I..." Dean looked at his little brother confusedly and forgot what he wanted to say. "Let's forget about this assignment. You're in no shape to continue staying here.

"But Bobby told us..."

"Aw, screw Bobby. Today's an important day anyways, I think..."

Sam agreed as debilitatedly as he could and almost smiled when he saw his brother looked even more concerned.

"Okay, Sammy, we're heading back," Dean replied quickly. He let Sam lean against a nearby tree as he picked up both their backpacks.

The hike down the mountain wasn't as tiring as it was up. Sam sneezed and pulled Dean's jacket closer around him. He wasn't the least bit tired, although the sore area that was his back orifice kept him from walking smoothly. Dean followed him from behind, huffing while struggling to keep both backpacks on his shoulders.

Sam turned to Dean after he entered the town's gates, feeling a small twinge of guilt for what he had done to his elder brother.

"We're here, eh?"

"Yes."

"What the...it's Valentine's?"

Dean looked at the shops lining the streets in wonder. Hearts in different hues of red bedecked the façades of the shops and houses. Slogans and posters with announcements and advertisements related to Valentine's Day were plastered on lamp posts and walls around town.

"Well, it looks like we're going to spend our Valentine's together again, eh Sammy?"

Sam looked at him sharply, a hostile glare in his eyes that made Dean back up slightly.

"Ugh, sorry, Dean. It's...just a dream I dreamt last night."

Dean smirked, "Still get nightmares?" "Isn't this life already a nightmare to you?" he joked sarcastically.

Dean walked into a nearby cafe and Sam followed. Their large backpacks and beaten looks caused several heads to be turned in their direction.

Dean let the backpacks fall onto the ground with a loud clonk. He then slumped onto the nearest chair and gave out a loud sigh. He made a fake smile at a couple who stared at him from the next table.

"Stop that, Dean," Sam ordered, returning with two coffees in hand. He put the drinks on their table and frowned at the still staring couple when he took his seat.

"So, what do we do now?" Dean took a sip of his coffee and grimaced. "What is this? Vanilla latte?"

Sam rolled his eyes and asked, "What what do we do now?"

"About our assignment. The yeti?"

"I guess we will just have to tell Bobby that we, uh..."

"No, I want to finish this before we leave. I don't want to come back to this damn town!" Dean glanced at the couple beside them who were making out and shuddered. "How can we kill this yeti now?"

Sam looked at his latte, deep in thought. He suddenly looked up when Dean was wondering if he had fallen asleep and was trying to wave at him.

"You know what? There is almost any kind of monster you can think of here on Earth, but I just don't think there is a yeti here. There just aren't enough evidence that proves the existence of a yeti in this area."

"Okay," Dean said bemusedly, "then why don't we ask someone here just to make sure?" He turned to a man in a beige coat sitting behind them.

"Hey, you," Dean asked while tapping the man on his shoulder. "Yeah, you. Is there any rumor, or any, er...sightings of a yeti-like creature around here lately?"

Dean's weird question seemed to surprise the man, as it took a while before he ran his hand through his auburn hair and replied, "What yeti? The only thing I've heard of is a legend of a large furry 'cupid' who made everyone...sexually active before Valentine's Day." He glanced at Dean and then at Sam.

Sunlight that suddenly streamed through the cafe's window sparkled briefly on the man's clear blue eyes. The light disappeared almost instantaneously when the man frowned in the direction of the window.

"I better get going." The man stood up. He walked to the door and turned around before leaving. "See you, Dean, Sam."

Even though the Winchester brothers sat in the back end of the cafe, what the man had said from where he stood by the front door was heard as clearly as if he had been talking right in front of them. Immediately, the brothers looked at each other.

"What –" The two asked each other at the same time.

"You first," Dean said.

"What...you know him?"

Dean frowned, "No..."

"So if neither of us know him..."

"Yeah, I know. He knew our names," Dean stated in a matter-of-fact way. "Either he's another creep, or he is freakily lucky in guessing our names."

Sam blew a sigh heavily. Weird things have been happening to him lately. The mysterious stranger wasn't the most of his worries, because if that man was right... Sam shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off his memories a rather strange dream.

"Sam?" Dean asked. "You still alright?"

"Huh...yeah."

"Well then, by the looks of this town, everything seems fine," Dean chuckled nervously, edging away from the couple near them who were virtually eating each other up.

"Ugh, reminds me of when famine came to town," Dean frowned. "You know, one of the ringed riders."

Sam wasn't paying attention to what Dean was saying. Instead, he studied his brother's face. He looked at the way Dean's lips curved as he spoke, the way he squinted when he laughed – these all reminded him of something; something very special that had happened.

To Sam, it felt as if this was a dream come true, literally. Overwhelmed with every emotion possible, he couldn't help but utter the question that had been swirling in his mind throughout the morning.

"Dean did we have sex?"

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