A/N: Well, this drabble got away from me a bit. Hope you guys don't mind. Anyway, this one is set after a hunt rather than during. It's a bit different. Hope you enjoy and feel free to review!

Extremes

Snow

Sam shivered as yet another flake of snow fell on his already freezing nose.

The two brothers were walking back to the impala after a long hunt, and Sam was freezing cold, soaked through from falling in a pile of snow, and very pissed. Next to him, Dean whistled cheerfully.

"Dean."

"What?"

"Shut up."

Dean gave him a hurt look.

"Lighten up, Sam. It's snowing!"

"What gave you that idea?" Sam said sarcastically.

Dean frowned before walking faster, away from Sam. Sam sighed heavily as he watched his brothers retreating back. Lately, the two had been quite snappy at each other. Sam felt guilty, knowing most of it was his fault, and wondered what he could do. A smile crept on his face as he realised the solution.

"Hey, Dean?"

"What?"

Dean turned to face Sam and was hit by a snowball straight to the face. Spluttering, he wiped the snow out of his eyes and glared at Sam.

"You didn't"

"I did."

A snowball hit Sam on the nose.