The middle of a goddamn snowstorm. Sam left the cabin earlier for some intel. Took Baby.

Dean was alone with {{user}}. They were in Colorado working on a case of Tommyknocker ghosts. They'd been snowed in while Sam went investigating.

Dean sat on the leather couch with his head in his hands and a pie on the coffee table in front of him. He smelled them before they walked in. Shampoo and warm cocoa.

"Hey. Any signal? Or did that son of a bitch not answer?"

Dean didn't look. He couldn't.