"Enough fresh air, cowboy?"

"Bite me."

Dean pulled the blanket tighter, but Sam could see him shivering.

"Let's get back in the room." He helped Dean up. "Dad called this a "raw" day, didn't he? I'm not sure if he was thinking uncooked or unprepared."

Dean got to his feet, and swayed a little. "Probably thinking cold and damp."

"You got a raw deal from those hunters, Dean."

"Not worse than Gordon and those two jokers in New York. No one tried to shoot me."

"At least they missed me. You ready to leave town?"

"I was ready yesterday, bitch."