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Prompt: Temperature

Word Count: 100


Spending an entire midwinter afternoon knocking on doors wasn't the Winchester version of a good time. Especially when said doors kept slamming in their faces.

"Cold."

"I know, it's freezing."

The brother's simultaneously rolled their eyes at their unwanted companion.

"Not the temperature, genius. The town."

"At this rate, we'll be here until this thing kills off the entire town."

"While you two decide where to next, I'll be in the car."

As Sam watched their useless guide leave, Dean spun towards him.

"Next time someone wants to tag along, what do you say?"

Resigned, Sam sighed.

"No."

"Good boy."