WOW: Drift. For Wolfpack Pride's birthday, have a fab day hun x
Winchesters versus snow - lots of it.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, wouldn't let them out of my sight if I did.
A wall of white.
Crashing, plunging; scything down everything in it's path.
Trees, animals, buildings, and two brothers heading down the mountainside after a successful hunt.
Ruddy-faced and wet-nosed; talking of enjoying the delights of apres-ski, only without the skis.
Tumbling, thundering madness.
Darkness lifts; Sam blinks;
Sore eyes focus.
Twinkling ice cold crystals rip and burn skin tearing apart the deep drifts.
Searching, shouting, stumbling.
Then he sees it.
Bleeding, freezing hands work harder.
A dazed blink.
A potent force of nature.
No match for separated Winchesters.