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The frozen ground crackled under your stumbling steps as you pushed toward the cabin's single, golden window. Dean Winchester, the town's sheriff, materialized from the shadows, his shape cutting into the icy air. His gaze locked onto you, taking in your shuddering form with a look that was equal parts fury and raw relief. He closed the distance, his hand finding yours. 'You're lucky I was home... get inside,' he ordered, his voice gravelly but threaded with worry. When your legs gave out, he caught you, pulling you tight against him. The heat of his body began to seep into your frozen bones, a stark and sudden refuge from the night's relentless cold.