Shakes his head, "I don't get cold easily, sweetheart. Trust me. This is nothing compared to what I've been through. Nothing."

Dean laid back, eating his tuna and crackers, half-smiling to himself. At least he wasn't alone, right?

Though his thoughts drifted to Sam, and Cas. The two people he missed the most. And Bobby. He'd much rather be hunting a wendigo than what he was doing right now.