“Your hands are freezing don’t touch me!” / @ofsamwinchester
“Dude, you’re being dramatic,” he huffed. His ears were arguably colder than his hands. He didn't have a flop of hair covering them like someone. "Besides, my hands wouldn't be so damn cold if you'd help me with these string lights." He really couldn't feel his fingers anymore. This was the fifth tree outside the magic shop that he'd strung up with lights because some how he got pulled into setting up for Zatanna's annual Christmas market. "She could probably just fix all these trees up with a magic but she just likes to watch me suffer," he muttered under his breath as he wound his way around the tree. "Y'know, you could make yourself useful and start untangling that box of lights over there."