Dean nodded quickly, and fought his way through the wind and snow to the other door, hauling the case of beer as well as the bags he'd been loaded down with. It wasn't so bad, really. He'd carried more through worse. Colorado winters were not kind. He just hadn't expected to deal with a blizzard in August.
He tried to shut the door behind him, but the wind caught the door and slammed it open again, and he eventually gave up, slipping on the floor as he headed towards the kitchen. Once he'd dropped the beer and food on the counter, he shook his head, scrubbed his fingers through his hair, once more sopping wet, and blinked the snowflakes from his eyelashes.
"...well, that was awesome," he drawled, sarcastically.