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"So," Micah breathed, folding his arms. "One of us has to carry our foreign friend, and the other's got to bring the wolf. We can't let meat like that go to waste." He rolled his shoulders, glanced...

"Yessir," Micah said with a salute. He took the flask and held it to the German's mouth. "Here, friend. Uh, have some. It's vodka. напиток? How do you say that in German? Agh, you get my point."

"You can have my beanie," Micah offered, pulling it off of his head. "It's not doing me any good anyway." He *hmm*ed and stood, hands on hips. "Bud," he told Dean, "we've got to take this guy som...

"я не понимаю," Micah laughed. "Sorry, y'all. Russian and English are all I've got. On another note..." He pointed a finger at Dean. "You. You're better than Bear Grylls. You're my new man crush."

"As a matter of fact, Bear Grylls, I think I do." Micah rummaged around in the kit for a minute, grinning triumphantly when he found them. "Here you go, one tweezer. One tweezers? A single tweezer,...

"Dat's... what? Yeah, me too, man." Micah cleaned the wound with the vodka-soaked cloth, smiling warily down at the now-conscious man. "Good to see you talking. Is that Icelandic? German? Or is you...

"You got it, bossman," Micah replied, pouring the alcohol on the piece of shirt. "Just in case though, you realize that it is *actually really freaking freezing*... right?"

"Please take the lead here, man," Micah told the other guy, scooting back. "I'm blanking on all the steps."

"Oh, man, oh, man." Micah gripped the dying man's jacket and unzipped it to get at the wound, already opening the first aid kit and grabbing a roll of bandages and the flask of straight vodka he'd ...

Micah yelped at the new voice - "Oh, hell. I didn't see you there, man. Stranger. Bud." How long had that guy even been there? He was really not cut out for observational work of *any* kind, was he...