"Hello to you too, Castiel. Nice to see you again," Derek thinks with an amused snort. Really, he's pleased that he can communicate with Castiel like this. It makes things easier, and now he's less likely to have to get naked in the snow and get dressed.

Derek has frost on the tip of his muzzle and he huffs out a breath, nose wrinkling to dislodge it. "But yeah, I know what you mean. Something is definitely off about this place, but I can't figure out what it is."