Dean huffed a little as he moved over the twig, heading toward the ground. Sammy was missing. Again. As if he could go all that far.
Listening for a moment he made the noise again, still not getting an answer.
Heading towards the little pond by their ‘home’ Dean nooted again. This time there was a much smaller noot that was heard.
"Noot." Dean noised again, heading in the direction as it was heard again.
He kept this up, till he saw the little snail on a large leaf. Climbing on it with him, Dean made another noot. Sam answered, moving close, resting against Dean.
The elder wanted to be mad, though couldn’t bring himself too. So he just settled on a soft noot, pressing against Sam.