Cas was cold.
Teeth chattering, body shivering, cold.
"Dean," He said quietly.
"Hm?" Came the sleepy reply from across the room.
"I'm cold."
There was a soft chuckle. "Joys of being human. This motel room sucks though. I think the heater's broken."
"Aren't you freezing?"
"Nah." He heard the rustling of sheets as the hunter walked over to him and draped his own blanket over the fallen angel.
"No, I don't want you to be cold too." He protested.
"I'll be fine." Dean assured, although his silhouette told a different story. The moonlight filtering through the window illuminated the hunter; hugging himself tightly.
"You're cold." Cas stated, starting to give Dean his blanket back.
"Wait." Dean shook his head. "Scoot over."
"W-what?"
"You heard me. We can share." Dean's voice seemed to have dropped an octave, and Cas felt confused as a strange thrill ran up his spine. He obeyed, making room for Dean on the right side of the bed.
As the hunter crawled in next to him, he was painfully aware of the tiny space between them. He could feel Dean's body heat, just inches away. So he closed the gap.
Dean inhaled sharply as Cas snuggled up to him. "What...what are you doing?"
"You're warm."
Dean couldn't help it; his heart melted. The former angel was pressed against his chest, soft hair resting just beneath his chin. Against his better judgment, the hunter let his arms encircle his friend.
Cas hummed contentedly, and it made Dean grin. His heart fluttered, and he tried to ignore the fact that it was happening more often. And only when he was around Cas.
He willed himself to stop thinking, just this once. Enjoy the moment.
Holding Cas, the cold faded. The two of them found warmth in each other, and stayed that way until the sun came up.
Dean refused to admit that it was the best night's sleep he'd ever gotten.
