This is a short Destiel fic based off of an idea (prompt?) I found on Ifunny that was probably taken from Tumblr.

I thought it'd be cute to write! Enjoy!

"It is too hot Dean." Cas grumbled for the fiftieth-fucking-time.

"Well since SOMEONE spent all our cash on hobos and charity cases, we can't sleep in an ACTUAL motel with AC. So suck it up, Buttercup, you made your bed. Now lie in it." Dean slurred his response with his back turned, the wet summer air closing in around them even as he spoke.

"But it is dangerously hot Dean, we could over-heat and die out here." Ca's hand gestured vaguely up to the world around them "I can't raise you from Hell again, not like this." He paused for a moment, long enough to hear Dean snore softly.

"We could sleep in the cab? This truck does have AC."

Dean awoke and groaned in exasperation. "It is too fucking hot to be arguing. I don't want to use the pick-up's AC because this thing's old as shit and the last thing I want is for it to die on us and leave us stranded." Dean mumbled further that "if Sam hadn't taken the impala for the other case, we could've slept somewhere decent even without cash."

Cas was quiet as he listened, when Dean finished his mumblings and began drifting, Cas piped up again.

"So you agree it is atrociously hot out?"

Dean made a noise like a snarl and flipped over and onto Cas.

"I swear to god if you don't stop complaining I will GIVE you a reason to be hot." and had it ben anyone else, the conversation would've ended there with either awkward blushing or intense fucking. But this was Cas.

"But I have a reason for my elevated temperature Dean, the current temperature is 96 degrees Fahrenheit, this, plus the added temperature of the truck's bed, makes for an extremely warm body temperature." Cas shifted slightly, his chest struggling to reach full capacity with Dean's weight on him so heavily.

"Dean?"

but Dean had drifted off again while Cas was talking, his body resting almost entirely on top of his friend.

Cas huffed and laid his head back to look at the stars.

With the added body temperature of Dean Winchester, he was sure he was going to die.

He looked down at Dean's head still resting on his chest.

Cas smiled.

At least he'd die happy.

Please R&R, it makes me happy when you do!