Dean wasn't cold watching the snow fall. He liked the peaceful moments in the darkness and quiet on the empty highway where he had pulled over to rest. His breath lingered, visible in the air as he sighed. The rustle signalling the approach of his friend parted his lips in a smile. "Hey, Cas." "Dean." The voice came from behind him, followed by an arm reaching over his shoulder to clasp a hand to his chest and pull him close. Fingers entwined as they watched winter come. With his front pressed into the human's back he could feel the difference in temperature. Dean's body was normally so warm, but the nip of ice took it's rightful place on his cheeks, blushing his nose in the process. Removing his coat, the angel placed it over the shoulders of his friend. Normally Dean would protest to any gesture that made him seem incapable or weak, but the heat and scent of Cas that clung to the fabric made him brush off the move. He didn't need to posture with the angel. He didn't need to hide or worry about his pride. Cas knew him in every way he could be known. He had remade him, held his soul in his hands, answered his prayers, and been his greatest ally. Dean couldn't tell where his own hand ended and the angel's began; being alone became a long forgotten desire. "I was thinking about you." He said, even though he meant it as more of a question. "I know." Cas replied. "Thanks for listening." "I will always come when you call, even when you don't." "I know."