A COOL HEAD
WOW - jar: Dean's grateful to his friends in Purgatory - and not just for their company.
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It was useful having an angel and a dead, undead – whatever - guy following you around in Purgatory.
Because – and really, who'd have thought that Purgatory had seasons - when it got freezing cold, like, nose-numbingly, junk-shrivellingly cold, having two friends who didn't feel it was kinda handy.
Wrapped up in his own jacket, together with Benny's coat and Castiel's ubiquitous trench stretched almost to bursting over the top of both, the bone-jarring chill was just about manageable.
Of course, Dean's ears were burning crimson in the freezing air, but Benny's cap?
Nah – even in Purgatory, Dean had his pride.
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