Disclaimer: Don't own them.
"I'm fine." Dean kept saying over and over. This became his mantra after the fugly
of the week tossed him in a lake covered in a thin layer of ice.
As soon as they got close to the car, Sam snatched the keys and ran ahead.
"Leaving without me, Sammy? Jackass."
Dean kept grumbling until he reached the car. Sam was waiting with dry sweats
and a blanket. Dean changed and climbed into the warm car-Sam had also turned
the heater on high.
When they got to the hotel, Sam rushed ahead again. Dean was still shivering as
he got into the room and heard the shower running. "Jackass," he mumbled before
he saw Sam. Sam gave him a towel and pushed him to the bathroom. When Dean
got out of the shower Sam handed him a cup of hot coffee.
"Okay, I take it back. You're not a jackass."
"What?"