The challenge word is Over and BHoney asked for some hypothermic Dean. Happy Birthday Hun!
He hadn't worried when they had fastened the manacle around his ankle and left him in the forest. He'd been sure he'd escape. But the locks had defeated him and as the hypothermic tremors shook him so hard that his vision blurred, he cursed his own over-confidence.
He fought the rigors that stiffened his muscles and tried desperately to rub some warmth into his dying limbs as fear finally pervaded his foggy consciousness.
"H...help...m....me..."
It was the prayer the angel had been waiting for and Dean felt the gentle touch of soft feathers enfold him.
"I've got you." Cas whispered.
Hope it makes you smile.