Word: Over
Happy Birthday bhoney – now a little hypothermic Dean…what fun we can have warming the poor boy up again!! Lol Sorry it's late but my aunt had a bad fall and broke her hip, once again, I'm playing catch-up!
Word Count: 100 – On the nose
Disclaimer: I own nothing – it all belongs to Kripke, but I sure do like playing with his toys!
Warning Signs by Impaladreams
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"What bit of 'Danger, Thin Ice!' didn't you get? C'mon, get outta those wet clothes. I'll get a fire going."
"Fr…fr…freakin' Boy Sc…scout." Dean gritted through uncontrollably chattering teeth.
Sam dragged him, stumbling, over the threshold and eased him onto the dusty mattress. Numb fingers fumbled with ice-encrusted cloth.
"Want some help?"
"'M'kay." Dean mumbled, slumping heavily sideways.
Sam sighed, peeling frosted layers from his blue-lipped brother.
"Shift over, Dean." He muttered distractedly, rearranging the meagre blankets.
"P…personal space!" Dean grumbled, shuffling closer. "D…don't th…think you can t…take advantage of me, j…just 'cause it's c…c…cold, S…Sammy."
"In your dreams, Frosty!"
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I'm sure we could all find a little body heat to share with the boy!! I'd love to know what you think. Jane