He didn't have much time.
Out of the car, through the freezing rain, Sam dove in.
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"Ho…how many?" Sneezing bleakly, Dean groaned, nose running, squeaky voice fading.
Sam looked up from the other end of the couch, smiling.
"Ten, Dean, still ten toes." Dean squinted, coughing
"Vision-n?
Sam nodded.
"Th-thanks."
Dean blew his nose and sneezed again. Lying on the couch, his bare feet were currently thawing in Sam's lap, under his shirts, against Sam's stomach. Dean was also wrapped in everything else they owned.
"Relax. No frostbite, ok? "
"Su-su-sucks."
"Wiggle your toes."
Sam grinned.
"That's my boy."