Dean hated winter. It was cold, it was wet and it made him want to shoot someone. The worst part was the snow, because, being on the road, means that there wasn't much in the way of garages for his baby, she got cold, ya know? But it was May now so no snow right?
Wrong. Right now, they were busy hunting a Wendigo in Fort Lupton, Colorado and it was snowing. In May.
Sam may have been content with sitting in their motel room, drinking his coffee and doing research on his laptop, bundled up in one of the motel comforters, but not Dean. It was snowing and Dean had some work to do.
There was no parking structure at all, but he wasn't really expecting one at a five-star motel like this. So between pushing the snow out of the way behind the Impala and wiping it off of the top and hood, Dean was grumbling under his breath, cursing the fall of snow in May, "I mean come on!"
He didn't even have a winter coat, not one that could withstand the temperatures outside right now. So he stood there, waiting for the snow to build up enough that he could wipe it off or shovel it away, all the while shaking, breathing into his hands to keep at least some warmth in them.
It was two hours of nothing but standing and wiping and shoveling before there was a fluttering of wings and a hot coffee placed in his hands. "Your temperature has dropped below 95, Dean. You need to go inside." There was concern on Castiel's face and it warmed Dean's heart a bit to think that Cas cared, ignoring the fact that Cas knew his exact temperature at this moment because, weird.
"'m f-fine, Cas" Dean replied, but he didn't really believe himself, and judging by the look on his face, Cas didn't either. Now that he mentioned it, Dean did feel a little weak, and he'd lost all feeling in his hands about half an hour ago. But he had to keep the snow off. She couldn't handle that much snow all at once, and from what Sam said earlier, they were expecting at least 8 inches or more tonight alone, with more coming the next day.
"No." Cas pressed his fingers to Dean's forehead and he was suddenly in the bathroom of their motel room. Dean would have protested, but his body chose that moment to lose all semblance of control and he started falling to the tile beneath him.
"Okay, maybe I'm not..." it came out as a weak mumble. Cas started work on the shower, making sure it was hot enough to get Dean warm again. Dean just watched, shaking from where he was propped up against the wall, all the while wondering what exactly Cas was hoping to do here. He was alright with him forcing Dean to take a shower, but he could hardly stand as it was, let alone under the relaxing spray of a much needed shower.
Cas walked back over to Dean and started to take off his jacket before Dean was fully aware that Cas was even in front of him. "Wait... wait. L-let me. Igotit." Dean mumbled weakly pushing Cas' hands away. He turned around before slowly taking his jacket off, blaming the blush that was creeping up into his cheeks on the weather outside. He glanced back to see Cas watching him intently, probably making sure he was truly capable of undressing himself.
"C-Cas turn around, don't be a p-perv." Dean attempted to chuckle, but it came out as more of a cough with a wheeze at the end.
There was a shuffling of feet and Dean felt a little better getting undressed now that he was not being watched by someone he regrettably thought about too often in his free time. It's not that Dean didn't like him, heck it was exactly the opposite, but he wasn't going to be the one who corrupted an Angel just because he got a little too hot whenever he was around.
Dean had gotten down to just his boxers before another shiver sent him falling to the floor and there was a arm wrapped around his waist. Cas was so warm and he smelled like the grass on a sunny day. Dean couldn't help but lean in and relax into the arms that now surrounded him.
Dean heard a snap and suddenly he was completely naked and being dragged to the shower by a very naked Castiel. Dean would have liked to say he cared, that this was too uncomfortable for him, but he honestly couldn't make the effort to protest. Cas slowly helped him into the shower and it was a good thing that he was standing right behind Dean because the minute the water washed over him, Dean began to slump down, letting out a quiet groan of aproval.
Cas tensed behind him and let out a long, slow breath that tickled the back of his neck. Dean was lost to the heat of the shower, relaxing back against Cas until their bodies were pressed fully against each other. He had almost managed to fall asleep before the shower was turned off and Cas was helping him out, drying him off as carefully as possible.
"You're too good to me, Cas." He mumbled as he was led out of the room. Sam wasn't there which probably meant this wasn't actually their motel room and maybe one that was down the hall. Cas helped him into the bed and hesitated before carefully crawling in behind him.
Dean instantly buried himself in Cas' arms, relaxing into the warmth Castiel shared. It wasn't long before Dean had fallen asleep to the light sound of Cas' breath and the feel of his arms around him.