Hey all!

Sorry, this was supposed to go up earlier... but life's a b*** and... well, you all know it, right?

So, today is cold!Sam night... well, at least here... I just hope you like it. Thanks deanandhisimpala for your opinion and the betaing *hugs*.

Enjoy! And... let me know if it sucks... or... no, don't tell me... or... do tell me *LOL*

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My stomach clenches as I see him smirk. The simmering anger I've felt the whole day - that drove my brother away - starts to bubble as I push him hard into the wall, intent to wipe the smirk off his face.

"Where is he?" I snarl, my knuckles digging into his chest as my vision turns red.

He just chuckles, not intimidated yet.

"Where. Is. He." I repeat, slamming him into the wall with each word.

For a moment his gaze wavers and fear seems to cross his features before the sneer is back.

"Little bitch had to cool down a bit…" he pants, then chuckles.

I stare at him, my eyes turning dark before they start darting around, searching.

"Where. Is. My. Brother." My forearm pushes into his throat, cutting off his air supply as I draw my knife. I smile grimly as I lift the knife to his face, feel the struggles subside. He stares petrified as the tip of the blade stops right under his right eye.

I slowly loosen my arm on his throat, feel him take a shallow breath and I repeat the question again, calm and without emotion, although inside of me a voice screams to hurry, that there's no time to be calm.

"Where is my brother?"

Ass-face's eyes start to well over as he hitches in breath after breath, fighting for air, wedged between the wall and me.

"Freezer…" his voice is barely a whisper, but the moment my brain registers the word, I know this time its bad.

The knife clatters from my grip as I push back, forcing myself to not waste him here and now.

He crumbles to the floor and starts to laugh maniacally as he tries to catch his breath.

"Was a little hot-headed… the punk… should be… be…"

"You sonuvabitch!"

I stop him before he finishes the sentence. His head whips to the left when my booted foot connects with his face, smashes him into the wall again. I see his eyes roll up in the back of his head but I don't care. I'm already turning and running.

"SAM!"

---

He had fought it. He had fought it so hard.

But now he is tired; so tired.

His head hurt and his left eye was swollen shut, but as much as he tried to remember what had happened, his mind couldn't seem able to find a coherent thought.

He only remembered leaving the motel in a rush, leaving Dean. He just had to get away, clear his head again, coming to terms, trying to think, to comprehend.

But this time he just couldn't. The rage in his brother's eyes as Dean's hand curled into a fist. The fury he had felt rippling off his brother as he was pushed into the wall. He had felt so betrayed in that moment. And it had hurt him, hurt him so bad… more then the cold that had tormented him the last hour or so.

The cold… he blinked owlishly. Something about this should alarm him, but he didn't know what, didn't care anymore.

He was tired, so tired… and he was all alone. His brother wouldn't come looking for him, because Dean… and then even this thought were lost and Sam felt his eyes droop, as he curled into a tight ball. Something wet ran over his face to freeze there and he wondered if he was crying, because he didn't know why… but soon enough all questions running through his head ebbed away and his mind went blank… cold like the frozen floor he lay upon.

---

He had pushed the heavy door open and was rooted for the blink of an eye as his eyes rested on the curled up figure on the floor.

"Sammy!"

With two large steps he was beside his brother, falling to his knees, hands hovering for a moment.

This was entirely his fault.

"Sammy…" he whispered, almost choking on the name, as his hands moved frantically, searching for a pulse in the crook of Sam's neck. Sam's skin was so cold to the touch, it almost hurt.

Dean blew out the breath he had held as he felt the slow and gentle thump beneath his fingertips.

As he slowly turned Sam onto his back, another wave of rage made him clench his teeth at the obvious abuse his brother had taken. For a moment he considered paying the unconscious bastard out there another visit, but pushed that thought away as he felt Sam's muscles tremble flimsily under his touch, still trying to produce warmth. He knew he had to act fast, that hypothermia already had it's clutches on his little brother.

He eased out of his jacket, ignoring the cold that bit into him almost immediately.

Sam first.

Pulling his sibling into a semi-sitting position, he wrapped the coat around Sam's shoulders as a small groan made him shift his concentration from the zipper to his little brother's face.

"Sammy?" he asked, waiting for a reply and almost sighed in relief as Sam's lids fluttered to reveal dazed and confused hazel eyes.

"D-D-ean…" this one stuttered word sounded so lost and scared Dean acted on pure instinct. Wrapping his arms around Sam he pulled him in, felt Sam's hands clutch his shirt, shivering hard suddenly.

"'s okay, Sammy. I gotcha. 's okay…" he consoled, followed by a litany of "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

---

He didn't know what to think, what to feel. Everything was messed up; thoughts and emotions running amok inside his head and heart. He couldn't let go, held on to the life-line that was his brother.

His hands clutched the soft material of Dean's shirt as he rested his head against his brother's chest, listening to the hard and fast thumping of his older brother's heart, enjoying the warmth coming from the body in front of him.

"C-c-old…" he managed between chattering teeth and all the answer he got was a throaty laugh and arms that tightened their hold.

"I know. I know… I need to get you out of here, you hear Sammy? We need to get you somewhere warm. Talk to me, okay? Keep talking… don't go to sleep."

He made a jerky movement with his head to indicate he understood and tried his voice again.

"Y-you… not… mad at me?" he asked, suddenly remembering their fight.

The arms that held onto him froze.

"I… never was, Sammy…" Dean's voice whispered.

"Tha's 'ood…" he slurred as he felt something change, his vision turning grey and fuzzier around the edges. He gasped, starting shiver more violently as he tried to hold onto reality and his brother.

"Dean…" it wasn't more then a whisper, far away even to his own ears.

"Sammy…" the voice demanded, making him push himself harder.

"Thought… youuu…. lefff me…" he fought to say this.

"Never, never, never…"

It was the last thing he heard from his brother as another wave of iciness swept his mind blank again and he slipped back in that place between unconsciousness and wakefulness, where nothing was existent.

---

Sam's scaring me. Sometimes I don't know how the kid can be so smart and stupid at the same time.

How did he come up with the idea I'd abandon him? I've been angry, yeah. To be honest I'm angry most of the time. I'm angry at the world for all the evil out there, angry at my dad for starting to hunt those evil sons of bitches and forcing me to join and sometimes I'm even angry with mom that she died; that she had let all this happen. And most of all I'm angry at myself for forcing Sam to help me carry that burden, for not being able to protect him from this.

But I've never been angry with Sam.

I huff, as I push to my feet taking him with me, using this anger now to give me more energy for the task, because Sam's everything but a light-weight.

Staggering I keep my hold on my little-big brother and start to drag him out of here.

The kid's shivers only occur occasional now, and he's lax in my arms, although his eyes are not closed fully. I know he's fighting, but still it scares me. God he's so cold.

My baby is waiting outside the door and I wedge Sam between my body and my girl, fighting with the passenger's side-door. When I finally wrench it open, I ease my precious burden in there as cautious as I can. Sam's breath tickles the skin on my neck and it calms my frazzled nerves, something as trivial as feeling the exhale of his breath.

I hurry to get the blankets from the trunk and wrap them around Sam's frame. Not much considering he was at least an hour in that frigging freezer, but once I have him at the motel I'll see that I'll warm him up as fast but as careful as possible… which means… and I grimace at this… cuddling!

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It's an odd feeling I have as I wake up. My skin feels aflame, hot, burning and prickling and it takes me a second to figure out that the awful trembles have subsided. I've warmed up. And with the memory of the cold all the aches in my body come ploughing into me. I gasp silently, trying to sit up, only to tense as something at my back moves, arms wrap around my shoulders, pinning my arms to my body and I hear a familiar grumble in my ear.

"Stop it, for crying out loud! You gave me enough of a scare tonight. If you continue this I'll get an ulcer and grey hair by tomorrow."

It's him. And all the thoughts I had earlier come back to me. I remember our fight, him pushing me into the wall, hands clenched into a fist, ready to strike. I wrestled out of his grip then, running, leaving, not turning back. And I was afraid that he'd be gone. For good this time. But he didn't go. He came for me.

And I have to laugh and to cry at the same time, the sound I make mirroring the confused feelings inside of me.

"Relax…" his voice softens as his arms around me tighten. "The cold's still messing with your head. I got you. Relax…"

And I lean into him, feel the heat of his body seep into mine. My eyes close and I feel another wave of tiredness sweep me away. But before I fall asleep I have to tell him… for once I have to tell him…

"Thank you…"

I feel him smile behind me and I know it's a genuine smile from the sound of his voice.

"Don't mention it, little brother…"

FIN

I think this is pure sap... like sappy sap? Right? Thanks for reading...