Sam sat slumped over on the desk his hair messily spread across the table. "You should rest Sam I will watch over Dean" Cas mumbled brushing snow out of his hair onto the white washed floorboards. "You sure Cas?"
"Yes Sam" Sam nodded and yawned while stretching his arms into the air. Cas remained watching Dean as Sam flopped onto the small bed he had made up on the floor. He pulled the thin blue cotton blanket over his shoulders only to have no more blanket to cover his feet and ankles, he sighed and pulled his knees to his chest. He didn't want to sleep he wanted to hold Dean's hand just so Dean would know he was there, he rolled over and looked up at Dean, he was laying perfectly straight his arms bent leaving his hands to lightly rest on his rising chest. Sam's eyes slowly forced shut he began to remember; it was December and Sam had been making his family out of snow with Dean's help he had managed to make both his parents and Bobby from nothing but snow, sticks and a worn hat. He was proud of their work and headed back inside he found Dean asleep on the couch Dean was holding the tv remote in his hand and an empty mug in the other. Sam put both on the floor and curled up next to Dean, his head resting on Dean's arm, Dean with his eyes still shut pulled the blanket over both of them and put his arm around Sam "Night Sammy" Sam remembered how warm, happy and safe he felt he just wished he could sit with Dean put his arm around him and make sure Dean felt safe.