(One shot for "Imagine cuddling in bed with Dean and him complaining about how cold your feet are)

You, Sam, and Dean walk into the motel room you guys are staying in. You toss your handgun onto the table and then flop onto the bed you and Dean share. You kick off your boots before crawling under the blankets.

"Hey, (name), aren't you going to take a shower?" Dean asks, walking towards the bathroom.

"I'm too tired, I'll take one in the morning," you grumble tiredly, pulling the blankets over your head to block out the light.

You start to drift off into unconsciousness when you feel the bed dip. Dean crawls in beside you and wraps his arms around your torso. The smell of his body wash drifts around you and you smile sleepily.

You turn in his arms to face him and you open your eyes, noticing now that the lights are off. Grinning to yourself on the inside, you touch one of your feet to his leg.

You hear him gasp. "Jesus, (name), you're feet are cold," he complains.

"That's the point," you whisper as your touch another foot to his leg. You feel him shiver and, as you rub your cold feet over his calves, you feel the Goosebumps forming.

You giggle quietly as his grip tightens on you, pulling you closer.

"Stop that," he says quietly in your ear. "Or else I'll have to kiss you."

You continue to touch your feet to his legs, enjoying the warmth of him. "Try