Bird Seed 4
Sometime during his second day of captivity by snow, Dean is snoozing on the floor on some couch cushions, wrapped in a quilt and trying not to feel the cold so much, when something hits him in the face.
He rolls to one side and growls in his sleep.
Something else strikes his cheek, then another, until Dean sits up and glares.
The bird on his chest glares back. Then nudges one of the snickers bars it's been pelting him with, towards him.
"What the hell?" Dean mutters.
The bird tweets bossily.
Dean unwraps the bar and takes a bite. The bird flutters a little, and Dean takes this to mean that it's pleased.
This is when he realises that he's sleeping in a nest.
It's not a very big nest, it's more a little circle of cotton balls, bits of twig from Sam's fancy dry arrangements, and feathers from the pillow that's still leaking down through little birdy peck holes across the room.
"What did you do?" Dean says to the bird accusingly.
The bird chirrups and dashes off to bring back more feathers.
Dean looks at it helplessly. He knows he should probably stop the crazy devil-bird from putting him in a nest and freaking FEEDING HIM. But...he's kind of warm and he doesn't really want to move.
So he lies down and goes back to sleep for a few hours.
And when he wakes up, the bird has made the sides of the 'nest' about three inches high, and decorated it with popcorn from the garlands on the tree, as well as sparkly tinsel strands, candy bars and bits of foil from the waste paper basket.
Dean glances down and realises that the bird is currently roosting in his cupped palm, on a fold of quilt.
He looks down at the little bird currently nuzzled up against his thumb, and wonders if he's going crazy.
Then he eats a snickers one handed and decides that he really doesn't mind.
When the bird wakes up, he feeds it some popcorn.