Story2p11:
"We need to warm her." Sam said, rushing to the cupboards to look for blankets. Dean stared in shock at Sera's grey face and blue lips as she lay naked on the wet rug, her feet still dangling in the water. He regained his composure, picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. Sam followed behind him, his arms full of blankets. As he passed, Sam kicked the trapdoor closed, stopping the influx of water that was now bubbling its way across the lounge room floor.
Dean gently lay Sera in her bed facing the open fire and began wrapping her in the blankets Sam had brought. Once Sera was completely entombed in the tightly wound blankets Dean moved in front of the fire to warm himself. He ripped his soaked t-shirt off, dumping it on the floor and wrapped himself in a spare blanket, as Sam refueled the fire with more logs.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked, his concern breaking the silence.
"I'm f-fine." Dean stuttered, shaking violently.
"You're not fine. You need to get warm." Sam said.
"What do you think I'm d-doing?" Dean replied, becoming agitated.
Sam walked around to the other side of Sera's bed and pulled the covers back, giving Dean an expecting look. Dean stared defiantly back at him and backed towards the fire.
"Bed." Sam ordered.
"No." Dean refused.
"I mean it Dean. Get in bed now!" Sam argued.
"You-You get in bed!" Dean answered back.
"Dean, body warmth will help keep both of you alive. You're hyperthermic." Sam reasoned.
"Go-go away Sam." Dean chattered. Sam continued to stare at Dean until he caved. "Fine." Dean conceded kicking off he boots and moving around to get in to bed.
"Jeans." Sam announced, moving to let Dean get into bed.
"What?" Dean asked angrily.
"Take off your jeans. They're soaking wet." Sam ordered. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over Dean stopping him from arguing, and he grumbled under his breath as he stripped down to his silk boxers and tossed his jeans at Sam's feet.
"Happy." Dean growled climbing into bed and folding his arms in annoyance. Sam grabbed Deans' jeans and shirt, knowing the minute he left Dean would probably put them back on if he didn't take them, and headed for the door.
"I don't see what your problem is, you're lying in bed with a hot naked girl- isn't that your thing?" Sam teased and pulled the door closed just as a pillow flew across the room.
"She's unconscious." Dean called after him. "Great, this is just great. I get to snuggle up to an unconscious human ice cube." Dean complained to himself.