AUTHOR NOTE: This was requested by universelegebds
It was a crisp winter night and you and the boys were bunkered down in some old run-down house keeping your eyes on a small vampire nest. All you had on was a thin jacket, jeans, and snow boots. Sam and Dean went to scout around the building once more while and you Castiel stayed and watched through the window. You had been watching for about ten minutes when Castiel noticed you shivering. "You're shaking Y/N," he said.
"I'm cold Cas," you said giving him a half-smile. Castiel thought for a minute and shrugged off his trench coat.
"Here," he said as he draped it over you.
"What about you Cas?" you asked. You didn't want him to suffer because of you. He half-smiled.
"Angel's don't get cold," he said.
"Thanks, Cas," you said hugging the coat to you. Soon you yawned. Being cold always made you sleepy. The last thing you remembered was laying your head on Castiel's shoulder before things went dark. The next morning you woke up in your hotel room. You still had the angel's coat over you. You could hear the boys talking in hushed tones. You smiled and just laid there a little longer snuggled in the coat. The only way it could have been better is if the angel himself had you in his arms.