A/N: Big thanks to KateCyrus for her inspiration for the start of this chapter. A few of the lines are hers so thanks Kate! Sorry it took two weeks but I'm in the last stretch of school at the moment and finding time to write is really hard.

A/N2: Thanks to siberian72, Swasti, snchills, DeanLives, SpookyClaire, just jordy, reddgemini, PowerRangerFreeek, Bluio, Laughandlove and KateCyrus who all reviewed the last chapter. Anyway enjoy and I'll have the next one up as soon as I can.

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Dean's first thought when he awoke was that what ever the hell was onto of him was heavy. His next thought was that he was a lot warmer than he had been the last time he had been awake. He then realized this had something to do with what he presumed – as he hadn't opened his eyes yet - the head laying on his chest and the arm thrown over his waist in a hug. Knowing from plenty of experience, Dean could tell that was not a females arm around him. Shocked with this new realization Dean's eyes snapped open and he looked down to see a head covered in shaggy brown hair that could only belong to Sam.

Raising an eyebrow at his new discovery Dean cleared his dry throat in an attempt to wake his little brother. When that didn't work and only succeeded in making the youngest Winchester pull his arm even tighter around his brother, Dean made a coughing noise. That worked.

Sam opened his eyes and looked groggily up at his brother. He gave a small smile, happy to see that Dean seemed to be awake and fine, then he realized the position he was in. The look that spread across his face was priceless as he jumped out from under the pile of blankets and stood upright trying not to make eye contact with Dean. He could just imagine the smirk across his brother's face. He had been afraid this would happen, so standing self-consciously in his boxer shorts and nothing else, he tried to stop what he knew was coming.

"I was just," he paused not really knowing what to say, "uh."

"There was no need to get up on my account." Dean smirked.

"It's like this." Sam said in an attempt to begin explaining. He honestly had no idea why the hell he had woken up like that with Dean. He must have shifted from his original position of spooning into hugging Dean sometime during the night. Oh god his brother was never going to let him live this down.

"No need to explain Sammy. You wait until I can't even hold myself up, then you seduce me with a warm bath," the younger hunter had turned a steady shade of red at this point so Dean continued enjoying every moment of tormenting his brother like this, "And then you have your way with me? Unbelievable dude! I mean sure the bath was romantic, you did however forget the candles. God didn't I teach you anything Sammy? Bath plus candles equals a night of hot sex. So was it good for you too?" Dean asked seriously putting most of his concentration into keeping his face straight at the sight of his brother's now entirely red face. Even the tips of Sam's ears had turned the bright color.

"Very funny Dean. You know it wasn't like that. The bath was to get your temperature up and I didn't sleep with you. Well I did, not just in that way. Besides you're not my type." Sam said trying to keep his face straight as well at his brother's hurt and shocked expression.

"What do you mean not your type? Dude, I'm everyone's type! I'm so unbelievably irresistible that I'm not surprised you couldn't keep your hands off me."

"Oh and don't forget incredibly modest too." Sam quipped.

Dean shrugged and looked dead in the eyes, "So Romeo, you care to explain what in Lucifer's kitchen you were doing snuggled up so close to my nipples?" he asked in a deadly serious voice.

"Lucifer's kitchen? What the hell Dean? Maybe that hypothermia did leave some permanent effects on your brain." Sam said trying to avoid the question.

"I made it up because I'm brilliant. Don't avoid the question Sam."

'He's not gonna let this go is he? Of course he's not. It's Dean, the guy is like a dog with a bone. Better give him what he wants Sam, maybe you can embarrass him into never mentioning it again.' Standing up straight and looking Dean in the eyes Sam simply said, "I was spooning you." He snickered when he saw the shocked expression on Dean's face. 'Damn, wish I had a camera.'

"Okay so not what I was expecting." Dean said honestly. He shuddered and pulled his blankets up higher, "That's so wrong man."

"Shut up, I had to keep you warm somehow. Don't you remember the lessons Dad gave us on how to treat hypothermia? It's best to share body heat." Sam said defensively. This was pointless; he was talking to Dean after all. Actually Dean seemed to be doing better than he had been doing last night. So it turned out that Sam's 'spooning/snuggling' technique had worked, "Besides I didn't see you complaining."

"I was unconscious! Sam you are one creepy little man." Dean chuckled.

"Yeah well I learnt from the best. Anyway I'm going to go have a shower. You seem better this morning so if you want you can go out and get us something to eat." Sam said before his disappeared into the bathroom.

"Worked up a sweat did you? They all do!" Dean yelled after his brother. He heard a mumbled 'hilarious' from behind the door before the shower started to run.

Dean snuggled down under his blankets a bit more. His bed was so warm and he didn't want to move. Hell even Dean Winchester was aloud a morning in. Then again he had screwed up the hunt last night. Damn it, they needed to do more research. His memory was fuzzy and he didn't even know how the hell he had gotten back to the motel. Of course it was easy to fill in the blanks. Sam. His little brother would have been the one to get him back to the motel room.

Sighing Dean knew he had work to do so regretfully he pulled himself from under the covers and stood, his whole body aching. Moving like an old man with arthritis Dean hobbled around the room and went straight for the coffee maker. 'Coffee, my one true love. Except for my beautiful Impala.' He switched on the coffee machine.

Feeling cold from being out from the warmth of his bed Dean shivered and looked for the nearest jacket. He spied Sam's laying over one of the motel chairs and pulled it up. As he put it on, 'Where the hell is my jacket?', something hard fell out of one of the pockets and landed on the floor with a dull thud.

Leaning down gingerly he picked up an aged leather bound book. On the cover were the golden initials D.R. Dean took a look at the bathroom door wondering what Sam was doing with this book. The initials weren't Sam's so if he did decide to read it then he wouldn't be snooping on Sam's personal thoughts. Besides the book looked older than Sam anyway. Hell it might even be older than him.

"Donald Rhodes." Dean realized out loud as he ran his finger over the embroidered letters. Just as he was about to open the front cover and have a squiz at what was inside, the coffee machine beeped to say that the coffee was ready.

Dean almost dropped the book as he startled at the sudden noise. He chuckled to himself nervously, embarrassed that a coffee machine of all things had gotten the better of him, "Must be getting old." He muttered to himself, put the book down and poured himself a cup of the steaming hot black brew.

"Did I just hear my big brother admit to feeling his age?" Sam quipped as he walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of track pants.

"You wish kid." Dean laughed, "Coffee?" Sam nodded and took the cup that Dean offered to him. "So when'd you get this?" he asked his little brother.

"Found it in the basement last night." Sam said taking a sip of his drink and sitting on the end of his bed.

"They have a basement? Hmm must have missed it."

"No you found it alright. Took a little trip down the stairs but you found it." Sam smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Dean had no idea what the hell his little brother was talking about but judging from the look in his eyes it was probably something dumb that he had done. 'Trip down the stairs? So I fell down some stairs. Damn.' Well at least that would explain some of his general achy-ness, "So what happened? I remember being locked in that damn room, being cold and then going after you." He frowned at his fuzzy memory.

Sam told Dean what he knew of what had happened. Dean sat on the bench of the motel rooms little kitchenette and listened intently. When Sam was finished Dean picked the old book back up again, "Well maybe we'll find some answers." He said, opened it and began to read.

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