(y/n = your name)

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the bunker in the middle of december, and the heating system is broken.

y/n's POV

i paced through the living room, trying to stay warm.

"perfect time for the heater to explode, on the coldest day of the year…" dean muttered, hunkering down into his leather jacket.

"i think my butt is literally going to freeze off." i complained.

sam walked in, wearing four flannels, an unusual sight even for him.

he saw me shivering, immediately pulled off a flannel, and wrapped it around me.

the huge flannel hung limply from my small frame, but i folded it snugly around me.

"better?" sam remarked.

"better. thanks sammy." i said, standing on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek.