this is based off of me as beth :)

sam's pov

beth and i were staked out behind a bush near a warehouse, waiting to gank a coven of vampires. dean and cas had the other side of the building secured. a biting wind tore through the frigid october night and beth trembled with cold, yet insisted she was fine.

"beth, seriously." i whispered. "take my flannel."

once again, beth stubbornly refused. "i'm fine, sam. a little pneumonia never hurt anyone."

i rolled my eyes and sighed.

"give me your hands. i know you're cold."

beth reluctantly placed her icy hands into mine.

"are you kidding me? your hands feel like blocks of ice!"

beth shrugged, but didn't pull her hands back.

she still shivered, even as i warmed her hands.

i offered her my flannel a second time and she rejected it.

despite beth's protests, i wrapped the shirt around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me.

her shivering ceased and we sat close, still silently waiting.