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Standing, Dean shook his legs off and struck out towards the motel. The rooms were warm so they'd all be able to defrost before settling down for the day with a movie to pass the time.

The warmth of Dean's hand drew Oscar closer to it like a magnet. Now that they were off the ground and the fun in the snow had come to an end, he finally noticed his own shivers. His clothing was damp from the snow melting into it, and he could just barely feel the cold water reaching his feet through the layers of cloth wrapped around them. He'd wrapped them well, but it was inevitable.

He rubbed at his cheeks, noticing that they were numb from the cold. His ears were the same, and he bet both were rosy pink. He sniffled and shuddered, but he was still smiling. "That was a lotta fun," he said, beaming at Sam. "Humans are always staying in the motel and talking about how they're gonna go play in the snow and ski and stuff but I never realized how nice it is. I-if you can stay warm after, anyway."

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "That would be no fun if you couldn't go warm up." He gave a shiver of his own now that the excitement had worn off from playing outside. "It's better to go back in and have something warm to drink, and find some blankets to hide under to warm up."

He sidled up next to Oscar so he could feel the warmth that radiated from Dean's hand, even after all the time spent outside. Sam cupped his hands against his mouth, breathing on them to warm them up. He couldn't wait to get inside. Even if they just drank hot water, at least they'd be toasty.

It took Dean less time to get back to the room than it had to walk out originally, and the walled hand dropped away from where Sam and Oscar were sitting so the teenager could try and fumble out the key and open the door one-handed. While they waited in their place tucked into his jacket, Sam and Oscar huddled together for warmth. Dean had been keeping the breeze away from them.

The door swung open very quickly, and a blast of warm air hit from the room with the tacky knight decorations in it. Dean put the chain on the lock, and made his way over to the table. He carefully held out his hand so they'd be able to get out, his intent green eyes checking both children over to make sure the second trip had gone as smooth as the first. "So how's the tiny adventurers doing?" he asked lightly.

Now that they were back in the warm air and Oscar could feel how relieving it was, he took stock of the chill that had snuck into his bones while he was out having fun. He unfolded himself from his huddle on Dean's hand, moving slowly and a bit stiffly. He ended up scooting off the edge and onto the table instead of standing.

"Cold!" he replied with a shaky grin as the shudders made his whole body tremble. He picked at the cloth wrapped around his hands, clumsily pinching the end so he could undo the wrapping and free his hands at last. He stuck his tongue out slightly for concentration.

When his hands were exposed again, he flexed them carefully. His fingers were stiff and pink from the chill, but the warm air was helping him regain feeling in them. "My gloves got wet."

Dean peered down at the tiny wrappings as Sam pulled off his own. "They'll dry off in no time," he said to the little kid. "Try and get out of anything that's wet. You don't want to get a cold." Their tiny fingers were so small, he almost couldn't see them, but he knew they were just like his, and he needed to make sure they didn't get too cold.

Leaving them to get out of their wet clothes, Dean went over to the kitchenette and started up some hot water. He snagged a hand towel from the bathroom, one that had escaped use so far during their stay at the motel.

Sam had his boots and wet socks off by the time Dean got back to the table. The hand towel was placed next to them, and Dean went to get his own wet clothing off. "Didja want me to grab you anything?" he called over his shoulder to Sam.

Glancing up, Sam thought hard about that. "Can you get my bag of clothes?" he asked. He grinned at Oscar. "You could borrow one of my sweaters!" he offered.

Oscar paused in tugging away his extra shoes, staring at Sam in surprise. Generosity like that kept surprising him, though he really thought he should be more prepared for it. Sam and Dean had been nice to him from the start, from letting him play with them in their room to sending him home with his bag full of food.

"That'd be really nice," he answered, picking at his damp sleeves. The thin fabric was absolutely frigid, and even with the heat on it did nothing to help Oscar retain his body heat. He was glad he'd worn an extra pair of pants. The inner layer was still damp but not soaked. He finished pulling of his shoes and socks and immediately shifted so his feet were underneath him. They were like ice.

"I bet it'd be real comfy. I never made a sweater before, but I should try. It'd really help in the walls," he mused, settling down for a moment with a quiet sigh. All the shivering was hard work.

"Until then you can use this one," Sam chatted gamely as Dean dropped the tiny bag of belongings off and left to get into his own dry clothes. Sam dug into the collection of items they'd found in the dollhouse section of a toy store. He found a grey sweater that was as nondescript as the clothes came, and tossed it over to Oscar. " 'Sides, I have plenty of extras."

Sam shucked off his own shirt and replaced it with a bright green sweater. Unlike the grey one he'd tossed at Oscar, it was brighter and easier to spot, making it useless if he needed to sneak around.

Should see if Dean can find some black ones, Sam mused to himself. If he was going to put the new skills Oscar had taught him to use, he'd need to be hard to spot.

Oscar turned the sweater over in his hands curiously, feeling the fabric between his fingers and even brushing it on his cheek once. The cloth was soft, but stiff and a lot thicker than anything he had. Oscar had never seen doll clothes this close before, and he was fascinated.

He left the sweater in his lap while he tugged his shirt over his head and peeled away the damp sleeves. For a moment, his chest was bare to the room, revealing the stark shape of his ribs under his skin. Even with all the extra food he'd been given, there was a long year of having very little to eat to make up for.

Soon, he was covered again, pulling the sweater over his head and having trouble with the sleeves and the neck opening for a moment. There was a lot of material in the sweater, one made for someone a little bigger than him. By the time Oscar's head emerged and his arms reached as far down the sleeves as he could reach, his hair was wild and staticky. His hands didn't make it to the cuffs. Even so, he smiled. "It's really really warm! Thanks, Sam!"

Sam had his own sweater on by then, grinning toothily back. "Anytime!" he declared. The sleeves on his bright green one were only a little too long, unlike Oscar who was almost swimming in the shirt. Sam hitched up the sleeves.

Dean wandered back over to the kitchenette with dry clothes of his own on, and took the boiling water he'd prepared. He wasn't interested in any of the packets of tea that were left with the coffee in the room, but there was a packet that would be perfect for the three kids after playing in the snow.

Hot chocolate.

Smiling as he ripped it open, Dean sniffed the bag. Perfect. Before he poured it into the cup, he spotted little white marshmallows in the bag and paused to dig two out. Then he mixed the chocolate powder into the cup, a warm steam rising from it.

Dean came back over to the table with the hot chocolate in one hand and the tiny marshmallows pinched in his other. He sat down, putting the warm cup a few inches away from the kids in their oversized sweaters. "This should warm us up," he said with a yawn. He'd been up early that morning to see if their school was cancelled.

Oscar's eyelids fluttered closed for a second or two as the warm smell of chocolate permeated the air. Before Sam and Dean came along and gave him a Hershey Kiss his first meeting with them, he'd never known what chocolate smelled or tasted like. He'd never managed to find any, and nor had his mom before she disappeared. Now, it was one of his favorites.

The warmth radiating off the mug also caught his attention. It was even warmer than Dean's hand had been, and Oscar felt an appreciative shudder race down his spine as the cold fled his body. He found himself scooting closer to the mug and holding his sleeve-covered hands up towards it to warm them faster.

"It's really hot, I don't think I could even touch the cup," he assessed with a giggle. He found himself wondering if it was even too warm for Dean to touch it without the handle. Any one of them could get burned.

"It'll cool fast," Dean said. He leaned back and snagged his jacket. The two tiny cloth bags were still inside, and he imagined the kids would need their supplies to get a cup their size to drink out of.

The jacket was left on the floor in a heap and Dean placed the two bags next to the kids. There was a bottlecap nearby from other days, and he dipped that in the steaming hot drink.

Dean put that on the table, then left the two mini marshmallows next to it. "And one for each," he announced as he backed away from the snacks to give them space.

Oscar had to pull the sleeves of his borrowed sweater almost halfway up their length to free his hands from them. They might be a bit long even for Sam, considering the way Oscar felt like he was wearing a blanket. He could probably tuck his legs up into the sweater for extra warmth, and he would have considered it if the hot chocolate didn't have his attention.

"Those look good, too," he commented while he dragged his bag to himself to dig through it for a foil cup. He reshaped it after finding it slightly squished, and soon he was ready to try the hot chocolate. The smell alone was making his mouth water.

Oscar carefully scooped out some hot chocolate for himself into his cup, nearly fumbling it when the heat surprised him. He set the cup down and let his sleeve fall over his hand again before picking it up, insulated from burning himself. He liked it already and he hadn't even taken a sip. He could feel his fingers again. While he waited, he picked up one of the marshmallows Dean had left for them and nibbled on it rather than filling half his cup with it.

Sam filled up his own cup, only he dropped his marshmallow in it and watched as it started to melt in the warm drink. He copied Oscar's move with the sleeves to keep his hands from the hot sides, and blew on the top. "I love snow days," he said, almost to himself as he watched the steam rise.

"Fingers crossed for a snow day tomorrow," Dean murmured in reply. He reached forward and touched at the side of his cup. It was still too hot to drink, but he looped his fingers through the handle to get some warmth back.

The three friends shared their warm hot chocolate as the snow continued to pile up outside, hoping for another day of fun to follow.

A/N

Hot chocolate is a great way to wrap up a snow day, now that everyone is warm and cozy back in the room. Time to enjoy the rest of the day.

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Story wraps up March 30th, prepare yourselves.