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-Elisa.

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Carrying Sam to the car was anything but easy and by the time Dean had reached the car, lowered Sam down and propped him against the Impala, Dean felt totally drained for energy. He didn't have time to rest however because he needed to get his brother warmed up – and fast! The color of Sam's skin and lips hadn't changed at all and his teeth were chattering violently. Even though Dean had tried to keep Sam talking on the difficult walk to the car, Sam had been more out of it than coherent and Dean was pretty worried about the state Sam was in. He held onto his younger brother while trying to pry open the passenger door of his beloved car which was pretty hard since Sam wasn't able to stand on his own and Dean's injured arm ached.

"Come on Sasquatch." Dean said when he finally managed to open the door. "Let's get you inside."

Dean maneuvered Sam into the car and then closed the door before he hurried to the trunk of the car to pick up a few supplies. When he slid into the car himself and had closed the door behind him, Dean quickly put his keys into the ignition and turned on the car. He reached out and turned the heaters up as far as they could go before he turned his attention towards his brother. Sam still remained in the position Dean had placed him in and he was shaking all over his body. In that moment Sam looked so innocent and vulnerable that Dean realized that behind the supposedly tough façade of his giant of a little brother, Sam would always be the kid he'd taken care of and protected since Dean had been just a kid himself.

"We need to get you out of those wet and cold clothes kiddo." Dean said as he began unzipping Sam's jacket and peeled it off – wincing at the coldness he felt when he touched Sam's skin.

Dean was not happy when he took off his brother's gloves and inspected the state of Sam's fingers. Judging from the red and white patches and the icy temperature of the skin, Sam's fingers were clearly suffering from frostbites and the older Winchester brother could only hope that no permanent damage had been made. He couldn't bear the thought of Sam not being able to use his fingers properly anymore. Dean started rubbing Sam's fingers in a gentle way between his hands to hopefully provide them a little bit warmth before he put the gloves back on Sam's hands and decided he had to get Sam out of the remaining wet clothes.

"N-n-no.." Sam stuttered through chattering teeth and weakly tried to struggle when Dean had made it to his shirt. "T-too c-c-cold.."

"I know Sammy, and that is exactly why I have to get you out of these wet clothes before you freeze to death." Dean said and immediately wrapped a blanket around Sam's shoulders as soon as he'd removed the shirt.

He then took off his brother's boots and socks and Dean bit his lips when he discovered the fact that Sam had also got frostbites on his toes. Dean reached into the backseat and dug a bit around until he'd found a pair of – maybe not clean but definitely dry – socks before he slipped them onto Sam's feet.

"D-don't." Sam groaned when Dean started unbuckling his brother's belt. "P-please."

"Sam, I'm only trying to help you." Dean said and jerked his head back a bit when Sam weakly swung a gloved fist close to his face.

"Sam!" Dean exclaimed as he grabbed Sam's wrists and pressed them against the younger brother's chest. "Stop it!"

"D-Dean?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, who else would I be? The tooth fairy?" Dean sighed but was relieved when Sam stopped struggling.

Sam opened his eyes to slits as if to confirm Dean was truly the one hovering in front of him and he then closed them again, before Dean pulled Sam's pants off and wrapped another blanket around Sam's shaking form.

Dean dabbed away some of the blood on Sam's forehead and gently shushed his brother when Sam let out a small whimper.

"I know kiddo, I know." Dean soothed before he pulled together the edges of the wound and applied some butterfly enclosures to keep the skin in place until he could properly close the wound with stitches.

Dean also peeled out of his own jacket and removed the shed of his shirt he'd wrapped around his arm, before replacing it by some bandages.

"Okay, let's get the hell out of Dodge.." Dean then mumbled and slid back behind the wheel before he sped away from the mountainside.

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When Sam slowly but surely came to, he was still feeling cold. But not just cold – his whole body was aching and his hands and feet hurt. Sam let out a muffled groan as he tried to move and he then opened his eyes to find himself buried under what seemed like at least five blankets. Sam had a hard time focusing though since everything was blurry and he felt disorientated. Where was he exactly? And where was Dean? Sam's head ached and he realized he was kinda sweaty even though he was still shivering. The youngest Winchester brother let his hands meet underneath the blankets in order to rub his thumb across the scar on his left hand, and Sam's breath hitched when he found himself unable to do so. Something was covering both his hands and panic soon rose in Sam's chest. Suddenly the blankets felt too oppressive - Sam felt like he was suffocating and struggled to get free. All of a sudden though, the blankets were removed from his arms and he was heaved to a sitting position while hands held onto his shoulders.

"Hey! Calm down!" Someone ordered and it wasn't until then that Sam realized he'd been screaming. "You're okay, Sammy."

Sam only knew one person who could bark an order and be soothing at the same time. Dean. Sam blinked his eyes a couple of times and the blurry figure in front of him slowly morphed into his big brother.

"I.. I can't.. My hands.. Dean.." Sam said and shook his head from side to side in confusion and despair while shivers continued to run through his body. "So cold.. Dean.. So cold.."

Even though he was baffled, Sam knew he didn't make much sense. However, he'd apparently made enough sense for his brother to understand.

"Shh.. Stone number one, Sammy. Remember?" Dean shushed and Sam gave up on trying rubbing a finger across his scar. "You're running a fever kiddo and you're probably still cold from being trapped in the snow."

Snow? Yeah, Sam did remember something about snow and coldness - and strangely enough also fireworks. He couldn't really connect the dots right now though but at least he knew Dean was here and that his brother was taking care of him. But the coldness – man, the coldness was killing him!

"S-still cold.." Sam said and watched as Dean washed a hand down his worried and tired face.

"Maybe this will work." Dean muttered and Sam felt him release his shoulders before Dean suddenly positioned himself behind the younger brother.

Sam got pulled back until he was propped up against Dean's chest and the blankets were tugged closer around him. Arms were then wrapped around him from behind and finally warmth seemed to find its way into Sam's body.

"Sleep, Sammy." Dean said.

Sam closed his eyes and let out a sigh as he melted back into his brother's embrace and soon drifted off to sleep.

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TBC…..

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-Elisa.