E/O Challenge. Word Over. Hypothermic Dean and some protective/caring Sam for Bhoney. Happy birthday!
Word count: 100
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Sam, please…
I shivered against the bitter cold, trying to heat up the snow beneath me. Numb fingers scrambled along ice, struggling to drag my stiff body out of the weather. But it was no use, my core shutting down as the frost took hold. What a fool I'd been to chase a spirit in the dead of winter.
But it wasn't over yet. It couldn't be…
Sammy…
My unspoken plea was answered, and suddenly warmth swept over me, gangly arms wrapping around me tight. I latched on as it melted the ice away.
It was the warmth of brotherhood.
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Okay, not as much Sam as I wanted, but that's the drawback of needing to cram detail within 100 words. Hope it's still acceptable.