Written by Me. Tumblr: Iron-Frosted-Fiction
Sorry for putting this up so late. It didn't want to upload apparently an dI was unaware that this did not go up. The final chapter will probably be a few days because the other two have not finished writing their parts
A cold breeze blew through the bunker. It seemed to be the coldest night that winter had to offer and all of the occupants of the bunker were curled in their sheets fast asleep. All except one occupant who shivered from the breeze creeping under his door. While the bunker was designed brilliantly to trap or keep out all sorts of things that go bump in the night, the ventilation was lacking. A certain dark haired angel with an antipathy for cold weather happened to have the coldest room in the bunker.
He tried pulling the blankets tighter around him but nothing seemed to be helping. Slowly he let his stocking covered feet touch down to the floor and he crept off of the bed and out of the room. Just down from his room he could see Dean's door slightly ajar. He tightened the blankets around his shoulder and walked quietly to the room. Peeking his head in he could faintly see his hunter sleeping soundly. Not wanting to wake the man Castiel let out a sigh and closed the door gently before turning to the kitchen.
Castiel remembered the warming effects of his favourite chocolatey drink and could really use it in this moment. He pulled the contents from the cupboard as he warmed up the milk. He looked around himself and added an extra scoop of chocolate when he knew there were no prying eyes. He smiled to himself and made his way to the living room where, with a flick of his hand, a fire roared to life. The angel sat as close as he could to the warm flames. He hummed in content as he started to regain feeling in his toes.
Castiel turned when he heard a rustling behind him. He found Dean standing behind him with a small groggy smile. Castiel held the blanket open for Dean and the men sat next to Cas, wrapping his arms around the angel's waist. Cas leaned into Dean's warm body. Dean chuckled and took a sip from Castiel's hot chocolate.
"Cas, you're freezing," Dean speculated.
"It is worse in my bedroom," Castiel grumbled softly.
"Ah, we still haven't gotten around to fixing the heating problem," Dean mentally slapped himself. "How about you stay in my room?" Dean gave a small smile.
Cas' eyes widened as he sipped his coffee. While he enjoyed having his own room he knew how much the older Winchester cherished having that special place for himself even more. To be invited to stay even the night in Dean's sanctuary made Castiel ecstatic. The angel nodded and quickly finished his drink. He let the blanket fall from his shoulders as he set the cup onto the mantle and put the fire out. Dean gave a soft chuckle and wrapped the blanket back around Cas' shoulders and led the angel to his room.
Dean pulled the covers up and patted the spot on the bed next to where he slid onto the bed. Cas crawled under the covers and lay his head on Dean's chest. Dean chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around the angel. He gently kissed the angel's hair and puleld the covers up around them. Castiel sighed happily at the warmth.
"Good night, Cas," Dean whispered.
"Good night, Dean."