Disclaimer: If these guys were mine, there'd be WAY more chick-flicks in the show...

A/N: Once again, greetings from up north. As per promised, I have made a story of the stupid thing I did last night. I, unheeding all childhood warnings, went outside without a jacket on last night. I walked in total about 4 miles in weather that was -18C (about -0.5F), and about -23C (about -9.5F) with windchill. I was an idiot! Never before have I felt that cold, or that type of pain. I tried to write it in the story (haha, and even had Sam have the same temprature as I did), so I had a fun time laughing at myself as I wrote this. Feel bad for Sam... it's over 24 hours later from when I did this, and I'm still struggling to keep my temprature above 98F, and am SO cold. Haha... I give you all permission to laugh at me, and enjoy the story!

Title: Cold
Genre: Is stupidity a genre? haha
Summary: Sam under-estimates the cold weather and thinks that he can make a small journey with no problems. What were you thinking Sam!?

Cold

Sam was sure Dean was in the Impala. Reclined in the seat slightly as he listened to some stupid tape at full blast in front of the heaters. The heaters. Sam scowled some more as he buckled his head against the wind and wrapped his arms tightly around his torso. Realizing he needed to keep his blood circulating, Sam uncrossed his arms and moved them limply along his sides.

"Dean," Sam breathed deeply, his breath coming out in puffs, "I swear to God I will let you listen to any music you want if you just find me…"

There was no chance of that, Sam knew. The brothers had split up the day before, and agreed to meet at a rest stop just off the highway. Dean had initially offered to Sam to meet him somewhere in the small town but Sam had refused, stating that he might hitch his way to the next down over, so he had no idea where he'd be. Insisting that he could get a rid, or 'borrow' a car, Sam agreed to meet at the arranged place.

"Stupid idea," Sam muttered.

The rest stop was a fifteen minute drive from town, and Sam made it a full ten minutes in his chosen stolen car before it broke down. None of this would have been so bad, Sam realized, if it weren't for the fact that a sudden winter wind blew in temperatures well bellow freezing. Snow had began to fall from the darkening sky, and all Sam had keeping him warm was a hoodie and jeans. The young hunter had thought that the walk to the rest stop wouldn't be that bad in his badly dressed condition; that he'd be able to make it without much difficultly. Hell, both him and Dad had faced much worse.

Sam didn't realize how stupid of an idea that was.

"So cold," Sam pulled his hood tightly over his ears, feeling as if pins were prickling at every inch of exposed skin.

The road was nearly deserted, and any car that did pass by refused to pick up the youngest Winchester. It was only going to be a half hour walk at most, but already Sam could feel his cheeks burning with the cold. As time went on, the simply cold feeling started to turn painful.

"God…" Sam squeezed his eyes shut in pain as he continued his trek, "It hurts so bad."

Sam had vivid memories from when he was a kid and would play outside in the snow with Dean. So many times he'd feel cold, and just want to go inside, but nothing compared with this. This actually hurt. Just as the sign for the rest stop came into view, the pain began to subside. An odd feeling of numbness washed through Sam's body which he knew wasn't a good sign.

"Almost there," Sam stuttered out spotting the black car sitting under a tall light, "God Dean you better have that thing running…"

Wanting to run the rest of the way, but not having the energy, Sam picked up his pace to the Impala. Finally he'd made it! With a sigh of relief he got into the warm car.

"What took you so long?" Dean questioned as he turned down the music.

No answer came in question, and Dean looked over to see Sam leaning over in his seat with his arms wrapped close to his chest. Sam didn't even notice his brother's worried glance as he tried to get as close to the heater as possible.

"Jesus Sammy, what the hell happened?!" Dean cried out placing a tentative hand on Sam's arm.

"W-Walked," Sam spoke quietly.

"What?" Dean's eyes widened, "Why the hell did you walk? You said you'd be ok getting here!"

"It broke down," Sam wished dearly his brother would stop yelling, "Dean, I'm cold… heat please."

Greater realization of the situation clicked into Dean as he cranked up the heat as high as it would go and shrugged out of his jacket. Carefully he attempted to get Sam to uncoil himself.

"Where the hell is your jacket?" Dean asked in an accusatory voice.

"L-Left it in the car," Sam stuttered as Dean wrapped his jacket around the front of his brother.

"And your phone?" Dean reached into the backseat for a bag.

A smile touched Sam's blue lips as he looked at Dean, "In my jacket."

Dean bit back several cuss words which he wanted to throw at Sam, but saved them as he pulled out the medical kit. Curiously Sam watched through hazed eyes as Dean took out the thermometer and stuck it in his ear. All Sam wanted to do was go to a hotel, take a hot shower and curl up in bed, but waited impatiently as Dean went through his big brother routine.

"Damn it Sam…" Dean spoke quietly.

"What?" Sam attempted to get even closer to the heater.

Dean ran a hand across his face, "Dude, it's 95.1..."

Sam forced another smile, "I said I was cold."

"That's not cold, that's hypothermia Sam!" Dean shot out eyeing his brother's still blue lips.

"Lets just go," Sam pulled Dean's jacket tighter around him, "I just want to lay down."

"I don't know Sam," Dean kept a critical eye on his shivering brother, "Maybe we should go to the doctors…"

"Dean no," Sam shook his head, "I'm alright. I'll have a shower and, I don't know… drink a lot of hot coffee. Please can we just go. It's freezing in here."

Silently Dean pulled the car in gear, worry coursing through his body at his brother's words. The last thing it was, was cold in the car. Beads of sweat were forming on Dean's brow from the added heat in the car, but he left it on anyways as he sped off to the nearest hotel.

"Hey Sammy stay awake until you get that temperature up," Dean spoke a few minutes later.

"'M 'wake," Sam's muffled voice came from inside his sweater and Dean's jacket.

"If you go to sleep, I'm gonna shove this thermometer in other places," Dean playfully threatened.

"You shove that thermometer anywhere but my ear, and I'm shoving it in your mouth," Sam shot back momentarily uncovering his mouth for easier talking.

Dean smiled at the playful bantering and pressed a little harder on the accelerator. Ten minutes later they were checked into a small hotel and Dean had parked the car as close to the door as possible. He glanced over at Sam; the only sign of him being awake being the open eyes peeking out from the jacket.

"Ready to get up?" Dean questioned.

"'S cold ou'side?" Sam questioned.

"Naw, it's summer," Dean responded getting out of the car and going to Sam's side, "Come on Sammy, gotta get warmed up."

Reluctantly Sam dropped the jacket from his body and handed it back to Dean. Moving as quickly as his body would let him, Sam followed Dean into the small room.

"Go take a shower," Dean instructed, "I can bring in the bags. Just don't make it too hot."

Dean recalled past medical knowledge that if the body warmed up too quickly it could cause problems. Though the elder brother was fairly certain that Sam had warmed up a fair amount in the car, he still didn't want to take any chances. Sam didn't argue any of the advice, instead grabbed a bag which Dean had dropped on the ground and moved swiftly to the bathroom.

Five minutes later Dean lay tiredly on his chosen bed as he listened to the shower running in the bathroom. He didn't want to admit to Sam how worried and freaked out he'd been when he first saw his condition, but instead let the tension slowly ease out of him as Sam took his shower. It was nearly fifteen minutes later that Sam came out from the steam filled bathroom in nothing but his boxers.

"Nice dude," Dean's eyes widened, "You fricken get hypothermia and then decide to do a polar bear dip or something?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "The rest of my clothes are in the other bag."

Dean looked critically at his brother's muscular body. Most of his arms, legs and face were a deep red color that Dean knew wasn't from the warmth of the shower. The brother's were no stranger to cold weather, and had each got windburn before, but it was the thought of something worse that worried the big brother now.

"Any of it frostbite?" Dean asked as Sam sat on the edge of the bed to fish out clean, warm clothes.

"A bit on my hand, I think," Sam responded grabbing out a pair of sweatpants and slipping them on over his boxers.

"Lets see," Dean got up.

Sam sighed and shoved his left hand out to his brother, "It's nothing Dean. It'll be fine."

Dean took hold of the hand and looked at his brother's pointer finger. It was still a deep read with white speckling in some spots, and had a waxy look and feel to it. Dean knew it wasn't too serious, but made a mental note to check on it the next morning anyways.

"Alright Dad?" Sam smirked.

"Get a shirt on," Dean smiled and went to grab himself a drink.

Starting to once again feel cold, Sam pulled on a long sleeved shirt and sat on his bed, trying to decide if he wanted to grab some food or just go straight to sleep. Dean interrupted his thoughts as he once against stuck the thermometer in his ear.

"Dude, don't you have someone else you can bug?" Sam questioned.

"Not in particular," Dean pulled the thermometer out, "97.4-- much better. Do you want another blanket tonight?"

"No, I'm good," Sam pulled the blanket he did have back and curled up underneath it.

"Do you--" Dean began, but was cut off.

"Shut up Dean."

Dean smiled and settled into his own bed; flicking on the tv, "You know you were an idiot today Sam. You should have stayed with the car."

"This was way more fun," Sam's sarcastic voice came muffled from under the blanket.

"Whatever dude," Dean laughed, "But if you try that again, I'm not only going to shove the thermometer somewhere else, I'm going to leave it there."

Dean smiled in satisfaction at Sam's lack of an answer and began to flip around through the channels. A burst of laughter came out of the older brother's mouth as he settled on watching the only clear show that he could pick up.

Frosty the Snowman.

The End.