It was about forty minutes before Ji-a came around. First she started shivering again, and about five minutes later her eyelids fluttered open. Dean stuffed the thermometer in her mouth before she had a chance to say anything, pulling her tight into his chest.

"92.5?" Dean looked across the room to Sam - who sat at one of the desks along the far wall and pored over trail maps.

"Hey, look who's awake," Sam said, getting up and moving to crouch in front of them.

"Cold," was all Ji-a managed to say.

"I know," Dean murmured, "I'm sorry. You're okay."

"I'll give you two a minute," Sam said.

"What happened?" Ji-a asked, groggy.

"You shot a crocotta in the ass then blacked out from hypothermia," Dean explained, pulling the blanket tighter around her.

"Where are my clothes?" Ji-a furrowed her brow.

"Drying on the stove," Dean explained, "Can't have you getting hypothermic again when we hike out. I think the rain's stopped now though."

"That's good," Ji-a murmured, resting her head against his chest again.

"Still tired?" Dean asked.

"Very," Ji-a replied.

"We've got to leave in two hours," Dean said, "Rangers come back into the park at 8 and I don't want anyone to see us on trail. So we've got to be out of here by 4."

"Can I sleep until then?" Ji-a asked.

"Drink this," Dean handed her the cup of very bad coffee they'd been keeping warm for her, "And then go for it."

Ji-a plugged her nose and chugged it.

"I hate coffee," she shuddered.

"But you should also be at least a little bit warmer?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Ji-a replied, snuggling into him.

"Thanks for helping me," she murmured.

"Thank you for helping us," Dean replied, "You're the one who identified this thing. Remember?"

"Am I making you soft?" Ji-a asked before she drifted off.

"What kind of a question is that?" Dean tried to deflect.

"Ruby said I was making you go soft," Ji-a repeated, "Is that true?"

"You're making me care about someone besides Sam," Dean replied, "Maybe that's going soft; maybe it isn't. I don't care. You kick ass out there with us. I wouldn't trade this," he hugged her tighter, "For anything."

Ji-a made a quiet, contented little humming noise and pulled the blanket up higher.

"Good girl," Dean murmured, "Now go back to sleep."