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Dean shivered as he and Castiel sat in the motel room, waiting for Sam to come back from the library. The motel was a piece of crap, practically falling down around them. But it was the only place available.
Castiel watched as Dean huddled on his bed, arms wrapped tightly around himself as he shook. He felt bad for the hunter. Since he was an Angel and didn’t feel cold he had no idea what it felt like. But Dean sure looked miserable.
Castiel stood up and walked over to him, grabbing the freezing hunter and making him stand up.
“Cas what- -”
Suddenly they were no longer standing, but laying down.
Castiel had Dean as close against him as he could, wings wrapped around them both to get him warm.
“Cas what are you- -”
“Shhh… Just relax Dean, I’ll keep you warm.”
Dean shut his mouth as he looked up at Cas, his face pressing right into the Angel’s warm neck.
Cas was right, this was warming him up.
And even though Dean would never admit it, he really enjoyed it.
He started to relax, soon slipping into an easy sleep against Cas’ chest.