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"Can’t wait for this case to be over.”
Even the blanket Dean tightly covered himself with did not stop the frost, which broke into the room in the wake of a figure clad in a barely-thin coat. Snow drifted onto the doormat, not planning to turn into a dull puddle any time soon. However, the speckles settled on Castiel's shoulders and hair had different ideas. The unique snowflakes disappeared as if by the touch of a magic wand upon contact with a living creature. Dean was not surprised by that; there was a heat emanating from Cas that was difficult to explain and had nothing to do with temperature.
The thought of wrapping his arms around an invulnerable body warmed Dean from the inside. First with shame, and then immediately with anger. He knew perfectly well that in the current situation, he had no right (or desire if anyone asked him) to such trivial pleasures. And while Castiel would ideally fulfil the role of a living private heater, even an attempt to enjoy physical proximity without first talking for hours would end up worse for Dean than stubbornly freezing in place. He had his dignity.