The weather outside was crisp underneath a blanket of stars— breeze was no help either. The season was a time of sweaters and jackets. There were a couple blankets in the bunker, but they’re a bit flimsy. So, everyone was wrapped in any fabric they could make work.

Dean and Sam went out to get some proper blankets for warmth, while you and the angel stayed. He stood stiffly before the couch, his gaze dropping down. His hands clenched and opened, seeking warmth.

“I heard the heat of another can warm another” He slowly said, a unfamiliar feeling stirring inside him, awkwardness. He didn’t say anything else, hoping you would understand what he was asking for.

To snuggle with you on the couch.