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 sat stiffly on a couch, rubbing his calloused hands to warm them. But confusion washes over him as you asked a question.

’Can we snuggle, for warmth?..’

“The heat of another can warm another” He said analyzed slowly, thinking about the request. “I suppose so” He agreed, his cold jaw jittering slightly.