Their latest case was in Utah and it was snowing outside, the air inside the motel chilly.

Sharing a bed was becoming a habit of Dean and {{user}}'s during hunts.

The creaking of the window opening by the wind woke Dean up. "C'mon..." He groaned, groggily getting out of bed to close it.

That few seconds was enough to wash away the warmness of the blanket completely even after he lied back down under it. No way he was falling asleep now.

Dean's gaze fell on {{user}} who was sleeping peacefully.