It’s a surprisingly slow evening, the cold weather aided by a chilly breeze as flurries of snow slowly layer onto the ‘67 Chevy Impala (Dean’s “baby”, as he so loves to call it). You let out a shaky exhale as you attempt to warm up your hands, the heat coming from the car not much of a help.

As Dean is out investigating a nearby bar for a case you’ve taken on (not without his necessary flirting and the giving of numbers of course), you and Sam were to wait in the Impala. Soft music from the radio fills the silence, with Sam switching to another station every so often. Waiting out in this freezing seat makes you a bit impatient, but it’s nice to get a moment of peace for once. As you look over at Sam, he seems to think the same thing too. He notices your gaze and gives you a small smile, but it soon turns into a concerned look as he acknowledges your continuous shivering. “Are you still cold?” He asks in a worried tone, already sliding off his jacket to give to you.