Destiel One-Shots

Story Three

A/N: Hello again! This one is short (sorry, I've hit writer's block) but I tried my best for you guys!

The cold wind burst through the open door and Dean walked in, his lips purple and his hair flaked with snow.

"Dean!" Cas was alarmed at the sight of Dean: he was half frozen, and shaking.

Cas wrapped a blanket around Dean's shoulders and guided him over to the fire that he had out just before Dean appeared at the door.

"Dean are you ok?" He asked worriedly.

Dean nodded weakly, but Cas was not at all reassured.

"What happened to you?"

"Impala... froze. Had to.. walk."

Cas went to the little cabin kitchen to make Dean a hot cup of coffee.

"Why didn't you call me?"

Dean didn't answer; talking before had drained him and he couldn't make himself speak.

Cas went back into the den and handed him the warm mug. He sat next to Dean on the floor and stared into the flames. Dean sighed and leaned into Cas, starting to thaw out a little but still needing the support. Cas put his arm over Dean and pulled him closer.

Who would've though that their camping trip would end up in the middle of a blizzard? And with one of them almost freezing to death?

"Cas I..." Dean trailed off as his eyes closed.

Cas smiled at his sleepiness and gave Dean a squeeze to let him know it was ok to fall asleep. Soon Dean's quite snores filled the room, a restful look on his face.

"Goodnight, Dean."

Annnd scene. I know it's really short sorry. Also 5 views. Yay? (Edit: I would be eternally in your gratitude if you would vote for this c:)