25 Days of Ambrollins

Day Twenty-Three - Broken Heater *SMUT*

It was cold. Like, freezing cold. But the nice warm rooms of the hotel room made The Shield boys forget just how bitterly cold it was. They had splurged and each boy had gotten their own one-bed hotel room, but until they turned in for sleep, they all sat in Roman's hanging out. Dean and Roman were relaxed towards the head of the bed while Seth was laying on his side at the foot of the bed. They were laughing at something Dean had done, their faces alight with joy, the clock reading somewhere around one in the morning.

"Man, we should turn in," Roman commented as he noticed the time on the clock, "We got a match tomorrow." Dean and Seth agreed, said goodnight to Roman and then headed out.

"Night, Deano," Seth said as he stood in front of his hotel room door.

"Night, Seth." Dean unlocked his door and made short work of getting ready for bed, switching off his bedside lamp and then quickly falling asleep.

Dean groaned as a knock came at his door. He picked his head up to glance at the clock and saw it ready 3am; it wasn't time to wake up so why the hell was he being woken up? "Dean?" he heard Seth's voice at the other end of the door. Dean sighed and got up, groggily answering the door.

"Seth, it's three in the morning. What is it?" he groaned as the light from the hall flooded his eyes.

"My heater is broken, can I crash in here?" Seth asked softly. Dean said nothing, but instead just stood to the side of the door and motioned for Seth to enter. He walked passed Dean and made his way towards the bed, Dean shortly behind him after he shut the door. They crawled into bed and settled into their spots. It wasn't abnormal for the two men to share a bed, in fact, it was more abnormal for them not to. Dean would be lying if he said he hadn't missed feeling Seth's presence beside him in bed. He actually probably slept better when the man he loved was fast asleep beside him.

Dean was ready to fall back into his deep sleep when he noticed the room was suddenly very quiet. Quieter than usual, too quiet. The heater had shut off. "Hmm, that's weird." he thought. He got up to check it, it was nowhere near as warm in the room as it should be, so the heater kicking off wasn't right.

"What is it?" Seth groggily asked as Dean stood by the heater. He pushed the 'on' button of the heater, but nothing happened. He paused, then pressed it again hoping it was just a fluke.

"Shit," Dean swore under his breath, "Heater isn't turning back on." He looked back towards the bed and then realized there was no light in the room. The illuminated time of the bedside clock was dark and the slim bit of light that came through underneath the hotel room door was no longer there, "I think the power is out," Dean said aloud. He turned back to the window and peeked between the closed curtains, "Ah, well that explains it. There are at least three feet of snow out there."

"Shit, really?" Seth asked as he got up to join Dean at the window, "Holy shit. Looks like everything is out." Dean noticed the signs of the fast food restaurants were also dark.

"Well," Dean said, "Looks like we might not have a match tomorrow," he said. He barked out a soft laugh and then returned to bed. Seth followed shortly behind and laid beside Dean, considerably closer than before. "Looks like you came in here for nothing."

Seth laughed, "Suppose I did." He was silent for a moment, "There's always body heat, though."

Dean looked at Seth, "What, like snuggling up together?" he couldn't believe his ears. Was Seth seriously suggesting they cuddle for warmth?

Seth shrugged, "Yeah, I mean purely to keep warm of course."

Dean was silent for a moment, "Yeah, yeah of course." Seth shifted and moved closer, "Do you- I mean - do you want to be the big spoon or-"