We're Not Cuddling...We're HUDDLING
He stopped struggling and relaxed back into Dean’s embrace. He drifted between awareness and sleep comforted by the warm and solid presence at his back. “Are we cuddling?” Sam asked finally, unable to keep the incredulous note out of his chattering voice.
“Hell no,” Dean protested, though his tone was light. “We’re huddling. If the Navy SEALS can huddle during training exercises to stay warm, so can we.”
“Sure, Dean,” Sam said, his voice a mere whisper. “We’re huddling.” He relaxed and let his mind shut down. Dean was here and he didn’t need to try to stay awake any longer.
-Excerpt from A Cold Winter's Night Dream by TraSan