But Sam was cold from the inside out. And even when he snuggled into Castiel, he didn’t feel warm. He did know that Cas was warm, though. He was warm like a summer day at a county fair in the Midwest. He was warm like bones and clothes on fire, freeing wayward souls. He was warm like the unwavering faith and love of the righteous. Cas was so warm he was almost hot. But Sam couldn’t feel it. If anything, it felt worse to be so close to warmth he knew was there and not be able to get warm.
“Dean, you must find the curse bag.” Castiel sounded stern now, resolute in his order.
“I know!” Old boxes of baking soda, ceramic mugs, stale macaroni elbows, it all soared out of the kitchenette cabinets with swipes of Dean’s arm
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aaahhh i love this! when sam was huddled up against cas and cas just pulled the coat around him! the end part was really sweet with both of them hugging him and he's feeling better but still freezing and awwww i loved this!
THANK you! I just couldn't get the images out of my head until I wrote them down; I'm glad they came out so well. Methinks it will take a while for him to warm up completely, but they've got nothing but time *G* Thanks for the fb!
Thank you! I can't stop looking at your icon, BTW, every time you use it here. This is merely a fact, not a complaint ;-)
I'm glad you liked it. I wasn't worried about the h/c, but I was worried about the emotion. I can do frantic, but Cas & emotions are tricky things to get right. So I'm glad you liked their desperation, even though it was a short fic.
And I completely agree about cuddles. Yep. Let's make that a law. Cuddles for everybody!
this is EVERYTHING I EVER HOPED IT WOULD BE. Cas trying to drive so he can Sam to safety quicker, all the concerned protectiveness, all the cuddles at the end - it was perfect. Thank you for a wonderful fill!
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But Sam was cold from the inside out. And even when he snuggled into Castiel, he didn’t feel warm. He did know that Cas was warm, though. He was warm like a summer day at a county fair in the Midwest. He was warm like bones and clothes on fire, freeing wayward souls. He was warm like the unwavering faith and love of the righteous. Cas was so warm he was almost hot. But Sam couldn’t feel it. If anything, it felt worse to be so close to warmth he knew was there and not be able to get warm.
“Dean, you must find the curse bag.” Castiel sounded stern now, resolute in his order.
“I know!” Old boxes of baking soda, ceramic mugs, stale macaroni elbows, it all soared out of the kitchenette cabinets with swipes of Dean’s arm ( ... )
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The desperation of Cas and Dean had my heart racing. And every fic should end in cuddles, imho. :)
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I'm glad you liked it. I wasn't worried about the h/c, but I was worried about the emotion. I can do frantic, but Cas & emotions are tricky things to get right. So I'm glad you liked their desperation, even though it was a short fic.
And I completely agree about cuddles. Yep. Let's make that a law. Cuddles for everybody!
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