I wake up shivering for the forth time tonight. Looking at the clock, I see it is only 3:29. A whopping whole 16 minutes since I fell asleep last.

The winter chill somehow manages to creep into every crack, seep into every object and I hate it. I can't get warm, not even under all the blankets Dean gave me.

Being human is difficult.

I burrow deeper in the sheets, getting no warmer. If anything, I just get even colder than I was. I try rubbing my hands together like a saw Sam do once, but it doesn't warm me up.

I start to shiver. It is a rather unpleasant experience, my whole body trembling against my will. Wrapping my arms around my self I sit up. Dean can help me. He will always help me.

I pad down the hallway of the bunker to Deans room and knock gently on his door.

"Dean?" I call softly.

When he doesn't answer I knock again.

"Dean!"

The door swings open, revealing a messy haired, squinty eyes hunter. He is only wearing flannel pj bottoms leaving his chest bare. How? How is he not cold?

"Cas? Do you even know what time it is?"

"Yes. It is currently 3:30. I couldn't sleep-p" I stutter the 'p' because my teeth have chattering.

He rubs his eyes and yawns.

"You couldn't- Are you cold?"

"Y-Yes"

I look up at him and shiver.

"Im s-sorry. It's just so c-c-cold! I used  all the blankets you gave to me b-but they-"

"It's okay. Really Cas, it's fine."

He takes my hand and brings me inside his room. I stand in the middle of the floor as he grabs the sweater from the back of his chair. He drapes it around my shoulders and I push my arms through the arm holes.

The sleeves are slightly too long, so I have to push them up. He does up the zipper for me and lifts the hood, which falls into my eyes.

"Better?" He asks.

"Yes. Thank you."

Before, my arms were bare, I had worn a t-shirt to bed. Now that they're covered I feel a little but better.

He envelops my hands in his and starts to rubs my fingers. I peer up at him from under the hood only to be met by his emerald eyes, watching me. His palms are warm, melting away my chill as he caresses my hands. The pads of his finger tips are strong and calloused against my smooth ones.

A shiver runs down my spine as his gentle touch moves up to my wrist.

"Still cold?"

I nod, even though it wasn't from the cold.

He takes the wool blanket that is folded at the foot of his bed and wraps it around me. The material traps any body heat I might have had and I feel my self slowly returning to a normal temperature. My arms are pinned to my sides and I feel a bit like a penguin.

"You look like a penguin." His voice echoes my thoughts.

"I do n-not!" I protest.

"Yes you do."

"I don't!"

"You do."

"Not."

"Would you rather I say you look like a maggot?"

"No." I mumble.

"I thought so." He grins. "You can be my penguin."

"Yours?"

"It's late. Are you going to go back sleep now?"

"Well... I suppose."

"Good."  He answers as he sweeps me off the ground and places me on his bed.

"Dean!"

He wraps his arms around burrito me and brings the comforter over our heads, trapping us in an intimate bubble of warmth.

"You said you were going to sleep."

He rests his chin on the top of my head. I sigh, content in the heat of Dean's arms. Letting myself give in, I relax into his chest. His scent is everywhere, his jumper, the blankets,  hIS BARE CHEST. My heart jumps when I remember he isn't wearing a shirt.

"Uh, Dean?"

"Yeah." He mumbles into my hair.

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

"Does that bother you?"

I feel him smirking. I don't know what to say so I do my best to shrug. His chest rumbles with laughter.

"I can put a shirt on, if it would make you feel better."

"No!" I say a bit too fast. "I mean no, it's alright."

I try to hide my blush in his chest, which is still bare, which makes me blush even more. He rolls onto his back, dragging me on top of him.

"Oh Cas."

"What?"

"You're just so- never mind. It's nothing. Go to sleep."

"You can't tell me what to do! And I'm not going to be able to sleep now, until you tell me what you were going to say."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because why?" I press.

"Because dammit, Cas! I like you."

"I like you to Dean." I manage to free one of my hands from the blanket and place it against his cheek.

"No, I mean I really like you."

"I know." My fingers trail over his soft lips, which part at the touch. "I love you too."

"What! I didn't say-"

"I know." I say again. "But I think that's what you meant."

My hand cups the back of his neck as I kiss him on the cheek.

"Sweet dreams." I mumble into his chest as I snuggle against him. Dean is left speechless, for once no witty comeback. I smile as I fall asleep, leaving Dean to hold me tight and wonder what just happened.

Apperantly I wrote Cas to have hella rizz.... if only I had that kind of rizz irl