Shiver

Word: Over.

Word Count: 100.

Disclaimer: They're not mine. Not even a bit. But I did write this story.

Happy Birthday bhoney!!! Have some chilly Dean.

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Dean braces, kicks the door handle.

"Shit."

He rummages through the small space, throws frozen food to the floor, rips metal shelving apart. Jacks the thickest piece underneath the handle and pulls the makeshift lever. The handle breaks off under the force.

He rubs his biceps, stomps his feet, blows on his numb fingers.

Watches the door swing open and huge hands pull him in.

"'B-b-b-bout t-time.

Feels the warmth of Sam's hoodie. The heat's full blast in the car, and there's thick socks and heavy blankets pressing him down into a warm bed while Sam makes hot soup.