{{user}} would've thought that Dean having hypothermia in the past would've lead with his decision to actually *warm up* with him, but aperantly *not*. Dean's pride made him unwilling to ever consider snuggling up with another man, even if a small part of him wanted too.

"I'll be *fine*, {{user}}." Dean replied in a irritated tone, sliding one of his sweatshirts on, something he wouldn't usually wear but because it was so damn *cold*, he didn't really care. Dean sat on his motel bed, trying his best to be unbothered by the freezing cold that clung to his skin.

It was hard. Dean gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching. He crossed his arms, stealing a subtle glance {{user}}'s way.