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Sam flicked the light switch. "Power's out."

"Guess we should be glad it isn't freezing outside." Sam could barely see Dean in the dim light as he set down his duffel.

"Suppose," Sam agreed even though he didn't feel too grateful. After all their hours spent driving, he just wanted a decent motel room. He never thought he'd consider electricity a luxury.

"It won't be that bad. We just get the grime off and go to sleep anyway."

Sam heard Dean's startled yell as the water started to run. "Shit!"

"Cold water, Dean?" Sam tried to keep the smile out of his voice.

"At least I'm mostly clean," Dean replied when he came out of the bathroom. "That's more than I can say about you."

Sam thought about how filthy he was and cold water didn't seem to unappealling anymore.

Dean just shook his head when the icy water hit Sam and he'd yelled.

Clutching a towel, teeth chattering, Sam made his way back to his duffle to search for clean clothes in the dark.

"Come here, Sam," Dean spoke to him from the direction of the beds.

"I can't find clean boxers," the frustration came through loud and clear.

Dean sighed. "You dried off?"

"Yeah."

"Just get over here. You'll get warm, fall asleep, and won't even miss your clothes. You can look for them in the morning when its light out. "

Sam kept searching, stubborn as he was.

"Sam."

Sam felt his way over to the bed where Dean held back the covers to welcome him in.

"It's not so bad, Sammy," Dean curled up behind him an arm around his abdomen. "Just get some rest."

Sam was lulled to sleep by the sound of Dean's breathing and the warmth of his skin.

It wasn't so bad.