Buffy looked up at him as he pulled her close. She relaxed against him, nodding, "I think I'd much prefer keeping warm. I mean, I haven't been sick in years, but I don't really want to chance it. And angry Giles is scary Giles," she laughed lightly.
Her arms snaked underneath his jacket and around his torso as they contemplated their plan of action for crashing somewhere for the night. "As much as I'd love to just drive to the other end of the country, you're probably right," she said, "Staying somewhere nearby is a better plan. With my luck, some horrible apocalypse is going to pop up and I'll be needed or something," she sighed.
Her head lay against his chest. She felt her breath catch for a moment as she realized she could feel his heart beating. It was such a strange sensation to her, but it reminded her why he was so warm. Even though Dean was so obviously involved in her crazy world, he didn't feel like he was, which made her feel all the more like a normal girl.
She closed her eyes, smiling to herself, "That sounds like a plan to me. Even though I could probably just stay like this forever," she said softly.