my_sam_dean (my_sam_dean) wrote in prompt_100, @ 2008-04-05 12:56:00 |
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"Shit!" Dean pounded the steering wheel. "Looks like we're staying here tonight, Sam."
"We're in the middle of a blizzard, Dean."
"Well, the Impala ain't moving and I'm not walking. So, if you have any better ideas, I'd like to hear 'em."
"We'll need the blankets and the winter survival kit," Sam said.
"I know. I put it in the backseat when we stopped last just in case."
"Let's get bundled up before frostbite sets in," Sam climbed over the seat to the back. Dean didn't.
"Dean, we need to bundle up together to conserve body heat. Get back here."
Dean grumbled but listened to Sam.
They sat there, huddled together in the backseat with a cocoon of blankets around them and listened to the wind.
"I'm glad you're here, Sammy. I'd hate to be stuck out here all by myself."
"You just want my body heat, but, yeah, I'm glad it's the both of us here."