Title: Enough

Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Not my show. No money made.
Summary: Stranded in the car during a snowstorm, Sam keeps Dean warm.
Author’s Notes: This file was titled “AprilMeme2015-36” but I can’t find any record of my posting it. No idea what prompt it was for either (seems like it could be a few).

Enough

Snuggling up together in the backseat of the Impala had sounded a hell of a lot more attractive ten minutes ago. After driving through the snowstorm for an hour, trying to find any road that might lead to an exit with a motel instead of a farmhouse, Dean had reached his breaking point. “Fuck it! We're staying right here,” he declared, pulling over to the side of the road.

“Wouldn't be the first time we spent the night in the car,” Sam said, trying to make it sound like this was a good choice. But already he was worried about Dean. It was pleasant in the car now, the heater churning out wave after wave of comforting warmth. But once they turned the car off, it was just a matter of time before the temperatures plunged below zero, just like it was outside the car. The only way they were going to survive was to sleep together and share their body heat under layers and layers of blankets. “Are you gonna be okay?”

Dean nodded. “Are you gonna keep me warm?”

“I'll try,” Sam promised. “I'll go grab the blankets. You get into the backseat and put on that scarf.

He made a face. “I don't like that scarf. It's scratchy.”

“Put it on, Dean. Don't want your nose getting cold, do you?”

Dean answered by immediately grabbing the scratchy scarf and wrapping it twice around the lower half of his scowling face before throwing the door open and throwing himself out of the car.

Sam loaded his arms up with all the blankets they had in the trunk and hoped they would be enough.

Dean was sniffling by the time Sam climbed into the backseat. Apparently the scarf wasn't working as well as he'd hoped. “Blankets,” Sam declared, laying them on top of Dean. He tucked them around his brother, covering Dean's face up to his eyes. “Can you still breathe?”

After a few seconds of wheezing, Dean shook his head. Damn it. Sam loosened the tuck. That didn't help. Frustrated, Sam tugged the blankets down so Dean could take a breath of the freezing cold air filling the car now that it was off.

That was all it took to set Dean's nose off. “hah-Uhhshooo!”

“Bl--”

“hahh-Ehtshooo!”

“Ble--”

“hahshoo!”

“Bless--”

“hahh-hahhh-Uhchhhh!”

This time, Sam sighed and didn't bother blessing him again. He reached up with his gloved hand and rubbed it at Dean's nose. It didn't just rub the ticklish feeling out of Dean's nose, it warmed Dean's nose a little. Just a little. But enough.