Baby, It’s Cold Outside
And the last gift of the day is written for @avasmommy224. I can only tell you you’re secret santa gifted this to you. Enjoy your gift!
Pairing: Dean x reader
Prompt: gif below
A/N: I had a lot of fun doing these and I hope you had a lot of fun reading my little Christmas drabbles! Merry Christmas everyone!
“Cozy,” you snarked as Dean forced open the wooden door.
“It’s this or dying outside from the cold, sweetheart,” he deadpanned. The older Winchester dropped down his duffel bag and searched for a light switch. You quickly scanned the room, your flashlight revealing the grimy place. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust and the furniture looked like it was barely holding up its own weight.
“The electrics are down,” he sighed. “But we do have a fireplace.”
You scoffed at that. “And no wood.”
“Djeez, misses grumpy pants. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you help me find some wood,” the Winchester replied and stormed off outside.
You rolled your eyes at the little drama queen, but followed him anyway. You circled to house and found a stash of wood. It was not much and most of the wood was wet by all of the snow, but at least you didn’t have to go chop down some tree. You loaded your arms full with wood and carried the logs inside. A couple of trips back and forth supplied you with enough wood to last through the night.
You and Dean were driving through the country when a sudden blizzard came up. The visibility was close to nothing and the Impala protested against the cold, her tires slipping on icy patches. Dean was too worried about baby breaking down he decided it was best to pull over at the nearest motel. When the snow blocked the roads ahead, the hunter had stopped at a tiny cabin, parking his car underneath a little porch, giving baby as much shelter as he could.
“How’s it coming along? My butt’s freezing off,” you remarked as your hunting partner stacked the wood in the fireplace.
“Well, that would be a shame because I sure love that ass,” the Winchester smirked.