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Not About Angels by BoMarlowe
Not About Angels by BoMarlowe





Not About Angels by BoMarlowe Not About Angels by BoMarlowe

“So, you just waltz back in here and put his health at risk like it’s nothing. Showers can be tricky, and I heard that sometimes Cas gets confused and thinks that snow can do the job of a warm shower just as well.”ĭean seemed to be choosing the path of ignorance in favor of good old fashioned righteous indignation. She added, “Maybe you should go back and make sure that he is getting enough warmth in there. “So, you checked him thoroughly, to see if he was frozen.” She couldn’t resist the jab. He was frozen.” Dean’s face was still hard as he glared at her. “What do you know? Had to send him to the shower. He’s an angel, and he’s fine.” She huffed out a frustrated breath. “Did you intend to send Cas home with hypothermia or are you just that inconsiderate?” He stared at her steadily past the shadows, past the three feet of space, and the corner of the bed.

Not About Angels by BoMarlowe

He looked angry, and she considered picking up the knife again, or maybe the gun. Instead it seemed to cast his features in shadows. Its feeble light did little to illuminate Dean in the dark room. She turned on the light that was on the nightstand. She set down the gun, and after another second’s thought the knife was laid down too. “Stop.” She froze in the corner, knife in one hand, gun aimed straight ahead.

Not About Angels by BoMarlowe

She moved with swiftness, tossing the blankets ahead of her. She hadn’t been in the bed long when a new brush of cold air gusted over her. She breathed out a puff of steamy air into the dark and let her mind roll off into dreams. She pulled the blankets up closer to her chin and squirmed about until they managed to be more like a cocoon around her. Staying outside with Cas had been nice, but had made her feel like her bones were made of ice. Vera had managed to scrounge up two more blankets before she had crawled up into the bed. The bedroom was completely dark and bitingly cold. Dean goes to Vera’s place to confront her about her late night with Cas. It takes place in the last chapter of the third book. This is another Camp Chitaqua Games challenge fic.







Not About Angels by BoMarlowe