Fury and blood traced on his face, Sam cuts the ropes suspending Dean's arms over his head.

Bare flesh collapses into Sam's embrace, exposure raising false warmth across icy cheeks.

Leaning Dean's head onto his shoulder, Sam pulls off his hoodie, works chilled stiff arms into sleeves.

"Kuh-shoo, aaww-chewwzts…"muffled sneezes tickle against Sam's neck. Warm stickiness oozes down his skin.

"Dude…" he whispers, smiling and enfolding Dean's dead weight in his arms. "You are so gross." For just a second, he closes his eyes, hugs his big brother close. Dean sneezes directly into Sam's ear. "And you are so sick."