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Headcanon

As all children do when they are sick, Sam would bitch about being too cold. Sometimes they would be blessed with an abundance of blankets, but more often then not, Dean will have piled every quilt in the room atop Sam and the complaints would continue. It’s at these times that he’d crawl into bed with his little brother and wrap his limbs around Sam’s spindly ones. With ninja turtles playing in the background, Sammy would usually fall asleep.

“C’mon Dean; I’m cold.” 
“Knock it off Sammy, I’m not cuddling with you. You’re too old for that shit.”
“But Dean–“
“No buts. Watch ninja turtles.” A few minutes later and Sam starts to cough. “Really? Now with the coughing? Shut up and scoot over.” 
“Thanks, jerk.” 
“Don’t mention it bitch–like at all–ever.”