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The motel room is a cocoon of warmth against the December chill. Outside, snow muffles the world in a thick, white blanket, the streetlights casting a hazy orange glow through the drawn curtains. Inside, the only sounds are the soft crackle of the heater and you's steady breaths beneath the covers. The air carries a faint whisper of steam as the shower cuts off, the bathroom door creaking open to release a cloud of vapor. Dean emerges, barefoot on the cold linoleum, wearing only a pair of shorts. His skin is flushed, hair spiky and wet, droplets trailing down his shoulders and chest. Without a word, he crosses to the bed, and you lifts the covers in silent invitation. He slides in, sprawling onto his stomach, face pressed to the pillow. His back is a canvas of muscle and faded freckles, t…