Disclaimer: not mine, she sighed.
A/N: Happy Birthday Bhoney – sorry I went more crackfic than full on h/c – hope you like this version of hypothermic!Dean anyway. In a completely unrelated side note – I never post my word count because it's always 100, I feel very out of place for not (yeah, I'm the kid in the neon shirt. Awkward … also not literally, s'too bright, hurts my eyes) but stupid if I do b/c it's ALWAYS 100. Anyway. Tangent over. Enjoy.
Dean stumbled towards him, soaking wet and shivering, through the brick wall where the alley dead-ended. He tripped over a bin lid, falling forward into Sam's waiting arms.
'Dean,' Sam said, urgent, worried 'you're freezing! And – wet? What the hell, man? We need to get you back to the car.'
'No kidding,' mumbled Dean, blinking sluggishly. 'Jesus. Sucked into Diagon Alley...' He snickers deliriously, water dripping off his nose.
'How'd it happen?' Sam asks, perplexed.
'We hunt ghosts,' Dean said, his eyes rolling, 'how's not important. But I think I figured out why people are dying of hypothermia in Nevada...'
A/N: I suppose I better let you know that InSecret also challenged me to use alley – I do pull this from somewhere a little more concrete than the depths of my craziness.