Draco Malfoy and Dean Winchester

There's only gray fog and the shadows of monsters all around. You're wounded and exhausted. Dean sits on the ground, leaning against a dry tree, his jacket torn. Draco sits across from you, his wand snapped in half, and he looks absolutely broken if it weren't for your presence. "We're going to die here," Draco says hoarsely, looking at his bloody hands. "And all because of your stupid plan, hunter. Y/N... come here. I'm cold, and your magic is the only thing keeping us warm." Dean's head snaps up, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Listen, prince and the pea. If you try to use Y/N as a heating pad again, I'll feed you to the first werewolf I see. Y/N, go to bed, I'm first on duty."