Hey guys! So this is just a quick one-shot. I posted it to tumblr and it got a pretty good amount of notes considering I don't have a large following. I hope you like this little destiel cuteness ^.^
Snow Day
"Dean, what is that?" asked Castiel staring out the window of the bunker.
Dean looked up and saw white fluff falling from the sky. "Snow, Cas. You're old, haven't you seen snow before?"
"I've heard of it, but I've never seen or touched it before." Castiel pressed the palm of his hand to the window. "Children like to play out in the snow, right?"
Dean got up from his seat and opened the door to the bunker. "Alright come on." Castiel looked at Dean with confusion. "Kids play in the snow, yes. Come on." Dean took Castiel's hand and led him outside.
Castiel stood in place and looked up at the falling snowflakes. "It's fascinating. Each one is completely different." Castiel smiled. He could see the beautifully crafted patterns in each flake as it fell. He jumped as he felt something cold smack his shoulder. As he turned, he saw Dean laughing. "Dean, what was that for?"
"It's a game, Cas," said Dean still chuckling. He gathered some snow in his hands and began to mold the shape. "You pick up some snow, and you throw it at someone."
Castiel tilted his head and stared. "Why?" He bent down and picked up snow, trying to mimic Dean's actions.
"Just throw-" before Dean could finish his sentence he felt Castiel's snowball collide with his stomach. He coughed. "Nice throw," he said with faded breath. "Ow."
"My apologies," said Castiel in lower tone than usual.
Dean waved him off, "It's all good." He fell down into the snow and lay looking at the sky. He let out a small laugh.
"What?" asked Castiel as he walked over to Dean.
Dean started to laugh more, "Just the idea of an angel making a snow angel." Castiel looked confused again. "You lay in the snow, and spread out your arms and legs and move them up and down. So it makes the wings and the dress. Lay down in the snow."
Castiel lay in the snow with his face buried in white ice. "Is this correct?" he asked, his voice muffled by the snow.
Dean rolled over in laughter. "You've got it, baby."
Yeah don't judge me I wrote that at like 1 am drunk off feels and caffeine. Hope you liked it regardless of it being short. ^^ Thanks! Bye bye~