A/N I've been very upset with SN (okay, with Kripke). But, however much I try, I can't stop loving those Winchesters!
Dean opened the door to an icy blast. Overnight, a blanket of snow had wrapped itself around the town and the pristine white playground dragged the remnants of his inner child right out of him.
"Sam! Get out here!"
Dean gleefully jumped out and landed, both feet together, destroying the perfectly smooth surface of the snow just outside their room. He'd laid waste to a whole section by the time Sam emerged.
Sam took a snowball in the face before grinning and adopting counter measures.
Today, Barton, Wisconsin, rang to a strange and rare sound.
Winchester men - laughing.