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Just a little Destiel I wrote. Due to the impending snowstorm where I am, I'd thought I'd post it so we could all enjoy some Destiel while the snow falls outside, and think about what would happen if an angel really tried to make a snow angel. Here ya go, some snowy destiel fluff.
It was snowing, big soft flakes that were starting to amount on Cas' shoulders as he walked alongside Dean.
"I never realized how beautiful the snow is." Castiel commented as he looked upon the white fields that covered the streets in the little town. They were currently on a case, but were taking a break. No new leads were coming up, and Dean was beginning to get frustrated. Castiel had suggested a walk to clear their minds, but Sam had refused and stayed behind. He thought it might be better if Cas and Dean went alone. They didn't get much time together as the three were always on the road.
Dean reached out, entwining his fingers with Cas. "Yeah. I've always liked the snow. It's so pure, you know?"
Castiel nodded and Dean laughed. "Look at you, you're covered in it." He brushed Cas' shoulders so that a flurry of snow fell from them. "You look like a snow angel."
"A snow angel?" Castiel questioned confusedly, and Dean pointed to a playground where several kids were playing.
"See them? They're making snow angels."
"How?"
"I'll show you." Dean grinned wickedly before pushing Castiel hard. The angel wasn't prepared, so he lost his balance, tumbling into a snowdrift. The angel sputtered, sitting up and brushing snow off his face.
"What-?"
Instead of answering, Dean plopped beside him, laying down. "Here, watch." He waved his arms and legs in the snow, then carefully got up. Gesturing to the shape in the snow, he asked, "Do you see?"
Castiel tilted his head, frowning as he studying the shape. Then a smile crossed his face. "Yes. I see. There are the wings, and that is the head."
"Yeah."Dean grinned. "Try it, Cas."
The angel did as he was told, falling into the snow and copying Dean's movements. Dean held out a hand to help Castiel up. They both stood, Dean shivering now as it was very cold out, and studied their angels.
"I think mine is better." Cas commented.
Dean looked at him, smiling. "No, mine is better."
"If you look at your right wing-" Cas started, critiquing Dean's angel, but Dean stopped him.
"No, I meant you." he wrapped his arms around the angel's waist, pulling him close so their lips met. Soft snow swirled around them, coating Cas' shoulders again, but Dean didn't seem to notice. He was too engrossed with Cas' lips to care about the snow on Cas, how cold he was, or if there was anyone watching. He didn't care about anything in that moment, because he had his very own snow angel in his arms.
Please review if you can! If you can't, then I know either you've been sucked into a vortex and transported to a different dimension, abducted by slow-dancing aliens, or have been eaten by zombies.
Thank you. And here's Ollie Williams with the weather. Peace out and watch out for the high fructose corn syrup in foods...the Leviathans are doing a hell of a job injecting it into everything.