The sandy haired boy tossed another snowball in the general direction of the older man, who chuckled and tossed one of his own.
A mop-headed toddler ran in circles around them, gleefully throwing handfuls of snow, his tiny mittened hands unable to form the snowballs his big brother and Daddy were making.
The smaller boy grabbed his brother's hand, and the bigger boy smiled happily.
The little family was laughing, and having a good time, just happy to be alive.
An angel stood unseen, watching over them, keeping them safe.
He smiled, enjoying their mirth as much as they were.
The parking lot was icy, and treacherous, but Dean insisted it was time to go. There was a light snow falling, and he wanted to get moving before it got any more significant.
Still, neither one was expecting it, Dean was just getting into the car after all.
"Come on Sam, let's go….sonuva….whoa!"
Sam looked across the car's roof, trying to figure out where Dean had gone. He'd been standing there a second before.
A pitiful moan, and a whimpered "ow", and Sam quickly made his way around to the driver's side, where he found Dean, half under the Impala.
Dean happily flopped into a snow bank, and spread his arms and legs, sliding them back and forth across the snow.
"Come on Sammy!" he yelled happily.
Sam rolled his eyes, then chuckled, as Dean opened his mouth to catch the still falling snowflakes.
"What is he doing?" Castiel asked.
"Making a snow angel." Sam looked at the angel's face and burst out laughing at Cas's look of total confusion.
"Humans cannot make angels," he stated petulantly.
Dean reached up and grabbed Cas's hand and yanked him into the snow drift with him.
"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it!"