(I spaced this out more because people were saying it was hard to read, so here you go :D)
(I'm working on 3 more Destiel fics and a Sabriel which should be up in the new year but a person I rp with said that I should do this so….here yah go! :3 ) Dean and Castiel drove down the empty road towards Minnesota. As they drove into a small town and got a hotel dark clouds formed and the air grew colder. The hunter shivered as he made his way to the room, his angel following closely behind, unfazed by the change in weather despite wearing only a trench coat. They walked inside and closed the door as small snowflakes fluttered downwards onto their motel. Dean was immediately at the window, smiling like a child on Christmas day. Cas walked over to the window.
"I don't understand….Why are these ice crystals making you happy?" He asked, his head tilted slightly to one side. Dean turned to face Cas and laughed, surprised by Castiel's question.
"Are you serious, man? It's friggin snow! It's probably almost Christmas too!" He said and turned back to the window, his hot breath making a mark on the window. Cas continued to look dumfounded. Dean rolled his eyes and walked over to one of the beds. He placed his duffle bag down and searched through it, coming up with two pairs of gloves, one pair blue and the other red. Dean handed Cas the red pair and put on the blue. He then found a white scarf and a green scarf. Cas put on the white scarf and Dean admired how cute he looked…..wait…..no, Cas didn't look cute….Girls look cute. Cas just looked…..like Cas. He shook his head before putting on his scarf. Dean took hold of Castiel's hand and walked outside, ignoring the obviously blushing angel. The two walked through a forest and into a clearing in the middle of the woods. No one would bother them here. Dean moved away from Cas, letting go of his angel's hand. Castiel twirled around in the snow, his cheeks becoming rosy. He stuck his tongue out and a snowflake landed on it, dissolving quickly. He gave a small squeak in happiness and Dean laughed, throwing a snowball at Castiel. Cas jumped and looked at Dean. "Dean….why did you attack me?" He asked, his eyes sad. Dean laughed again.
"Cas, it's okay. It's a snowball fight, you throw snowballs back at me now okay?" He said. Cas looked down at the snow, looking slightly embarrassed.
"But Dean….I do not know how to make a snowball…" He said, looking at the snow as if to command it to turn into a snowball. Dean walked over to Cas and picked up a chunk of snow, slowly moulding it into a sphere. Cas mimicked Dean's movements and soon had a perfect sphere, which he quickly threw at Dean. Dean spluttered, the snowball had hit him in the face. He threw another snowball at Castiel and soon the air was filled with snowballs. Dean fell over, exhausted from the fight. Cas fell down next to him and Dean started to make snow angels. Cas looked at Dean curiously and mirrored his movements. The two stood up and admired the figures.
"These are called snow angels, Cas." Dean said looking at Castiel and thought to himself. 'A snow angel, like you….' He smiled at Castiel as the snowflakes came to a halt. He looked at Castiel's thick, black eyelashes with snowflakes attached to them, the brilliant blue of his eyes peaking out beneath them. Dean looked at his angel as he looked up at him with wide, childlike eyes.
"Cas, I…." He said before moving towards Cas and pressing his lips softly against the fallen angel. Their lips moved perfectly together as they shared a sweet, dreamlike kiss. Dean pulled away and Castiel looked at him.
"Dean…..I believe I am in love with you." He said and Dean gave Cas a soft smile.
"That was supposed to be my line…." He said before the two shared another kiss under the dark December sky.
