Hey everyone I hope you enjoy this. It is nice to write something happy and cute for a change. Please feel free to review or if you have any questions: (there is some slight foreshadow linking in with a future story I plan to write and if you haven't read Hunting Dog or What Lies Beneath you won't know much about Cel).

"Kiddo, kiddo! Wake up!" Uncle Gabriel spoke with the enthusiasm that could match if not outdo a child.

He kept jostling me until I opened my dark eyes, grogginess made my thoughts feel like they were floating.

"What is it?" I asked in a slight grumbly tone, not appreciating my winter nap being disturbed.

"Look outside," his eyes sparkled as I rolled sideways off the plush couch.

Landing on the floor, I wrapped the summer morning, sky coloured blanket around me and padded over nonchalantly to the window. What I saw made me gasp with delight.

Snow.

Turning to my uncle, my own eyes now matched his. Grinning from ear to ear I snapped my fingers. My uncle wolf whistled mockingly at my navy blue bundled form; a thick woolly coat to fight of the biting wind and fur (fake of course) trimmed ugg boots to match.

"Shall we?" he extended a hand towards me which I eagerly grabbed.

We begin to run. I giggle as I notice Sam and Dean directly behind us also kitted out against the elements.

Thrusting open the door, I beam at the sight of swirling snowflakes, rejoicing that winter is officially here. The world has been transformed into a gigantic snow globe.

Stepping outside I hold out a gloved hand and smile as a flake rests on it briefly, welcoming me. Suddenly Sam and Dean surge past us. Running and scooping up snow before throwing it upwards.

I had never seen them so carefree. Laughing, Gabe releases my hand so I can go join them.

I don't recall who threw the first snowball but soon war has been declared. Dean manages to catch me in the back, thud. Turning to him I smirk.

"What are you going to do about that short stack?" he grins impishly.

He hasn't called me that for a long time. He must be so happy. Things were looking up. Almost as if the white landscape had cleansed us of our worries and purified our darkened hearts.

Holding out my hands, palm upwards, snow begins to lift and morph into a levitating army of snowballs. Dean's smug look quickly fades. Giggling, I gracefully push them towards him.

Spinning on his heels, Dean attempts to dodge my attack. But ends up slipping and falling flat on his face. I can't help but point and laugh. Dean stands up with a light groan and growls playfully,

"You're so gonna get it, Celeste!"

Squealing I turn to run; it would be unfair to use my wings. Let's just say karma sucks because I too tumble and disappear in a deep patch of soft snow.

Laughter is all around me and I hear heavy boot crunch and crack on the ice. I notice a shadow leaning over me as my snow trench turns dark. I feel a strong pair of hands lift me up from under my arms.

Uh oh.

Dean is grinning as he takes my feet. Craning my neck back I see an upside down Sam, who is now holding my wrists tightly. So I won't fall. They begin to swing me sideways.

"On three Sammy, one, two," Dean winks and I shriek as they toss me a whole number early.

Should have seen that coming. Landing in another patch of snow I laugh. Promptly I stretch out my wings, wave my arms and leg to sweep away the snow to create a real snow angel. Well technically half. I admire my handiwork.

"That's beautiful kiddo," Uncle Gabe praises as he stands next to me.

"You make one" I state and he instantly throws himself down.

Standing up I attempt to brush some snow from his olive, green jacket before it turns to water. I gaze at the shape in awe, his wingspan is huge.

"Your wings are beautiful," I comment sincerely as he squeezes me into a quick hug.

"Thank you kiddo, yours are too," he replies as he drops a kiss on top of my head.

"Not as big as yours though," I frown. Mine feel heavier than normal, I strain to flap them.

"Yours are bigger than the average angel. And this is a no fly zone kiddo. The frost has stuck your feathers together. No lift off until they thaw out. And something tells me you're not quite ready to head back inside yet," Gabe speaks softly and chuckles as I shake my head vigorously.

Across the glistening field I notice my Uncle Cas watching us from a rusted bench. Smiling I awkwardly move towards him as the snow anchors me down. Reaching the bench I slump down beside him with a contented sigh.

"Why were you throwing snow at each other?" Cas asks me with a frown.

"Snowball fights, they are really fun. You should join us!" I grin and clutch his arm.

"I think I'll pass, thank you though," Cas replies in his gravelly tone.

A question darts into my mind.

"Did you ever have snow in heaven Uncle Cas?" He seems to contemplate this for a moment before saying,

"Well I used to see snow in some people's personal heavens when they were reminiscing fond memories. Otherwise I was either inside the army barracks or fighting in a war. My Father created the seasons for humans, not us. And the Garden of Eden is blessed with eternal summer." Finishing his explanation he resumes staring at who knows what.

Perhaps Uncle Gabe, who was tormenting Sam and Dean by disappearing and then reappearing to hit them with a snowball. Or maybe he just sunk back into his thoughts, attempting to make sense of the world.

"I think everyone should be able to experience snow at least once."

Turning to me Cas says,

"I agree"

And for no grander reason than I love him, I throw my arms around him. He hugs me back and I feel him move to look at something.

Sitting up I see Sam with red cheeks that resemble baubles.

"Want a ride?" he asks as I nod eagerly.

Bending down, I stand up on the rickety bench. Uncle Cas holds a hand towards my side. Ready to steady me if I need it. Taking a leap I clamber onto Sam's mountain of a back and hook my hands around his shoulders.

Hoisting me up I giggle at how high I am even though I am not flying.

"Not having a nosebleed up there are you Cel?" Sam jokes as he hoists me up once more.

I laugh, oh how I have missed Sam's humour.

"Let loose the moose!" I cry as Sam huffs and begins to lumber forward.

If he were a horse he would be trotting as we make our way back to Dean and Gabe. On the way Sam keeps kicking his legs up, almost like he is imitating bucking.

"Bad moose," I tease before attempting my descent.

However, a firm hand holds me in place.

"Uncle Cas," I whine (how the hell did he walk over here so fast?). Sam lowers himself and I easily slide off.

"I don't care if you think the snow would have broken your fall safety comes first," he justifies his action before adding, "is there something you would like to say to Sam?"

Catching on I hug Sam's leg and say,

"Thanks for the piggyback ride moose!"

Sam grins and pushes me playfully,

"No problem, back breaker."

Mouth gaping I lunge at him only to end up in Uncle Gabriel's arms. Placing a hand on my forehead he announces,

"I think we should head inside for a while."

Now normally I would pout but I'm in a great mood so I nod. Besides I start to shiver and my teeth sound like bones being used in a witches' gold, spell bowl.