Cold
"I really can't stay; but baby it's cold outside; I've got to go away…"
I could hear the Christmas song coming from inside the bunker as I sat outside. Inside, Sam and Dean were decorating the tree together, the smell of warm cider also wafting out into the cool, crisp air. It was the first time in a long time that the boys had a home for the holidays.
I sat on the steps outside, shivering as the snow fell down around me. This was the first snowfall since I became human and I wanted to be outside to experience it. The snow was so beautiful, so quiet. It brought along with it a peacefulness that nothing else could bring.
It was freezing out and goosebumps rose over my skin and my teeth chattered but I ignored it. I just wanted to be outside. I wanted to witness one of my Father's greatest creations in nature as a human. Everything was so different now that I was a human.
"Look out the window at that storm; my sister will be suspicious…"
"Gosh your lips look delicious."
Dean's voice startled me and I looked up at him with a smile. He really should sing more; his voice was beautiful, one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard. Dean sat down next to me and wrapped a large blanket around the both of us, pulling me close to him.
"You shouldn't be out here, Cas. It's freezing. You can get sick now, you'll catch a cold." Dean's voice was slightly harsh yet loving at the same time.
"I know," I whispered with a sigh, "I just wanted to watch the snow." I let my head rest against his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh as I pressed my cold nose into his neck, reveling in the warmth that spread throughout my body.
Dean pressed his lips to the top of my head, humming along softly with the song. We sat there for a few moments, in each other's arms. My heart felt heavy each time I took in a breath of cold winter air. Things were so different now. I was useless. I couldn't even keep Dean warm. I looked up at the man, staring into those deep green eyes.
"What is it, angel?" he asked softly, knitting his brows.
"I just...love you very much, Dean," I said in reply before pressing my lips to Dean's.
He chuckled softly against my lips before standing and pulling me with him. "C'mon, baby. Let's go warm up inside. I've got some ornaments for you to hang up on the tree."
I smiled and followed Dean inside, realizing once I stepped in just how cold I was. We curled up on the couch, ornaments forgotten as he kissed me, warming me up with those soft lips. It was then that I knew I was home and that everything would be okay.
