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Arriving on an abandoned long, narrow road I take the opportunity to lengthen my strides. Dean clutches the reins tightly as Sam grips his shoulders. The energy is storming through my veins as the road is barely visible due to the thick snow. My tongue is hanging out as I gain more speed. Then I feel a tug to the left, a turning is approaching.
"Slow down Huntress," I can hear Sam's voice being battered by the wind.
Dean too desperately tries to warn me. But I cannot resist taking the corner at a breakneck pace.
I do not see the black ice until I slip.
Before I fall I hear Sam and Dean cry as the sled flips over, violently pulling me down with it. I yelp as it crashes into me. Blood is oozing from my padded paw.
So close to home and yet so far. Not only do I feel guilty but I'm shocked at how our joy and harmless fun quickly turned sour.
Gabriel and Cas cautiously make their way towards us. My fur is damp as I vibrate. Placing a hand on my paw a bright light enveloped it. The bleeding ceases. Gabe grins as I lick his hand. Ruffling my head he unhooks the harness with the tinkling bells.
Whining I head over Sam and Dean clumsily, walking on ice is hard. With sorrowful eyes I notice Dean has a tiny cut above his eye, on the edge of his left eyebrow. He smiles reassuringly at me,
"Don't look so scared Huntress. Bruised ribs ain't nothing compared to the collection of injuries we got between us, right Sammy?" Dean chuckles cheerily as Sam wipes blood from his lower lip.
"Yep," he fondles my ears as I press my head into his chest.
Gently sending me back over to Dean, Castiel heads to Sam, apparently he already took care of Dean.
"Thanks for getting us dry Cas, that water from the ice is invasive," Dean says gruffly as we slowly start to head back to the bunker.
Transforming back into myself. I place a hand on Sam and Dean's back, walking between them. My nose is shiny and I no longer know if I have toes, but there is a fuzzy feeling inside, like a burning log fire.
Outside the bunker Dean and Gabe wink at me. I realise Sam and Cas are ahead of us. Oh no. Scooping down they grab as much slushy snow as they can and begin to run. Dean pulls back Sam's hood and shoves it down his coat, whilst Gabe splatters it on top of Cas' head. I feel a trickle of sympathy but I cannot stop the torrent of laughter that bursts from my lips. What can I say seeing a fallen angel and The Green Giant hopping around trying to dislodge melting snow is hilarious.