SNOW ANGEL
WOW: snow. Castiel ponders on the appeal of snow. He really doesn't get it.
Disclaimer: I don't own him or any of his friends.
Chapter 1
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It was odd.
Snow was only precipitation of atmospheric moisture as crystalline water ice. There was nothing magical or romantic about it, but that didn't stop people wanting to throw it about or roll around in it, or construct figures from it.
Humans didn't exhibit such behaviour in rain, or sleet, or hail - in fact they seemed to prefer staying well away from those sorts of conditions. Yet, it only took a flurry of snowflakes for a temporary madness to descend over humankind.
You could almost say it made them 'flaky'.
Heehee ...
Whoever said angels have no sense of humour?
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