SNOW ANGEL
Chapter 2
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Even the Winchesters weren't immune to the mysterious charm of snow, as evidenced by the fact that they were currently cavorting around in the sparkling white drifts outside the bunker, and whooping with ruddy-faced, wet-nosed delight as they hurled snowballs at each other.
"Hey Cas," Dean yelled, suddenly; "watch this, I'm gonna make a snow angel."
Castiel reflected as he watched Dean tumble backwards into the snow, sweeping arms and legs forming a familiar angel outline; this was something else he just didn't understand.
Surely Dean had known him long enough now to know that he'd never worn a dress.
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