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A chilling air rushed through the bunker as the door was quickly opened then shut. All of the occupants shivered as it brushed goose bumps across their skin. The snow had begun to fall early that morning. It fell heavy, adding onto the layers that had been building up over the days. Sam shook the now melting flakes out of his hair as he set a few bags of groceries onto the table. He could hear his older brother huff as he rounded the corner.

"It is too damn cold," Dean complained.

"Well it is winter," Sam chided.

Dean punched his brother lightly and helped put away the groceries. They chatted idly as they made their way to the kitchen. The sound of drawers and cupboards opening echoed through the halls as they placed the food where it belonged. Dean reached into one of the paper bags and pulled out a can that seemed peculiarly bigger than the others. His brows knit together as he read the label.

"Hot chocolate?" Dean looked over at his brother who shrugged his shoulders.

"Seemed like a good idea since it has been getting colder. Gabe likes it, and you never know, Cas may like it." Sam shrugged.

Dean raised an eyebrow and set the can next to the coffee. He was sure the angel would be fine without such a childish drink. But it didn't hurt to have it. Once finished putting away the groceries the boys headed out the living area where they had set up a television and some couches. Kevin sat at one end of the couch watching some show about wedding dresses. Dean rolled his eyes at the weird interests the prophet had. On the other end of the couch there seemed to be a large blob of fabric and blankets. Dean rounded the couch and inspected the strange thing.

A small chuckle escaped the hunter as he realized that the blob was actually his angel, Castiel. The smaller man had wrapped himself in 3 sweaters, two jackets, and two thick blankets. Apparently the cold had gotten to him and he had not grown a fondness to it. Sam sat in an adjacent chair and chuckled as well. Dean smiled and sighed, giving in to a stupid idea.

"Come on Cas, I have something that will warm you up." Dean held his hand out and Cas unburied himself. He took Dean's hand and let himself be led to the kitchen. He leaned against the counter as Dean pulled down their green and blue mugs and poured milk into them. He popped the mugs into the microwave for a little over a minute then dumped a good scoop of chocolate mix and some sugar into the steaming milk. He mixed them together and handed Cas the blue mug.

"It's hot chocolate. Be careful not to burn your tongue," Dean said as he sipped his drink.

Cas eyed the mixture and gave it a curious sniff. A pleasing sweetness filled his nose and his breath came out in a sigh. He took a sip from the mug happily. The chocolate rolled smoothly over his tongue, creamy, sweet, and warming. Cas could feel his chest warm as he drank more. The feeling reminded him of Dean's smile. It was the same warmth.

A smiled formed across Cas' lips as he looked into the half empty mug. He finally understood why Gabriel had wanted Sam to get the drink so much. The sweet flavour gave a feeling of lightheartedness and the warmth was synonymous to the sunrise. It was truly magical.

"Thank you Dean, I love this," Cas said as he looked up at Dean and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Dean's face coloured a light shade of pink and he gave Cas a kiss back. He sipped his hot chocolate while watching the ex-angel contentedly.