Sam shows God what a snow angel is...
The group had split up today. Dean and Castiel had gone to the local university to as some mythology professor about some Pagan god. This left Samuel and God to get supplies to summon the thing. After a vast amount of research, they'd discovered several different methods that all used the same household items. They just needed the supplies and to know which method was correct.
God didn't ask where they were, but it was snowing there. Little white pieces of cold material fell to the ground from the overcast sky.
A question dug its heels into God's mind.
"Samuel, where does snow come from?"
Sam paused in his stride, attempting to get a better grip on the paper bag wrapped in his arms.
"Um, it forms in the clouds. It's really just frozen water droplets," he explained.
"Yes, but why does it fall from Heaven?"
"Heaven is actually in the sky? I thought it would be on another planet or something."
God looked at him as if her were insane. "Why would Heaven be on another planet, Samuel? It only harbors the souls of those passed from Earth."
Sam blushed. "Oh, um, I don't know," he mumbled, staring down into the paper bag. "I just figured that, since we've been up there and we haven't seen Heaven, that it would be somewhere else."
"No," God shook her head violently. "Heaven is only accessible by two forms of beings: fallen humans and Angels."
"Oh..." Sam blushed, though God did not fully understand why. She had simply explained to him; why should he be ashamed?
Together, the two walked past a park, the dying grass hidden by a white blanket of snow. God's eyes sifted over it, catching on a small group of children. Bells of laughter were carried on the wind. One of them fell backwards, and God watched curiously as the small form's arms and legs shifted and pushed the snow aside.
"Samuel," God mumbled, her eyes glued to the child. "what is that little human doing?"
Sam followed God's gaze, and smiled at the sight.
"I think she's making a snow angel."
God's brow furrowed.
"What is a snow angel?"
Sam grinned, and set the bag on the salted sidewalk they stood on. He reached out and grabbed her hand, tugging her out into the field. He smiled at her once more, and then fell backwards. God's first reaction was to reach out and stop him. Of course, she sensed that he had fallen on purpose, and managed to keep her arm from flying out and holding him up.
Once on the ground, he started moving his arms and legs as the child had done. After several times repeating these motions, he sat and pulled himself back onto his feet. He then looked down at the shape he'd imprinted in the snow.
"That's a snow angel," he said.
Samuel picked up the bag, and started walking once more. God glanced at the shape one last time before following him, leaving behind his snow angel.