Dean pulled Cas out into the snow, laughing. Cas frowned at him. "I do not understand the human obsession with semi-frozen rain." "It's called snow, Cas. And can't you feel it? It's wonderful, and cold, and there are heaps of things you can do with it!" "It is cold, although I cannot see how that renders it 'wonderful'." Cas proclaimed, shivering. "Awww, the angel's cold." Dean said, pulling him into a hug. He let go and exclaimed. "The snow's settled on your wings! You can see them! Or at least the outline of them." Cas looked over his shoulder. "Sam, come see!" Dean called into the motel room. A minute later, Sam emerged, completely wrapped in jumpers, scarves, beanie and one blanket. Dean laughed. "What?" asked Sam defensively, glaring out of the slit around his eyes. "Oh, Sammy." he gasped. "It's cold." Sam replied. Dean gave him a thumbs-up, laughing too hard to talk. "You and-" gasp for air. "Cas should-" another gasp. "Form a club!" He bent over and gasped. He raised one finger. "And get t-shirts!" He laughed hysterically. Sam looked at the angel for help. "Cas!" he exclaimed in a horrified tone. "Oh, yeah." Dean said, catching his breath. "That was actually why I called you out, it wasn't just so you could provide amusement." "Dean, you realise that means you can see his wings. And we're standing outside a motel. In a public area." "Sammy, don't be such a spoilsport." Dean pouted. "It's dark, and in case you hadn't noticed, this motel is not exactly what you'd call populated." Cas, who had stood there, looking cold and vaguely bewildered, for this whole exchange, now chipped in. "Sam is right. There is a chance I could be seen." "You're just saying that because you're cold and want to go inside." "It is relevant no matter why I am saying it." "Ha! You are!" "I refer to my previous statement. And add, 'Bite me'." Dean grinned at him. "Okay, fine, we can go inside." Sam trudged back inside and Dean and Cas followed him.