So….absolutely, completely random Oneshot. Just a random idea I wanted to write. Please enjoy and please leave a review. ^_^

Dean gets excited to find the entire yard covered in a blanket of snow. Also…random secrets revealed and Sammy finds out about Dean's 'gift'.

Snow Angel:

Dean grinned as he ran over to the window of Bobby's place. He felt his stomach jump when he noticed the entire ground and trees were covered in a blanket of white. The sky was almost blending into the horizon. He hadn't seen this much snow in years and for once, he had nothing to do today.

He smirked as he almost skipped down the hall. He was in a strangely cheerful mood as he sauntered into the spare room where Sam was passed out, his large figure too big for the bed and feet dangling off the bottom.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted as he jumped onto the bed, causing his brother to groan and pull the pillow over his face.

"Go awaaaay," Sam groaned, pushing the pillow over his head and throwing an elbow back at his annoying older brother.

"Come on, man. It snowed last night," Dean said, climbing off the bed and trying to pull the blanket off of Sam.

Sam held onto the blanket, keeping his body covered. It was freezing and the heat wasn't working "And your point is?"

Dean almost looked appalled "Sammy, let's go build a fort or something…come on," he almost whined as he managed to yank the blankets off to reveal the body of his brother which was covered in dark green sweatpants and a large white t shirt.

"Ugh, what are you, 8 years old?" Sam asked annoyed as he rolled out of bed to sit and touch his feet to the cold hardwood floor. He squinted in the bright room to see Dean standing there with his blanket, a large grin spread across his face.

"Name the last time we had a snowball fight? When have we last gone sledding?" Dean questioned.

Sam thought about it. He didn't remember doing that ever except the one year when their father had been gone on a hunt and they stayed at Bobby's house. Bobby was supposed to be taking them out shooting but instead they spent the day having snowball fights and building snow forts. He shook his head and sighed "Fine. Let me get some coffee first, though."

Dean beamed "Sweet!" he said.

He had no idea why he felt so intrigued to do it. He felt like a child on a snow day as he ran into his room to grab some warmer clothes. He ended up wearing thick black jeans, a long sleeved black Led Zeppelin shirt and his leather jacket. He had managed to find a pair of black leather gloves and slid on his boots before practically running down the stairs.

Bobby and Sam sat at the table in the kitchen, drinking coffee.

"Good morning," Dean said cheerily as he poured himself a mug of black coffee. He sat at the table and arched an eyebrow at Sam's attire. He was wearing blue jeans and a red t shirt "You do remember that snow is cold, right?"

Bobby lifted his eyebrows at Dean "What has you in such a good mood?"

Dean smirked "What? I'm not allowed to get excited for snow?"

Bobby just stared at him and shrugged "No I guess not. It's just odd," he said but inside he was beaming. He liked to see his boys happy.

Sam shook his head with a smile. He had to admit, he was kind of happy to go out just to take his mind off everything. He had left Lydia because the real father had shown up at the door. He was going to leave anyways but that made it easier. Of course he was still hurt over the idea but he was slowly getting over it. It had been almost a month now and he hated to admit it but Gabriel was the reason it was so easy. Well, him along with Bobby and Dean…he felt happy to be with family again. He had no idea how the archangel knew but whenever Sam was really upset, he would just pop in and crack some jokes or do something stupid that always made Sam feel better. Dean and Bobby had yet to know about these visits but he suspected Castiel knew…the way the angel would react after a visit…he knew. Sam was glad he didn't say anything about it.

Sam slid on his boots and jacket and laughed when Dean threw him some gloves. After another couple minutes, they were walking out into the empty area around Bobby's place. There was a hill which Dean was thrilled about. He had made makeshift sleds out of garbage can lids and chunks of car body parts.

Dean was standing at the top of the hill with the unusable hood to a car. It was red and large enough to fit his body on. He grinned over at Sammy, who had a different, black hood.

"Race ya," Dean said, leaning over and placing the hood down.

Sam laughed and shook his head as he positioned himself "Three…two…" before he could finish, Dean was already jumping onto his 'sled'.

Sam quickly jumped onto his and they went sliding down the hill.

Dean kicked hard into the hard snow to gain more speed as he stood on the hood and grinned when Sam was far behind him.

Sam was having a hard time sliding down because his long legs kept falling over the sled. He laughed loudly when Dean's hood caught a rock hidden beneath white. The hood cracked slightly and Dean, who was standing on it, lost balance and barreled forward, face first into the snow.

Dean groaned as he stood up, brushing the cold snow off of his jacket. His face was already becoming numb as he wiped it out of his eyes "Shut up," he snapped at Sam, who was hunched over at the bottom of the hill, laughing and clutching his stomach.

For another hour, they just raced down the hills and built a very reasonable snow fort. It was large and spacious enough to fit even giant Sammy. Dean crawled out of the fort and glanced around the white ground for a reasonably sized untouched part. It wasn't hard to find one and once he did, he walked over to it and let his body fall back.

He grinned as he lay there, lifting his arms and legs up and down to create a snow angel.

"What are you doing?" Castiel's voice suddenly sounded.

Dean smirked and opened his eyes to see the confused blue eyes and head tilt of his angel.

"I'm making a snow angel," Dean said with a laugh. He sat up and carefully stood as to not ruin the mark he made in the snow.

Castiel had his head tilted more as he examined the mark "A snow angel? What is a snow angel?"

Dean laughed as he stared at how glorious Castiel's wings seemed to glimmer brighter and whiter than the snow. He swore they were sparkling and damn he didn't care that he thought it was beautiful.

"It's where you try and make an angel shape in the snow," Dean explained, proud of his snow angel.

"That does not look like an angel," Castiel noted, staring into Dean's emerald eyes.

Dean rolled his eyes "It's not supposed to…because most kinds have never seen an angel," he said.

Castiel just stared at him, his baby blue eyes glowing light the sky in contrast to his glimmering white wings and shock dark hair.

"Just try it," Dean said. He gave his angel a nice shove and Castiel fell onto his back.

"I don't know what to do," Castiel admitted.

Dean grinned "Just move your arms up and down," he said.

Castiel smiled lightly as he did and all that happened was his arms brushed along his wings which were spread across the snow, almost blending except for the fact that purples and light yellows were glowing through them now.

Dean smiled warmly as he stared at his awkward angel on the ground.

"This is very cold," Castiel said as the snow embedded into his feathers, sending chilly waves through him.

Dean chuckled and reached his hand out for Castiel. He lifted him and stared down at the mark. He let out a laugh "Now that is a real snow angel."

Castiel turned and compared his mark to Dean's. Dean's snow angel just looked like a line with triangles where his arms and legs should be. Castiel's looked more intricate and he was surprised so see the shape of his wings perfectly formed into the white snow. The wings were long and arched and almost every feather was pronounced.

"Dean, what are you laughing about?" Sam suddenly asked, crawling out of the fort on his hands and knees. He paused to see Dean and Castiel both staring at a very intricate snow angel on the ground. He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

Castiel tilted his head at Sam "What are you doing in there? Isn't it cold?"

Sam shook his head and chuckled. He froze when he felt something slap across his butt. He gave Castiel and Dean a nod before backing back into the fort.

He gasped and his heart skipped a beat to see Gabriel sitting comfortably in the little fort. He was short enough to not have to lean his head down.

"Nice place you got here," Gabriel said, glancing around "It's only missing one thing."

Sam smiled, despite himself. He just felt nice in the company of the archangel/trickster "Oh yeah, what's that?" he asked, realigning himself to get comfortable and hoping Dean wouldn't intrude.

"Castiel knows I'm here. I'm sure he will keep Dean occupied out there," Gabriel said with a suggestive wiggle of eyebrows.

"Aw gross, come on," Sam groaned, wishing to clear that image from his mind "So you like the new place? I think it's a bit small…but you're small so I guess it would work for you."

Gabriel grinned "Very funny Sasquatch," he said "It's missing an archangel's touch though."

Sam knit his eyebrows and gasped when Gabriel snapped his fingers. Instantly, the entire fort filled with a pile of candies, a few blankets and a flat screen TV.

Sam shook his head "The point of a snow fort is to be able to be outside in nature."

"Why do you have to be bored, hungry and cold to sit in nature?" Gabriel questioned, popping a DumDum into his mouth. He lifted a blanket and motioned for Sam to get close to him.

Sam shook his head "No way," he said and a blush crept onto his cheeks whether he liked it or not. Instead he yanked the blanket away from the archangel.

"Hey…that's not very nice," Gabriel whined mockingly "I'm cold…Oh! I know!"

"No!" Sam shouted but he didn't do it in time. Gabriel snapped his fingers and a large, fiery pit formed in the middle of the fort. Almost instantly, the snow started to melt away.

Gabriel laughed as he roasted a marshmallow on a stick that appeared out of nowhere.

"You're such a jerk," Sam muttered as he climbed out of the melting fort. He paused when he noticed Castiel sitting in the snow and Dean sitting in front of him…he was, like, stroking the air around Castiel, who Sam swore was blushing.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sam questioned, walking over after glancing at the half melted fort.

Dean's head popped up like a deep in headlights and he pulled his hand back "I, uh…nothing."

Sam lifted his eyebrows and crossed his arms "What are you not telling me, Dean…you've been acting so weird around angels…the other day when Balthazar showed up…" he was cut off.

"Balthazar was here?" Castiel suddenly asked, his voice turning lethal with anger.

"Dammit," Dean muttered. Balthazar had shown up to apologize and Dean reacted by yanking on some of his feathers. He admitted it was cruel but Balthazar had it coming.

"…And you like grabbed thin air and Balthazar screamed…like screamed in pain," Sam continued, ignoring jealous Castiel (something he still wasn't entirely used to).

Castiel smiled slightly knowing that Dean had hurt Balthazar…he was just mad he didn't tell him. Dean didn't say a word…he was almost ready to tell Sammy about his little trait of seeing the wings.

"Dean can see and touch angel's wings," Castiel said not flinching when Dean cursed at him.

Sam's eyes widened; he was not expecting that. He glanced at Dean, whose cheeks were turning scarlet. He thought about it for a moment and it seemed to make sense. He was confused, though "How long has this been happening?"

"Since Dean and I were brought back," Castiel answered as though it was the most normal thing in the world…which, to them it kind of was. They all died their fair share and were all continuously brought back. You would swear they were all zombies.

Dean pressed his lips together when he felt feathers trailing up his shirt. He quickly smacked the feathers away, earning a surprised grunt from Cas.

"Where is Gabriel?" Castiel asked and Sam felt his stomach turn.

"W-what are you talking about?" he said, knowing that small stutter was all Dean needed to hear.

"He was in the fort with you," Castiel said, tilting his head.

It was now Sam's turn to flush red and he tore away from the green stare of his brother.

"Where is that son of a…" Dean started, standing up. He hadn't seen that crap archangel since he turned him into a damn dog.

"Hello Fluffy," Gabriel's voice sounded as he appeared from the almost melted snow fort.

"Cas give me your blade," Dean said, glowering at Gabriel, who stood beside Sam with his usual mocking grin. His wings were curling around Sam and Dean wanted nothing more than to tear each and every feather off.

"No," Castiel said, standing up with Dean.

"Just give me the damn thing," Dean hissed, turning to stare at his angel.

Castiel shook his head and shoved his hands into his trench coat pockets. He was giving Dean the 'don't test me' look and Dean just clenched his teeth.

Sam was 150 percent embarrassed and for some reason, he was thinking about the 'deal' Gabriel had mentioned with Dean. He was curious about it and wondered if maybe they had done something in the past. That idea made Sam's stomach turn.

"He just untangled my wings Sammy," Gabriel said with a smile.

"Will you stop reading my thoughts please," Sam said through gritted teeth as he walked over to stand beside Dean and Cas, who were having a staring contest.

"And get your nasty wings away from my brother," Dean added when he watched Gabriel's gold and blue glimmering wings reach after Sam.

Sam darted his eyes to the side of him where Dean was staring and for some reason just reached out. He gasped and pulled his hand back when he felt something tingly on his fingertips.

Gabriel was grinning sheepishly at Sam, who just gently grazed his feathers. Oh how badly he wanted that Winchester's touch. He had only used Dean to get what he wanted but if Sammy could do it…

"So are we making snow angels?" Gabriel asked with a smirk in Castiel's direction.

"Dean seems to believe that 'this'" he pointed to Dean's earlier mark in the snow "Is a snow angel."

"Have you actually seen a real snow angel before?" Gabriel asked nobody in particular.

Castiel thought about that before smiling. Of course they weren't really called snow angels but they served a similar purpose. They would sometimes control the snow if they felt necessary. For instance, if there were no signs of snow and the next day, the entire town is covered, that would be a 'snow angel's' work. They either did it because they were demanded or for entertainment and sometimes even just to relax. They could just fly over a town and their wings would excrete an essence that would make it snow.

Their wings were by far the most glorious ones Castiel had seen. Not in the matter of size (archangels had that one) but in the colors and the shape. They were the brightest, purest white and held vibrant and sparkling colors, like looking at a rainbow reflection in the snow. Their grace is usually whiter than other angels. Castiel smiled widely at that thought.

"He knows what I'm talking about," Gabriel said, pointing to Castiel once Dean and Sam said nothing.

"They are beautiful," Castiel said, his ocean blue eyes twinkling. Dean felt jealous for some reason but decided to push that back.

"I 'dated' a snow angel once," Gabriel said with a smirk as he let his body fall back into the snow "She was very odd…I think she may have been more naïve than our Cassie here."

Dean snorted "That explains why she picked a midget angel like you."

Gabriel just kept his grin as he started forming an angel shape in the snow "Listen Deano…you shouldn't be surprised that I'm one of the most loved angels in existence," he said. He sat up "You know you want me?" there was a wink.

Dean felt anger building inside of him but he took a deep breath to refrain of decking the archangel in the face.

"Castiel wanted me once," Gabriel continued, standing up to stare at the angel he made.

"What?" Dean asked, glancing at his own angel, who was staring at the snow and cheeks reddened. He turned back to Gabriel "Bull."

Gabriel shook his head "Nope. Once Cassie got 'of age,' he had the biggest crush on me," he said, winking a Castiel, who was looking in the opposite direction.

"Aren't you like brothers or something?" Sam asked curiously.

Gabriel shook his head and stood up, staring at his mark in the snow with pride "Not exactly. We aren't brothers like you two. We just refer to each other as brothers and sisters."

Sam nodded and gazed at the beautifully arched shape of Gabriel's wings in the snow. He smiled in awe at it and wished he could see them. He felt jealous in a way that Dean could see them…Sam was the one who always believed in them…he should be the one with the gift.

"I can try and get you the ability if you would like," Gabriel said to Sam.

Sam glared at him "Stay out of my head."

Dean ignored the fact that Sam with getting close with Gabriel. He was heated of course because he hated that feathery bastard but he just decided that as long as his brother was happy, that's all that mattered. If Gabriel happened to be the one…then so be it.

He turned his eyes to Castiel, who was still flushing in embarrassment from the secret Gabriel revealed. Dean couldn't help but smile at how adorable Castiel looked when he was embarrassed. He reached his hand out and cupped his angel's cheek, brushing his thumb in circular motions "I love you so much, Cas." He didn't care if he sounded chick-flicky…he just wanted to say that all day long and he just wanted to hear that gravelly yet soft voice say it back.

Castiel locked his sapphire orbs at Dean and lines formed around his eyes as he smiled widely. He quickly closed the distance between them and curled his wings around Dean as tight as he could without crushing the human. He buried his face into the crook of Dean's neck "I love you too, Dean," he whispered, placing a delicate kiss on his hunter's neck.

Dean stiffened at the range of feelings pumping through his body. The cold from the snow disappeared with the intense warmth of Castiel's wings and he closed his eyes, pressing his face into the silky dark hair. He took a deep breath and absorbed in the scent of his angel…like crisp oceans, spring breeze and fresh laundry. He closed his arms around the angel and entwined his fingers into the feathers which were ranging in colors of purples and blues and tickle-me-pink.

Gabriel rolled his eyes at the public display of affection…Dean was such a little girl on the inside. He snapped his fingers and suddenly a giant snow fort the side of a motel room formed where the old one used to be.

Sam pried his eyes away from his brother and Castiel; he was never going to get used to that. He jumped back slightly at the sight of a snow fort that looked like a medieval castle on the outside. He chuckled and looked at Gabriel, who was walking towards the front, pulling on the intricate handle made of snow to get inside. He followed and smiled once they walked inside.

Everything was made of snow but that included a bed, a few Victorian chairs, a table and even large windows that had fake landscapes in them. He laughed to see a fireplace, also made of snow. What surprised him more was the flames in the fireplace; they were made of snow as well but also radiated a nice warmth.

Gabriel took a seat on one of the Victorian chairs in front of it and Sam followed suit, taking the one beside it.

"This is ridiculous," Sam said though he was enjoying it.

Gabriel snapped his fingers again, forming two mugs of hot chocolate, each with a line of chocolate, whipped cream and lots of marshmallows. He handed one to Sam and sipped his own.

Sam thanked him and then they sat in silence in the small snow castle, staring at the intricate snow-fire.

Sam couldn't control the smile on his lips…Gabriel seriously had a way of making him feel so happy and care-free. He never thought the day would come when he would enjoy the Trickster's company. He did, though and didn't give a damn what anyone thought about that. He didn't even care that Gabriel just heard everything he thought either.

Gabriel smirked at Sam with a slight wink before staring back at the fire.

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So…whatcha think? I had fun writing it. I know we are nowhere near having snow anytime soon but this idea came out of nowhere. Please review.