Sam stepped forward, his eyes locked on the Angel. "Can I touch its wings?" Sam asked walking past Dean and closer to the Sand made thing.
"As always Sammy." Dean smiled and reached out his hand once more, knowing the thing would listen to his thoughts. He easily commanded it to kneel and to spread its wings that stretched almost to 4 foot each side. Sam reached out, placing his hand on the base of the wings and shivered.
Holding his hand out to Dean, snow could be seen clinging to Sam's fingertips. "You did it!" He looked up from the snowflakes to his older brother. The triumph Dean had been feeling showing clearly through Sam's smile, until it faltered slightly.
"What Sammy?" Dean asked feeling worry fill his stomach. Snow burst from the Snow Angels wings up towards the roof. Some of the flakes fell back towards the floor others began to form small clouds.
"Your hair is changing. It's never happened with the others." Sam explained as he slipped and slid over to Dean, snow starting to fall to the floor from the clouds now.
"How does it look different?" Dean asked reaching up towards his short dirty blond hair.
"It's white." Sam giggled
Worry leaving his stomach Dean couldn't help but laugh, "like old man white?" He asked sliding his fingers through it.
"Kinda," Sam admitted cocking his head to the side, obviously trying to think of the right words to say, "But I like it. It fits you."
"Come here you Sap." Dean pulled Sam into a hug.
"EWWWW Dean!" Sam exclaimed pushing against Dean's chest, "Hugs are for girls."
"Dude let me have my girl moment. Your usually the one all for it." Dean replied pulling Sam closer.
"Jerk." Sam responded but hugged Dean none the less.
"Bitch," letting Sam go Dean looked around the room a soft smile on his lips, "ok skating?"
"I don't care," Sam stooped down picking up a handful of slush, "I just want real snow." Dean couldn't help but smile as he turned his attention back to the Snow Angel.
Reaching his arm out towards the statue, he told it to mimic his movements. Hunching his shoulders, Dean herd Sam gasp with delight as the wings stretched out further. More pure white snow shout out from it towards the sky.
"This is amazing!" Sam exclaimed reaching his arms up to catch some of the falling snow. Raising his foot, the Angel only a second behind Dean, they stomped on the floor. Ice spread like wild fire from where the Angels foot was planted on the floor.
"More snow." Sam pleaded giggling like a candy addict in a candy shop as he slid around trying in vain to stay upright, every few feet he would land with a hard thump onto the ice. With a soft smile, Dean obliged, piles of snow began to form on the ice covered ground. After almost all the floor was covered in piles of snow taller than both boys, Dean closed his eyes. The Sand Snow Angel fell in a heap to the floor. Sam was still giggling as he slid easily across the ice towards Dean.
"Thank you." Sam sighed happily, plopping down into the snow.
Dean threw himself down into the fluff by Sam smiling proudly, "Anytime Sammy."
"Dean?" Sam asked after a few minutes of enjoyable silence.
"Yea?" Dean asked staring at the ceiling and the clouds that still had snow slowly drifting down on them.
Sam was staring dreamily up as he asked, "Can your Angels fly?"
"I don't know. I've never tried to make them fly before." Dean admitted turning on his side so he was looking at his little brother.
"If they can fly…can I fly with them?" Sam's voice was hopeful as he struggled to sit up.
Dean smiled, "If they can fly, I'll have one carry you." With the flick of his wrist and another huge shot of adrenaline, Dean recreated the Snow Angel. Closing his eyes so he could concentrate better, Dean herd Sam gasp. "Is it working?"
"Its beautiful Dean." Sam replied his voice in awe.
Dean opened his eyes and couldn't help but smile. The Angel was hovering between the floor and roof, the sand wings covered in white snow that was shaped like feathers, as they flapped to keep itself in the air. Motioning to the Angel, it followed Dean's thoughts perfectly. It swooped down and grabbed Sam around the waist, and lifted them both into the air.
"WEEEE!" Sam yelped a huge smile on his face. They sored up higher and higher now almost too where Sam could touch the roof if he just reached his arm up. Dean stood up so he could control the Snow Angel better, knowing he needed to keep it in sight.
And then it happened. Dean spun on his heal to keep them both in eyesight and lost his footing. Flailing his arms uselessly, Dean fell to the floor, his skull banging hard against the ice, stars exploding across his vision. Sam began to scream as he plummeted towards the floor like a rock. The Snow Angel had turned back to sand, leaving Sam alone in the air with no way to stop himself from falling.
"SAMMY!" Dean yelled throwing his arm up, trying to recreate the Snow Angel, but instead of the usual adrenaline rush, amplified fear shot though him. An inky black glow exploded from his palm. It was more fluid like and did nothing to the sand with it came in contact with it. It merely passed through it and collided with Sam. Dean stared in horror as Sam's body froze in midair. A scream like Sam was slowly being torn to pieces burst out from the younger boy, his arms and legs splayed out. Then, like a rock, Sam plummeted down onto one of the piles of snow on the floor.
"Mom! Dad!" Dean yelled louder than Sam had at the closed doors. Scrambling onto his feet, Dean sprinted across the room to where his brother lay ignoring the thumping in his own head. "I'm here Sammy, I got you." Dean pulled Sam up into his arms and held the small unconscious boy close to his chest. To Dean's increasing panic, a bright red strip of hair spread through Sam's hair like a ribbon.
"Dean! Sam!" John's frightened voice could be heard down the hall.
"In here!" Dean yelled back clutching Sam even closer.
John struggled to open the door against the ice and all the snow. Once open, John and Marry rushed forward to Sam and Dean.
"Dean this is getting out of hand! I thought we agreed no more with the Angles without supervision." John exclaimed angrily.
"What happened Dean?" Marry asked, taking Sam gently from Dean into her own arms.
"I accidently hit Sam with my powers. He wanted to fly with my Snow Angel and I fell. The Angel shrunk to nothing so I tried to recreate it," Dean was explaining talking fast. Fear was still deep in his belly, more black sparks shot out of his fingertips, "My powers weren't normal mom. It was black. It didn't take control of the sand. It slipped right through it and…" Dean began to sob.
"He is burning up John." Marry said turning her eyes from Dean to her husband, her hand pressed to Sam's forehead.
"Go get the Impala. We have to go see a specialist." With that John turned and ran out of sight.
"Dean honey," Marry said standing up Sam close to her chest, "Sam needs you to be strong. Try to hold the tears in. Come on." Marry slid carefully across the now melting snow and ice and out. Dean tried to hold his sobs back to no luck. He followed his mom, wiping the tears away repeatedly. The impala sat in the garage along with twenty other cars. As soon as Marry had both boys strapped in the back seat, Sam laying across Dean's lap, John came sprinting to the car. Tears splashed onto Sam's face while Dean whispered that everything would be ok. They left the castle, went through the semi-large town and were now weaving between trees. Leaning against the window Dean let himself cry. He cried and cried till the car came to a stop. Whipping his face clear, he saw a clearing just ahead of them
AN: I hope you liked Chapter 2, reviews are always welcome. Sorry for any spelling errors. I'll be updating in a few days :)