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86. Snow
The sensible thing to do would be to stay inside, buried under many blankets with a mug of hot chocolate and his human to cuddle up to and share body warmth with. But Castiel had never experienced snow as a human before and this was why he was standing outside in the freezing early morning air, staring up at the dark grey sky.
Of course Castiel had seen snow before. It was hardly the most exciting or rarest of phenomena; simply solidified water falling from the sky and blanketing the earth. But now that his grace was gone and he was no longer an angel, Castiel had begun to appreciate the little things in life and, like sex, he'd never known just how beautiful snow was until he truly experienced it.
Currently, it was lightly snowing and Castiel was standing just outside the bunker, watching the snowflakes tumble down. He had a light dusting of white powder on his hat and trench coat but, so entranced by the quiet beauty and serenity around him, he couldn't find it in himself to care. Instead, as a snowflake drifted down in front of his face, his tongue slowly darted out and the white star landed on it. Castiel's tongue recoiled back into his mouth and he let out a low cough, startled by the sudden chill.
"What the hell, Cas?" Castiel heard as footsteps crunched in the snow behind him.
"Hello, Dean," he said.
"Why the hell are you out here at the asscrack of dawn in the freezing cold?" Dean said. Castiel turned and gave him a smile.
"I wanted to watch the snow," he said. "It is surprisingly relaxing. I haven't experienced snow as a human before…"
"And is it all it's cracked up to be?" Dean said, stopping behind Castiel and sliding his arms around him. Castiel leaned back into the embrace, relishing the warmth between them and shivering when Dean's warm breath drifted over the back of his neck.
"It's beautiful," Castiel murmured. "I think I want to stay and watch it all morning."
He heard Dean let out a cross between a huff and a groan.
"You're lucky you're so damn cute," Dean muttered, tightening the hug. "Stay here while I get a blanket to sit on and some hot chocolate."
Castiel shivered at the loss of warmth when Dean let him go and trudged back to the bunker. He turned to watch Dean go and pure, raw love welled up in his stomach and surged through him, warming him up far more effectively than blankets and hot drinks ever could.
"I love you, Dean," he said to himself. A smile on his face, he looked back up at the sky and wondered whether to try and catch another snowflake on his tongue.