Let it Snow

Chapter five

December 10th
16 days until Christmas

The afternoon was cold when Dean pulled up to Cas's house, the sky clouded over with a chill in the air that bit at his fingertips as he set up a ladder against the side of the house and began clipping the string of lights to the roof.

For Jack, that's what Dean told himself, he was only doing it for Jack. Maybe if he and Cas were still together he'd be doing it for him, but they weren't. They didn't buy each other coffee anymore, and they didn't tease each other about their cars -even though the impala was obviously better than Cas's pimp car- and they certainly didn't show up to each other's houses while the other wasn't even there to hang up Christmas lights.

So yah, Dean was hanging the lights up just for Jack and only Jack... no matter what Charlie said.

The process was slower than he'd expected with having to move the ladder every second clip and swear at a fucking cat that had tried scratching Baby's tires; Though if the owner hadn't been watching Dean would've done a lot more than just swearing. Between it all he'd spent the time trying to fight off frostbite, his fingers almost burning against the cold air and his usual pale skin becoming a soft purple. Which as far as Dean knew wasn't normal, but hell he wasn't a doctor.

By the time he'd managed to get half the lights hung, Cas's car had pulled up.

"Dad!" A car door slammed shut and Dean turned, a smile spreading across his face as Jack ran up to him, wrapping his arms around Dean's legs before he could even step off the ladder.

"Hey kid," Dean said, wrapping his arms around Jack as best as he could without falling off. "How was school?"

"So so so so sooooo good," Jack replied.

"So good?" Dean laughed.

Jack lifted his head, his round cheeks pink and lips spread out in an adorable smile, "Yah!"

Dean grinned as he brought his hand to Jack' forehead and brushed the longer strands of hair out of his eyes, giving him a better view of Jack's wide blue eyes. God he could never get enough of the kid, with his wide smiles and bubbly personality. It'd only been a few days since Dean had last seen him yet held missed him.

More than he'd realized. It was always more than Dean realized.

"Jack," Cas called and Jack looked back, causing the strands to fall back into his face, "come get your school bag." Jack's grin dropped as he pulled away from Dean and walked back to the car, his pout only becoming more dramatic as Cas said something Dean couldn't hear.

Cas said something else before Jack grabbed his backpack and crossed his arms across his chest. He turned away, his lips still puckered in a frown and nose scrunched adorably, as he stomped past Dean and into the house, slamming the front door behind him.

Tantrums were always cute when Dean wasn't the one dealing with it.

With a smile still across his face Dean looked back to Cas, who now walked towards him, his usual trench coat wrapped around his body, while his eyes rested on Dean. Much like Jack his lips were pressed together in a frown, a very annoyed frown.

Maybe he should've given a warning before he came.

With their eyes still locked on one another's, Cas stopped at the foot of the ladder, his blue eyes wide as he looked up. An expression that has Dean's heart racing. Against his trench coat and the dark blue toque he wore his skin seemed more pale, his usual tanned tone a soft pink.

Beautiful. Cas was nothing short of beautiful.

Dean could stare forever- He wanted to stare forever, memorize every detail of Cas's face as if it would be the last time they'd ever see each other, and there were days where Dean thought that'd be true.