The Runt of the Litter

Miss Mimi McMarshmallow

Note: Hey heyyyyy! Miss me?

@1ipod2 asked very politely for a happy chapter, and I figured it was about time I post one of those. (though, i had to look up what this word "happy" means, i've never heard that one before) I'm sorry you couldn't read last week's chapter, love, but I am very proud of you for listening to the trigger warning and taking care of yourself <3 This one's for you!

In this chapter, Anna is nine.

Miss Mimi McMarshmallow

Anna wrinkled her nose, which was cold and stiff. She crouched low to the ground and poked at the snow there. There was such a thin layer of it that the dirt beneath it showed through clearly.

"Anna, come on," Sam called up ahead.

Anna looked up, her eyes wet and shining from the cold. "How much is it gonna snow?" she asked and stood up straight. She scurried ahead and grabbed Sam's outstretched hand. "Enough to make a snowman?"

"I don't know, Honey. Maybe."

"The guy on tv this morning said six inches. How much is that?"

"Enough to make a snowman," Sam promised. For some reason, though, he didn't look as thrilled as Anna was at the prospect of getting half a foot of snow.

Anna smiled, her nose crinkling again. "Really? Will you make one with me?"

Sam looked down at her with a gentle smile. "Sure thing, kiddo."

"Think Dean will too?"

"You can ask him."

"I know he doesn't like to go outside," Anna said. "But we never EVER get to play in the snow. Even when we go where it's cold, we always gotta work. And I got some kinda bad luck cause the snow is never good for making a snowman."

"Powder snow is good for sledding," Sam said.

"But I don't got a sled," Anna reminded him. Her fingers were pale and hard to move, and the tops of her legs were going numb. She couldn't wait to get back to the motel where it was warm.

"We'll get you one if you need it. They aren't that expensive."

"Wow, a whole new sled?" The thought was so exciting, Anna found herself skipping along the sidewalk, swinging hers and Sam's hands eagerly. "I bet they have some that go super fast, like the Millenium Falcon!"

Sam chuckled at her and tugged on her hand until she stopped swinging his arm. "You warm enough?" he asked, squeezing her hand. "I can't believe I forgot to bring your gloves."

"I'm not that cold," Anna assured him. "Anyways, we're almost back, cause I can see the coffee place from this morning." She started to swing her hand in his again but at an easier pace this time. She stuck her other hand in her jacket pocket and made a fist to try and warm it up.

Sam hummed a response, and they walked in silence for a little while.

Anna watched the snow melt beneath the treads of her shoes with each step. She wished all that snow that was coming would just get here already. She'd never made a snowman in her whole life, at least not that she could remember. But the sun was starting to set, and the bag of food in Sam's other hand was probably already going cold. She figured if she kept herself distracted the rest of the night, then when she woke up in the morning, she could convince the boys to go right outside and play.

A tiny burst of something cold touched the skin of her cheek, and Anna looked up but saw no snow coming down. She was beginning to think she'd only imagined it when she felt the same thing happen against her nose. This time when she looked up, she saw a couple snowflakes floating slowly through the air.