Snow Angels (Destiel) [Supernatural]

❄❅❆ Snow Angels

❝Maybe redemption has stories to tell.
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell.
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here.❞

-Switchfoot, Dare You To Move

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Castiel sat perched upon the window sill. His forehead rested against the cool glass as he watched the snow fall to the ground. The angel thought back to the many times over his existence that he had seen the snow fall to Earth from Heaven. It didn't compare to seeing it fall while on Earth. To actually see the snow accumulate on the ground and suffocate the grass blades underneath its cold weight, it was something every being should be able to see.

As Castiel thought back to his time on Earth, it always seemed as if he had impeccable timing in just missing the snow. One time, Castiel was with the boys as they were leaving a hunt in Chicago, Dean, like always, had the radio on. When they were about an hour away from the city, the man in the radio proclaimed that Chicago had gotten a foot of snow.

The angel had been watching the snowfall since it had first begun very early that morning, or very late that night, depending on how you'd like to look at it. After Castiel had tried, and once again failed, to count the sheep that supposedly helped you sleep and took up residence in his head, he decided he would curl up on the window sill for the remainder of the night. When Castiel saw the first snowflake fall, he thought it was just a trick of his eyes. A minute passed, and the angel decided that it was, in fact, snowing.

Dean woke up with a strange sense of peace. His heart kicked up in his chest, and he quickly sat up to count heads. Sammy was okay, sleeping sprawled out on the motel bed with limbs in every direction. Cas was okay, sitting up on the window sill, his silhouette outlined by the early morning light.

Swinging his still jean clad legs to the side of the bed, Dean shuffled his way over to the angel. It was then Dean noticed what had encaptured all of Cas' attention. It had snowed, and the angel was completely absorbed in the fluffy substance, excitement clear in his eyes. Dean leaned next to the window, casting his gaze over to Baby, who was covered from tire to roof. He then asked the angel in a hushed voice, "You've seen snow before, right?"

Castiel's eyes left the snow and moved up to Dean. "I have from Heaven." A pang of guilt coursed through Castiel at the thought of his home. "It's very different here, like with so many other things... Dean?"

Dean let his eyes flicker back to the angel. "Yeah?"

"What is the protocol for snow?" Dean's eyes narrowed in confusion, not quite understanding the question. Castiel elaborated, "Apparently, in rain, you are supposed to sing and dance with an umbrella, is there a certain action that goes along with snow?"

Dean almost smiled despite himself at the blue wide eyed look of the clueless angel. It didn't help that Dean was imaging Cas as Gene Kelly, splashing around in puddles and singing. Dean quickly shook his thoughts from his mind and answered Castiel's question. "For starters, when the hell did you watch "Singing in The Rain"? Second, there's not a protocol. You...make a snowman, throw a snowball or two; you can do whatever you want to do."

Castiel tilted his head thoughtfully to the side, wondering how you made a person out of snow. He then said, "You fell asleep during "Braveheart", and it came on afterwards. I didn't know how to shut off the TV."

"Oh, yeah," Dean said, recalling that night. "Did you get the ending of "Braveheart"?"

"They didn't take his freedom, correct?"

"...I guess not," Dean replied. He moved his gaze back to Baby. "You're gonna help me shovel, right?"

"Shovel?"