The purr of the engine beneath the hood of the sleek black car made you smile. You had been surprised that Dean had let you borrow his baby, even if it was just to run into town for an emergency. You smiled even wider at the thought of the emergency. It was defiantly Christmas with the boys. The snow covered gravel crunched under the wheels as you turned and made your way, slowly, down the rest of the road. You pulled in to the garage, being extra careful incase Dean had been watching. The door snapped shut behind you after you grabbed the grocery bag from the back seat. Castiel had been in the yard when you drove up, Sam was probably still in the library, and Dean was making a racket in the kitchen...
You jumped down into the snow that covered the ground, squealing as it soaked into your jeans.
"Cas! I'm back! I got the carrots, and the buttons, and a top hat and scarf, because they were there and I couldn't say no, and- what did you do to the snow man?" You stopped short when you saw the pile of snow at the angels feet.
"I was shaping him like you taught me to, and he collapsed. I do not know how or why." Cas was confused, as usual.
"Oh, well that means that we didn't pack him down hard enough. Come on, we'll start again." Cas had looked like a hurt puppy when you had seen the demolished snow structure, but on hearing that it was an easy fix his face lit up like Christmas lights. He had enjoyed rolling the snow with you, and he was happy to do it again.
He watched you as you bit your tung in concentration, shaping a small ball with your hands. Upon seeing him watching you instead of helping, you chucked it as his head. Even with hunter reflects and angel mojo, he didn't see it coming.
"Y/n, I do not see why you have done this, or why you find it so amusing." You rolled back and forth on the ground, soaking your coat and jeans even more, laughing your head off. "Y/n, Y/n please, what are you doing?" The snow hit his face again.
"Cas, it's a traditional human game called a snow ball fight. Two or more opponents fight each other by throwing snow shaped into balls at each other."
"How does one win this game?"
"There usually isn't a victor." You smiled at him, amused by his interest in such a simple thing you had taken for granted.
"Could we play this 'snow ball fight'?" You hit him with snow again, being a hunter giving you impeccable aim.
"I kinda thought we already were." It was only a few moments before the two of you were soaked through, laying next to each other in the snow, breathing heavy.
"Did I win?"
"No." You smiled at Cas as his face fell.
"Congratulations, Y/n, you fought well."
"I didn't win either Cas. No one won."
"Then how is it a fight?"
"I honestly don't know." You whispered as you gazed into Cas' blue eyes, content to simply lay with him. Except you were getting cold. "Want to finish our snow man before we head inside?"
"I would love to, Y/n." The two of you stood and with fumbling frozen fingers assembled your snow man. It only took five attempts until you got his base correct, and six more to get his middle.
"Perhaps we should stop and finish him later after we have warmed up. You are getting cold."
"No, no way Cas, we are finishing him now."
"No, we are not." Cas picked you up and carried you inside, kissing the top of your head. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."
