Lightkeeper /Destiel//Sabriel//Michifer

(Almost) All The Ships

Alfie and Elsa sat curled up on the sofa, tucked comfortably underneath a blanket, both cradling mugs of warm drinks as the TV played in the background. The fire blazed brightly, filling the room with warmth and light. It had been around half an hour since they'd last seen Dean and Cas.

"The way I see it," Alfie commented, sipping his hot chocolate, "They're either glued to each other's faces or have frozen to death."

"Possibly both," Elsa agreed.

"What's this now?" Jody had entered the room, still dressed in her Sheriff's uniform and covered in snow that was hastily melting and dripping into the carpet. Removing her sodden hat, she ran a hand through her dark cropped hair.

"Nothing," Alfie smiled innocently.  "Just speculating."

Jody raised an eyebrow, but refrained from saying anything more. She'd been doing that a lot lately: biting back her words before they'd escaped her mouth. It was a habit she'd gotten into. Anything she thought of that sounded even remotely like advice, she was determined to keep back. After all, it wasn't as though she was Alfie's mother. No. She sighed. It wasn't as though she was anyone's mother. Not anymore.

"Right," Jody clapped her hands together and forced a smile, "I'm going to change into something warm and, preferably, dry," she surveyed her damp clothes with distaste, "Then I was thinking we could stick on a movie?"

Alfie smiled, standing up, "Sounds great."

"Yeah, we'll go get the others," Elsa added, taking Alfie's empty mug and heading into the kitchen.

"Oh, that reminds me," Jody clicked her fingers as if to prevent the thought from escaping her.  "I bumped into Benny on my drive home. I offered him a lift back but he said he'd be home later. Just letting you know."

"Thanks, Jody," a vague relief flickered over Elsa's features.  "He does that sometimes."

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"Hey, uh, Cas?"

Cas remained staring upwards as the sky began to dim, watching sleepily as the colours seemed to slowly bleed into one another.  "Yes, Dean?"

"It's literally freezing and we are lying down in the snow."

Cas' brows furrowed slightly, as though he couldn't quite grasp something. "Well, yes, that is how you make snow angels, Dean."

Laughing, Dean propped himself up on his elbows and looked over at the boy next to him. Cas was lying stretched out in the snow, smiling as he stared upwards. His scarf and coat had loosened and were resting slightly out of place, while his raven-coloured hair was decorated with the snowflakes that had descended from above. With each breath, the air around Cas' lips turned a frosty white and swirled upwards in a small cloud of vapour. But the best part, Dean knew, was the feeling of Cas' fingers entwined so delicately with his own.

"You're beautiful," Dean whispered, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on Cas' parted lips.

Cas smiled, his bright blue eyes crinkling around the corners. "Thank you, Dean," he whispered back.

"But, Cas, I'm serious this time," Dean continued, pulling away and sitting up.  "If you don't come back to the house with me right now, I'll drag you there myself."

Cas remained where he was and tilted his head to the side, mimicking a confused expression he'd seen Dean use before. "I'm sorry, was that a flirtation?"

"No," Dean laughed, "But that was mockery. Now get up, before you catch your death."

"I don't think you can catch death, Dean, it's more—" Cas was silenced as Dean shoved a glove in his mouth and hauled him to his feet.