(y/n) went to bed on January the 12th in the bunker, snuggled up to her boyfriend, Dean, against the freezing cold outside. She woke up to fluttered kisses across her face.
"(y/n)!" Dean urged excitedly, shaking her shoulder.
"Mmm hm hm hm hmmm," (y/n) whined unwilling to escape sleep.
"(nickname)" Dean whispered "it's snowing baby," that got (y/n) right up. She bolted straight out of bed and ran into the main hall, up the stairs to the front door, yanking it open only to be greeted by a blast of frosty air, cutting through the toasty warm atmosphere inside the bunker.
(y/n) turned on her heel to face Dean, who was grinning wildly. The pair of them racing to their bedroom to put on warm clothes to go out. Finally all bundled up in snow suits, gloves, and hats they tumbled back out the front door and into the three feet of fluffy white snow. (y/n) screamed as the cold snow made contact with the exposed flesh of her face. Dean laughed at her, so she kicked the back of his knees so he fell forward into the snow.
They laughed and threw wads of snow at each other, until (y/n) had the bright idea. "Let's wake up Sam," Dean readily agreed. So, (y/n) went back into the house, while Dean positioned himself outside of Sam's window, and began making snowballs. Soon (y/n)'s face appeared in the window, grinning wickedly down at Dean.
She pushed open the window, and took in a deep breath. She looked unsure for a moment, but one little hand motion from Dean was all it took and she jumped out the window, into Dean's waiting arms.
"Ready?" he whispered placing her gently on the snow. She grinned.
"Are you?"
Dean laughed. "Let's do this!" (y/n) giggled before shouting.
"SAM!" as she picked up a snowball, Dean did the same.
"Sammy!" Dean shouted. There was a flailing noise inside and a small crash followed by an "ow..."
"SAM!" (y/n) called again.
His bedheaded head poked out the window and was about to yell "WHAT?" but never got that far due to the snowball that impaled his face!
Sam made noises of shock, protest, and anger all at once, and tried to get away from the flying snowballs. Batting at them with his arms and backing up. But (y/n) and Dean just lengthened their shots and put more power behind them.
"Alright! Alright! Enough!" Sam roared. (y/n) stopped firing... everything was quiet for a moment.
"Dean?" (y/n) whispered from the corner of her mouth.
"Yeah?" he answered following suit.
"What happens when you piss off a moose?"
"uuuuugh............" more crashing came from inside.
"Dean?" (y/n) said a little louder. The crashing inside got louder... "Dean!" she shrieked tugging on his arm. Dean snapped out of his 'episode' just as a raging Sam fell through the front door.
"Run (y/n)!" Dean shouted shoving her in front of him urging her to run. Sam came barreling after them. (y/n) ran as quick as she could with the cold air biting her lungs, and stinging her nose. Her and Dean rounded the corner to the back part of the property.
"Go to the tree!" Dean called to (y/n). (y/n) knew what tree he was talking about. The big twisted one with a bench swing Dean installed last spring. (y/n) continued onto the tree then began to scale it as quick as she could, it was difficult because it was slippery from the ice. She reached the highest sitting branch just as Sam caught Dean at the base of the tree.
"Dean!" (y/n) shouted, clinging to the trunk of the sturdy tree. Sam picked up Dean and tossed him into a deep snow bank at the bottom of the tree. (y/n) exploded into giggles. Dean poked his snow dusted head out of the snow bank, just as more snow began to gently drift down from the dark clouds over head. Dean looked up into the tree grinning, (y/n) waved down to him.
"You look cute sweetie," she giggled. Sam sat down on the snow, and looked up into the tree. Dean pouted at (y/n)'s remark and flailed his way out of the snow bank.
"You comin' down (nickname)?" Sam called up to her. It was then that (y/n) realized just how high up she had climbed. Higher then what she had just jumped from at Sam's window.
"I'd like to, but I dunno if I can..." she called down. Sam laughed with gusto.
"You stuck, princess?" (y/n) giggled nervously.
"Yeah... I think so... is my prince going to save me?" she asked hopefully.
"I don't think I can catch you from there. Can you come down any lower?" Dean called as he stood up. Sam stood too, and brushed off his pajama bottoms that he was still wearing.
"I'm going to make some breakfast n' coffee" Sam said going back around the bunker. (y/n) began to shimmy down the tree as best she could. But she slipped from an icy patch on the branch she stepped on. She let out a shriek as she fell through the snow glittered air.
"(y/n)!" Dean screamed witnessing your decent. As fast as he could Dean scrambled forward to try and catch her. He over shot only a little, but (y/n) still landed on top of him.
After a moment of heavy breathing and the passing of the panicked feeling, Dean whispered,
"You okay?" still a little breathless. (y/n) had her eyes squeezed shut and was holding tight to Dean. She didn't answer. Dean propped up his torso on his forearms.
"Hey. Baby, come on. Get up," (y/n) clung a little tighter to Dean but lifted her head.
"Maybe next time we just let Samsquatch pound us with snow, huh?" Dean joked. (y/n) sat up in Deans arms.
"Or maybe next time we'll just let him sleep in," (y/n) giggled. Dean stole a little kiss from (y/n)'s frozen lips.
"Yeah that
