Destiel Oneshots

3. Snow Day

Snow days, for most people, are a time to go outside and play, or perhaps sit inside and read a book.

Snow days for hunters and their ex-angel, however, are not. They are a time to do work: research, searching for jobs, that sort of thing. Occasionally they are used to catch up on sleep, get more than four hours for once.

One day in Colorado the Winchesters and Cas were working a job. A poltergeist in a hotel had already caused five deaths before they had noticed, and another five before they got there, so Dean was itching to get started. Sam, of course, wanted to do some research first, figure exactly who they were dealing with. Cas... well Cas had no opinion either way. He simply wanted to save people, and would go with whichever way was best.

So when the hunters woke up to see snow piled waist high outside their door, their was some mixed reactions.

Sam, on one hand, was very pleased at the fact that they would not be running headfirst into a very dangerous situation.

Dean, on the other, was pissed.

"What?!" He shouted as they opened the door.

Cas found it quite comical, really, to see Dean standing astonished in the middle of a pile of snow that fell through the open door.

"It appears, Dean, that it snowed." He could barely contain his smile as the hunter floundered out of the slush.

Dean glared. "No shit, Cas."

"Oh calm down Dean. It's not that big a deal." Sam tried to console his brother.

"You don't get it do you? If we're stuck inside then those poor bastards at the hotel most definitely are! And that means easy pickings for the poltergeist." Dean was getting antsy.

They hadn't had a hunt for a few weeks, and, while everyone was itching for something to do, Dean was the worst. He was not meant to go cold turkey on hunting. He did not want to go cold turkey on hunting. What he wanted was to get out there and hunt some evil sons of bitches.

He decided to voice his opinion.

"Dean, if you really want to hunt then go trek through the snow. But I'm not coming. Besides, at least now we can do some research." Sam sat down at the small desk in the room and opened his laptop.

"Dammit!" Sam closed his computer and put his head in his hands. "The snow must have blocked out the wifi signal. We're stuck."

Dean just sat down on his bed and glared at the wall.

"Perhaps," Cas began, "we could take this opportunity to train?"

"Cas, what are you talking about? There isn't exactly a lot of room in here." Sam gestured to their small quarters.

"I was talking about outside. We could always do activities out there that provide ample exercise. For example, the one where you haul a round object up a hill."

Cas was not prepared for the peal of laughter that came from Dean.

"Cas, that's sledding!" The hunter shook his head. "But you what? Why not? Sammy, we're going sledding!"

In a few minutes time the hunters were dressed in several layers. Cas, however, only had his trench coat and suit on.

"Cas, you're gonna freeze your ass off in that!" Dean stared at the ex-angel.

"I do not believe that is possible to do so."

"I meant- nevermind"

Finally the three men had left the building and began the long trek up a nearby hill.

Halfway up the earthy mound, Cas' nose froze. He didn't say anything however: that would mean Dean was right. He was too stubborn to admit that.

When they reached the top of the hill Dean lifted up the trashcan lid he had stolen from the motel. "Okay, who wants to go first?"

"I will!" Sam grabbed the lid and jumped onto it, racing down the hill.

When he reached the bottom he stood up and waved his arms to let the others know it was safe.

"Alright Cas. I've only got one other lid. You okay with going down together?" Dean was blushing slightly.

Cas noticed, but just decided Dean was cold.

He nodded in response to the question.

"Here we go." Dean grabbed the lid, placed it in front of him, and motioned for Cas to climb on. When he did, Dean got on behind him and pushed them off. Down the hill they flew, wind whipping their faces, turning their cheeks bright red. Dean let out a whoop, and let go of the makeshift sled with one hand to pump his fist in the air. This caused the lid to twist sideways, throwing them off the course Sam had plowed.

"Dean!" Cas yelled, gripping the hunter tight around his waist in fear.

"I know! I know!" Dean yelled back, leaning to the right to avoid a tree. Unfortunately this propelled them right into a snow drift.

A frozen snow drift.

The garbage can lid slid across the surface of the drift, creating a makeshift jump and sending it's two riders flying through the air. They landed with a thump, sending a puff of snow into the air around them.

Dean lay on his back in the snow, staring at the sky. Slowly, he started to laugh, his shoulders shaking. Still laughing, the hunter turned his head to the side to make sure his fellow rider was alright.

Cas was laying on his back in the snow, his nose bright red and eyes open wide in shock. "Let's never, ever, do that again."

Dean let out a peal of laughter. "Alright, Cas. We don't have to do that anymore."

"Dean." Cas' teeth started chattering. "I am very cold now."

The hunter made a split second decision and rolled onto the ex-angel. He leaned down to kiss Cas right on his cherry red nose.

Dean pulled back, embarrassed, and made to move away when Cas grabbed his waist. "Why did you do that?"

"I, uh, just..." Dean's cheeks were bright red.

"It's okay, Dean. I like you too." Cas pulled Dean down to kiss him again. "I don't think I'm cold anymore, either."

The hunter smiled at his angel, and was,for once, glad the hunt was delayed.

{A/N: SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I had the worst case of writers block.

But: I did start a new Destiel story! It's called My Greatest Mistake and it's a high school AU, so maybe go check it out?

I promise I'll try to update more regularly but life gets in the way, so it may not happen.

Thanks for reading, though!}