Dean Winchester: Let it Snow
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Winter Special
Word Count: 1,389
Summary: Reader has the Christmas blues, but Dean and Sam bring the snow to Reader and the holiday spirit returns.
Quick Note: EARLY SEASONS DEAN! Sorry that’s important because his character changes so much. This takes place in season 1 or 2. The amount of supernatural stuff sitting in my drafts is unreal, I’ve just been nervous to post it. This has been essentially finished since last Christmas though, so it deserves to see the light of day. I’d like to think you can tell this is older than my other stuff because my writing skills have improved but I’m not sure. this one is more winter-y than Christmas but it’s still festive. Anyway, merry Christmas, happy holidays, let it snow! Enjoy!
As the season changed from fall to winter, you’d been smiling less, reminiscing more. You didn’t think it was obvious, but Dean picked up on it. Sam had too, but he tried to stay out of it, whereas Dean wanted to know why you were so quiet. The man hates change and this was a major change from your usual jokes and one-liners.
As much as they tried, the couldn’t figure out why. Until one night, the three of you were in a diner in some small town that’s basically never seen snow before. You were investigating some disappearances, and finally had a break for dinner. At midnight. So maybe it was breakfast? Whatever. You were basically delirious, and looked up at the decorations in the diner.
“How can people stomach a palm tree at Christmas?”
The two of them looked at each other, suddenly realizing that you were upset about Christmas. You know they don’t celebrate Christmas, you don’t really celebrate it either. But now that you’ve found each other, maybe things could change.
Winter on the other hand? The snow, and the lights, and the stars. Seeing little kids all bundled up with eight jackets on and they can barely move because of the puffy snow gear, skating and hockey, sledding, the way the snow sits on trees. All of it is just perfect. Winter is your favourite time of year.
“We’re in a tropical spot, these people have basically never seen snow,” Sam explained softly, putting his hand over yours. “And snow makes hunting more difficult.”
“I know,” you sighed. “Just, I haven’t had a real winter in six years. I miss the snow.” You looked over at the tacky neon palm tree again. “I know it’s stupid-“
“It’s not,” Dean blurted out. “Really, it isn’t.”
“You sure?” You looked over at him, and when he nodded, a small smile broke onto your lips.
Truth be told, Sam isn’t really one for snow. Dean isn’t either. But they’d both give up the world to see you happy.
Dinner was quick and simple, just how you guys like it. Not much flare, but good food. When you leave the diner to weather you barely need a jacket for, your frown returns. The group of you pile into the impala, and before long you’re asleep in the front seat.
You wake up in a bed, arms latched around Dean, who’s sleeping soundly. He’s so cute when he’s sleeping, his hair is messy and the usual stress on his features isn’t nearly as obvious. His arm is around you as well, keeping your body pressed up against his.
You slip quietly out of bed so he won’t notice, making him stir slightly. You slip into the bathroom to shower, and you take your time getting ready because Dean is still sleeping and Sam is off doing god knows what.
When you come out of the bathroom, Dean is sitting on the bed looking intently at the car catalogue in his hands. You walk over to the small kitchen area of the motel room, pouring yourself a glass of water. When he notices you, he makes his way over.
“Hey, Y/n?” Dean puts a hand on your back and you turn to face him. “You were asleep when we got here last night. Look outside,” he tells you, turning you to the door.
You step outside, and small snowflakes cover your hair and eyelashes in seconds. The ground is white, but tiny bits of grass still manage to peak through the light blanket of snow. Your eyes light up as you look at the scene outside.
“Dean! It’s snowing!” You look over your shoulder, a bright smile on your face, and see Dean standing there, watching you. His eyes settle on your smile, and he breaks into a grin. “Come on!” You rush over, pulling him into the snow.
“This really isn’t my thing...”
“Please? For me,” you beg, still holding his hand with both of yours. He smiles down at you.
“Fine,” he sighs.
He doesn’t get into it right away. At first he just watches you dancing and jumping around as the snow falls, but soon enough he holds out his hand and lets some snowflakes hit his palm. He sticks out his tongue and catches a few snowflakes like that, too.
You watch as the snow catches in his hair and eyelashes. It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. He notices the same thing. He thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen as well.
At this point, Dean is surveying the area. He’s never really appreciated the snow before now. It’s different, but he’d do anything for you. He’s distracted. And you see the opportunity. You take it.
Smushing the snow together and packing it into what could be called a ball, you grin. Then, you launch the snowball. It hits Dean right in the back, exploding into powder behind him. You laugh gleefully, and Dean yelps.
“Hey!” He pretends to be mad, but as soon as he looks at you he’s smiling. Not very convincing. “Oh, you’re so dead.” He jogs toward you, and you run off the other way, laughing. He chases you around for a little, both of you laughing like kids.
You hear Dean curse, and when you look behind you, he’s on the ground.
“Ouch,” he groans. You laugh, going over. Offering a hand to help him up, you keep giggling. He takes your hand, and pulls you down.
“Dean!” You hit the ground softly beside him, your squeak making him grin again. Both of you laugh, purely enjoying a day off. His eyes survey your face, smile still prominent. When your eyes meet, sparks fly, and your heart soars. You break the trance. “Hey, you ever made a snow angel before?”
“Snow angels? What are we, twelve?”
“For today.” You roll onto your back, looking at the cloudy sky as the soft snowflakes fall toward you.
Popping to your feet, you offer Dean a hand, which he takes for real this time. He gets up, looking at you the same way he did when you were both on the ground.
“Check it.” You nod at the sloppily made snow angels, patches of pavement peaking through the thin patches of fluffy snow. “We’re definitely no artists,” you laugh. Dean chuckles with you, and you look up at him.
“Y/n,” he whispers.
“Yeah?”
“I can’t pretend I don’t feel it anymore. When I look at you, all I can think about how beautiful you are. You appreciate all the little things in life, and you just have this… this thing about you that I need in my life.”
“Are you saying,” you trail off, glancing up at him again.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
“I think I’m in love with you too,” you whisper.
His hands cup your jawline as his thumbs trace your cheekbones. Then he kisses you. One of his hands moves to your back, your hands resting against his chest as you kiss him.
As your balance shifts, the two of you topple to the ground again, bursting out laughing. Your faces hover millimetres apart, your lock pendant necklace swaying at his chin. He hooks a finger through the chain and pulls you down to his face, kissing you again.
Before long, the cold has seeped through your jackets, and you have to retreat inside. But the day doesn’t end there. The TV in the motel room has Christmas specials on all day, and you and Dean watch several, curled up together on the couch, a blanket draped over your bodies.
By the time Sam gets back, you and Dean have fallen asleep together on the couch, snuggled up together. You both look happier than ever, and Sam knows you two have finally figured out how the other felt. He smiles knowing you guys will be happy and drapes an extra blanket over the two of you.
He can’t help but think that if he doesn’t have to witness you and Dean’s boggled up tension anymore, maybe winter isn’t so bad after all.
