G, 1174 words, winter fluff bc we all need some right now
Dean and Sam and Cas are hanging out in the bunker watching movies and doing a truckload of absolutely Nothing Productive At All as they wait for the blizzard to end. At one point, Sam makes a joking comment about snow angels. Of course, Cas doesn't get it, but Dean doesn't blame him. Humans have a lot of oddball habits and games, after all.
So they explain how kids make angels in the snow, how they did ages ago, and Cas nods, his frown straightening out as he visibly understands.
It would end there, except Dean gets a completely random idea. And no, he's definitely not doing this because it's been ages since he and Sam made them. He's not that self-indulgent, okay? This is for Cas, to show him what they mean.
So they all traipse outside into the evening air, shivering and grinning up, admiring the unearthly way active snowfall has of taking various manmade illumination and scattering it across the sky so it all tinges that weird orangeyellow glow only seen in this season.
They walk until they find a good field, and then as Cas watches in amused confusion, Sam and Dean both find spots to tumble back and start etching out "wings" and... ...Well, hell, now that Dean's thinking of it, are the lower parts supposed to be legs or robes or some shit?
Sam gets to his feet and turns, frowning down at the ungainly oversized angel print behind him, and says something about it not meaning to be offensive, only a fun thing kids do.
But Cas is grinning, so Dean lifts his chin toward a clean patch of snow. "C'mon. Show us whatcha got?"
Cas drops down a little awkwardly, but he looks like he's having the time of his life as he carves out his own snow angel. That adorable smile breaks out across his face like the sun. Watching him, Dean feels young again- it's odd.