CastielxReader- Snow Kisses

A few small flakes of snow floated down, announcing the oncoming flurry of snow that began to rain down from the clouds, carpeting everything. Including the black Impala that was parked on the side of the road.

The elder Winchester was kneeling beside the car, it’s frame raised up on the jack as Dean cursed at the tire that had blown out after it went through a pothole. The younger brother leaned against the car hood, taking a sip from a bottle of beer, coat pulled tight to him to shield him from the elements. A trenchcoat wearing angel stood in the middle of the road, watching the snow drift down from the sky and settle on the lonely highway.

“Isn’t this great Cas!?” A voice exclaimed, running through the snow, a huge grin on her face. Castiel tilted his head as he looked at ________, a hunter who Bobby had sent to meet up with the brothers to help with a Wendigo up in Minnesota. She was wearing a thick dark green jacket and hiking boots and a (f/c) hat pulled down over her ears.

You had been born and raised down in Louisiana, and when you had become a hunter you mostly hunted down south. So when you had driven up with the Winchester brothers and their angel sidekick, and it had started snowing, needless to say you were pretty excited.

“Yeah ________. It’s fan-fricking-tastic,” Dean growled as he got the tire off. Sam grinned a little as he watched his brother struggling with the tire.

“I don’t understand. It’s just snow,” Cas remarked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Well, where I’m from, we never really got any snow. Ever,” you replied, grinning. Castiel didn’t seem to understand you answer, but didn’t ask any other questions as he watched you twirling around in the road.

“You wanna make snow angels?” You asked Castiel.

“________, angels aren’t made out of snow,” Castiel replied, giving you an odd look.

“Yeah, I know. But that’s not what I meant. Here, I’ll show you,” you suddenly fell backwards and landed with a soft ‘thump’ in the snow. You than proceeded to wipe your arms over the ground in long sweeping strokes. After a minute of this you got up and shook yourself out, than stepped back to admire you work.

“I don’t understand how that’s an angel,” Castiel said after a minute of studying your angel.

“No, see, there are it’s wings,” you argued, pointing at the ‘wing’ impressions. Castiel squinted and tilted his head a little. If he thought really hard about it...

“I see. Sort of...” he grumbled. You grinned, than grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the side of the road.

“C’mon Cas!” You chuckled when Castiel resisted against your eager tugging.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going to build a snowman!” You laughed as you stopped at the side of the road and began pushing together a large lump of snow as the body.

“How does one build a snowman?” Castiel asked, observing how you shaped the lump of snow into a dome shape.

“Well, it needs three parts. The base,” you gestured to the dome you had made, “the body. And the head.” You continued, than you went a few feet away from the base and began forming another lump, but this time it was smaller. “C’mon Cas, help me make his body!”

Sam smiled as he watched Cas uncertainly join you in smoothing down the edges.

“Aren’t they adorable?” He asked Dean, grinning as his older brother looked over briefly, than went back to patching up the tire.

“Yeah, sure. You know what would be even more adorable? Helping me get us back on the road!” He snapped at Sam.

“Guys! Look at what we made!” Sam and Dean turned their heads to where you were shouting. You and Cas were each standing on one side of the snowman, your grin stretched ear to ear, while Castiel had a pleased look on his face.

“Awesome!” Dean shouted back, than went back to the Impala, while Sam gave them a thumbs-up. You quickly set about looking for pebbles, while Cas simply followed you around, watching as you collected small stones and placed them on the snowman’s face. Giving him a mouth and eyes, and you stuck two thin sticks on each side of his body for arms.

“Now he’s done,” you said to Cas, smiling at him. Castiel stared at the snowman, who grinned back at him, than nodded.

“He is indeed.”

You stood in the middle of the road once more, staring up at the sky with your mouth open and your tongue sticking out, snowflakes coating your eyelashes.

“_________, what are you doing?” Castiel quipped as he approached you, his eyebrows furrowed in a baffled expression.

“Trying to catch a snowflake,” you explained.

“Why?”

“Why not?” You stared at Cas, one eyebrow raised in a challenge. Castiel thought for a minute, than nodded in agreement. “Try it.” He raised an eyebrow at you, and you grinned back. He raised his head to stare into the swirl of flakes, than stuck out his tongue, and stood there for an amount of time that was unknown to him. Than one little snowflake landed on his tongue.

Castiel drew his tongue back in surprise, the snow melting into his tongue. It was cold, and it had a certain taste of frost to it. He felt the snow send a chill through his mouth, and than it warmed up again and some ice water trickled down his throat. He licked his lips as he tried to capture the feeling. He turned to you as he heard someone giggling.

Your cheeks and nose were flushed red from the cold that bit at them. Your eyelashes had snow that was stuck in them, and glittered when you blinked, bright against your (e/c) eyes. Your (h/c) hair peaked out from under your hat, and snowflakes dotted it. He felt his cheeks heating up as he stared at you, and you laughed again, than continued to try and catch snowflakes on your tongue.

After you both stood there for another few minutes, catching snowflakes on your tongues, something on his face caught your attention.

“You have a snowflake on your nose,” you murmured, than laughed as he went cross-eyed trying to see it.

“Did I get it?” Castiel asked, after rubbing his hand on the bridge of his nose.

“No. Here, I’ll get it,” you said. You took his trenchcoat lapel in your fists and pulled him into you as you kissed the tip of his nose gently, as you pulled away both your faces were red, and not just because of the cold. Cas opened his mouth to speak, than shut it as the words got jumbled up in his throat. You backed up a little, but didn’t let go of his trenchcoat and started at him with wide (e/c) eyes. Finally, Castiel spoke.

“You have a snowflake on your forehead,” he hummed, his pale blue eyes soft as they looked into yours. He gently planted a kiss in the center of your forehead, and you felt your heart begin beating again.

“You have one on your cheek,” you said, but your voice could only come out in a whisper, as you leaned forward again, giving a soft peck on the cheek. As you drew back, you saw the angel smiling softly at you, than he leaned towards you, mere inches separating your mouths.

“And you have one on your lips,” he said, a slight grumble in the back of his throat as he leaned in and closed the final space, his lips warm against yours. You fisted his jacket tighter and pressed yourself against him as one of his arms wrapped around your lower waist, the other settling on the back of your head, and pulled you even closer. You hummed happily against the kiss, and you felt Cas smile a little.

“Alright children, we’re re- ohmygodSam. Sam, they’re- oh. Oh that’s gross.” Dean quickly turned away, covering his eyes with one arm and using the other to shield himself, while Sam just laughed at his reaction. You and Cas parted, your face a deep red, and Cas had a hint of self-consciousness on his features.

“Time to go guys,” Sam chuckled, while Dean stayed frozen, making sure not to look.

“Dude, did they stop making out?” Dean asked, and you just rolled your eyes.

“Real mature Dean,” you huffed as the older Winchester turned around, sheepishly grinning. You strode over and got into the back of the Impala, and Castiel slipped in next to you.

“Yeah, sure. But let’s get this straight. I do not want to turn around and see you two making out in the back of the car, okay?” Dean replied as he slipped into the drivers seat, and Sam into the passenger’s seat.

“No promises,” you raised an eyebrow as Dean’s face flushed, and Sam began laughing once more.