Cas feels Dean’s smile against his neck. lips warm and determined, teeth nipping and teasing, their breaths visible in the new chill. Cold eyelashes flick at his jawline, mixing with the tiny flakes of snow that are already melting in his hair as Deans hand slips inside his jacket. He pushes Cas further back, Chevy almost painfully cold through his jeans and under his palm, but Its the first snow.
Dean said they had to celebrate.
The snow ball fight had been enjoyable, but Cas much prefers what the battle dissolved into.