•Smile Time• Supernatural Preferences

•Snow Day•

Dean: The snow was packed in tight against the bunker door making it impossible for anyone to get in or out. "I can't believe they plowed all that God damn snow onto the freakin' entrance!" Dean slammed his fist down onto the door, his voice echoing all throughout the bunker. "Guess we're being forced inside." You shrug your shoulders, acting like you were worried or disappointed but in all honesty, you couldn't wait to spend the day inside. "I'll go start a pot of coffee." You suggest stepping down the many steps tightening the robe strings around your waist. You tuck a loose hair behind your ear and are met with the sound of deans harsh fists pounding against the wall for a second time. "Hey hot stuff? Why don't we just set up a movie and enjoy a day off!" You smiled to yourself as his persistent grumbling and growling was replaced with seemingly excited footsteps down the stairs. "What do you mean a day off?" He swung himself around into the kitchen watching you pour the coffee into your prepared cups. "Like... You know. A spa day, some R and R.... Movie night, how else do you want me to say it." You handed him his cup and brought your own to your lips. "My brother, if you didn't know, is still out their in that.... Hell storm." He snapped giving you harsh eyes. "You don't think I've thought about that? Seriously Dean, he's my family too." You stare him down before his eyes can no longer stand your disgruntled gaze. "I-I didn't mean it like that." He frowned after momentary silence. "I know what you meant, and Sammy's a big boy, he'll get a hotel room and wait the storm out. If he's smart, and he is!" You try your hardest to assure him, catching his gaze again. "Yeah, you've got a point." He smiled to himself slurping down another sip. "Now let's go enjoy the rest of our evening while we have the bunker to ourselves." The next two days are spent entangled in each others arms, both of you utterly intoxicated by the others voice. You talk for hours on end about every little thing that this crazy world has thrown at you until your eyelids are held down by the sandbags of exhaustion. Whatever time you wake up, deans already in the living room jamming to some classic hits. You slide out of the cave in nothing but your black tank top, underwear and socks. "Ah the bear awakens!" He wraps his arms around you and twirls you on the hardwood floors. You spin and slide together across the house, lip singing to Asia and Kansas all day long. The two of you listen to classic rock and loose all sense of time until the world outside thaws and your reality is to be faced once again. Let me say, that weekend was one the both of you will hold closely inside your hearts.

Sam: if there's one thing you didn't know about Sam, is he loves the snow. As soon as the first solid foot of snow lay upon the frozen ground, he was out like child on Christmas. "Come one Y/N! It's just snow!" He yells from across the open field of snow and ice. You grimly glance at the icy ground before giving Sam a defeated look. "Fine..." You grumble as your feet sink into the powdery snow. Your hands clutch your waist for warmth as your steadily make your way to Sam. A small ball of snow is being pushed upon the ground, gathering more snow as it rolls. "Wanna help" he momentarily straightened himself up to give you a hopeful glance. And you can't help but give in to that puppy dog look. You and Sam end up making snow men until the entire field is empty of any snow other than your snow men.

Castiel: Castiel is wishy washy when it comes to his opinion on snow. Part of him would rather avoid it, but the other part of him finds it utterly breath taking to watch. So you settle for a compromise. Cas lays his body down on the window sill, his head in you lap and eyes to the skies. He watches the snowflakes on an individual level, commenting on their incredible design. He can't help but be fascinated by their intricate, ever changing patterns. As he lazily examines snow flakes he says something you'll never forget. "People are very much like snow flakes. I'm the fact they're all different, and they all believe falling will result in their death."