I pour the boiling water into my festive mug that Sam gifted me last Christmas. I smile lightly and dance to the holiday music playing. I turn around and see Jack walk in, wearing his snowman pjs.
"Hey hon. Sleep well?" I say.
"Yeah. I don't really sleep remember?" He corrects me.
"Oh right. Sorry," I chuckle," would you like some coffee?"
He nods and I pour the last of my water into another mug. I make our coffees and hand Jack his mug. He smiles as he sips on the hot drink. I grab some sweet bread and sit down.
"Hey mom?" Jack says unconsciously.
"Yeah baby?" I answer him as I look through my tablet for any new cases.
"What's snow?" he innocently asks.
"It's like ice. But it's like... shredded. It's supposed to snow but I don't know," I answer.
Dean walks in, yawning loudly and his new robe. I smile at my husband and he smirks.
"Hey there lazy. I made you some coffee," I tell him.
Jack waves at Dean with a big smile. Dean smiles back and grabs his coffee. He grabs some of the waffles I made and takes a seat right next to me. He kisses me on the cheek, making me giggle.
"Is there any new cases for us Bug?" Dean asks as he sips on his coffee.
"Nope. I think the monsters decided to take a break for today. No freak accidents, no unexplained deaths, nothing. Have you gone outside at all today? I wanna show Jack snow," I chuckle.
Dean shakes his head no. We sit in comfortable silence. Jack sipping on his black coffee, nodding. It was early which also explained the silence. Half an hour later, Sam walks in. This man never wears cute or adorable pjs or even a robe. He wears regular sweatpants like the hipster he is. I hand him his mug of tea and he smiles lightly.
"Morning Sammy. How was your beauty sleep?" Dean jokes, patting his brother's back.
"Ow. It was fine. Y/N's cat kept getting in my face all night though," Sam groans.
"That darn cat. Y/N, babe. I told you that cats aren't allowed," Dean says.
"It's my childhood cat Dean. I didn't wanna just give him up. Plus, I made sure Rowena made sure that spell worked."
Sam just rolls his eyes, not wanting to hear anymore of the arguing. He sits down and Jack waves at him as well. He says a good morning very lowly. Suddenly, I hear the sound of wings and I turn around. Castiel is there and he just rises his hand as a hello.
"Morning to you too Cas."
"Morning. It's pretty chilly outside. It's snowing," he just says.
Jack's smile becomes even wider. I smile too. Dean and Cas exchange a look.
"And you know what that means boys?" I ask happily.
"Snow!!" Jack says happily.
"Get ready! We're gonna have snow ball fights and build snowmen," I squeal.
***
With everyone outside, Dean seems uninterested. Jack is catching snowflakes in his mouth, Sam is building a snowman with Cas and I stood with Dean.
"Honey, come on! Let's play around with the snow," I say, trying to convince him.
"I don't do snow. You go on and play," he groans.
"You're such a grinch," I tease as I walk off.
I start to help Sam and Cas build the snowman, causing Cas to be distracted.
"You know, angels make every snowflake different? I made this one and this one....,"Castiel's voice continues.
Sam throws a snowball at me. I turn around and he laughs. I grab a snowball and throw at him. We start to laugh and begin throwing snowballs at each other. Dean just stood there, furrowing his eyebrows like a mad baby. Sam throws me over his shoulder and walks up to a huge pile of snow.
"Samuel! Put me down!" I laugh.
"As you wish my lady," he chuckles.
He throws me into the huge pile of snow. The snow falling on top of me, burying me. I hear Sam muffling laugh and suddenly, I hear Dean scold him. He digs through the snow and helps me up.
"You could've killed her Sam! That's not funny!" Dean shouts.
I just laugh. Dean looks at me and I smile widely.
"Dean, it's not that deep. She really enjoys it. At least I'm enjoying the snow," Sam groans.
Castiel still pointing out every single snowflake he's ever made while Jack builds himself an igloo. Dean rolls his eyes and looks at me.
"Babe. Enjoy the snow! It hardly ever snows!" I chime.
"Y/N/N baby. You know I hate the cold," Dean groans like a baby.
"I'm not having that bad attitude mister. It's either you're enjoying it with me or you're sleeping on the couch with no sex," I smirk.
"What?! No baby! You can't do that!" He shouts after me.
I smirk as I walk over to Jack. He smiles to himself as he builds up the igloo.
"Hey Jack. Enjoying the snow?" I say.
"Very much. Cas says that the angels created every single snowflake," Jack chimes.
I look over at Cas, who's still pointing out his snowflakes. I begin to help Jack when Dean finally decides to join us. Jack smiles even wider. I don't know how much this kid can smile but it makes me happy.
"Dean, glad you can join us," I say.
"I didn't want to sleep on the couch," Dean chuckles awkwardly.
Hours pass and Castiel's rambling about the snowflakes, we all head back inside. Dean being the little grinch he is heads to the shower to warm up. Sam chuckles as Castiel continues to ramble about how the angels make the snowflakes.
"Cas! How much information does one need about snowflakes?" I tease.
"Snowflakes are actually pretty complicated Y/N."
He gives a serious look. I smile at him, trying to make him smile back. Sam snickers and tries to hide a smile when Cas turns to look at him. It hardly ever snowed where I grew up. I was also so attracted to the snow ever since I was a little girl. Every time it did snow, it would snow hard and I'd cherish the moments.
"Listen, there's millions and millions of angels. Which means-"
"There's millions and millions of different snowflakes. That's pretty cute, don't you think?" I jokingly interrupt him.
He just nods. Sam sips on his hot coco, reading some more lore. Castiel decides to finally finish the snowflake talk and we all sit in silence. The fire crackling and popping, the Christmas pjs and hot coco. Everything needed for a perfect Christmas. I see Jack putting the final decorations on the tree which by the way, was the biggest tree I had ever seen. Half an hour later, Dean finally appears.
"I hated that," he groans.
"Stop being such a grinch. You loved it," I snicker.
He rolls his eyes playfully. I hand him his hot coco and he kisses my temple. The right people, the right time, and the right home. Yep, snow days are the best. Matching pjs with Dean, hot chocolate with marshmallows, fire burning, Christmas music playing softly in the background, and the comfort of family. Never a dull day when it snows.
