This is a writing prompt I posted to my Tumblr awhile ago. It is sort of a Destiel story, sort of not. I randomly came up with it so I wrote it out finally. Sorry of how short it is anyways, I hope you like it :)
This is written in Cas' POV
It was a frosty day sometime in December. That cold, white stuff they call snow was all over the place. The Winchester had asked me to join them that day while they played in it. I watched from afar, wondering why they were handling it and molding it into balls. How could this wet stuff even be made into a ball?
I looked down at my feet, feeling myself sinking...
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