This is a écriture prompt I posté 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 toi like it :) This is written in Cas' POV
It was a frosty jour sometime in December. That cold, white stuff they call snow was all over the place. The Winchester had asked me to rejoindre them that jour 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 into it as I stood there. Just thinking about it, I felt La Reine des Neiges as I looked up to find Dean staring at me. He was giving me one of those weird looks with his brow raised. He probably thought I was a fool as I looked away, embarrassed. But that wouldn’t stop him from approaching me, my eyes meeting his boots once he stood in front of me.
I’d hesitated to look up while pulling my trench manteau closer as a chill passed. Once I met his gaze, a smile crossed his face but I’d look away just as it disappeared. I knew that Dean meant well but sometimes he cared a bit too much. The smile became a frown. It seemed to just melt away from his face, like the snow beneath our feet.
I bet he was thinking I was upset ou something along those lines but none of that was true. I found myself searching the blinding crystals around us, thinking what it was like when it fell. I heard Dean’s boots creak on the snow as if he was about to leave but only to stop halfway. I was too busy thinking about other things to notice him return in front of me. That is when I felt it - his warm hands around my neck as they danced around me until the end.
Warmth filled me as I looked down to find that ragged old red scarf around my neck. My fingers would eagerly follow its threads as I pressed my nose into it, swallowing me up like the feu it was. I let my eyes déplacer up to Dean’s face and watched as it started to turn red. He’d smile again, pushing his gloved hands into his pockets. The cold was obvious around him but yet he still didn’t seemed bothered.
“Why did toi give me your scarf?” I’d say to him, muffled par the red warmth surrounding me.
He looked a bit surprised to my question before he shook his head. “Because toi need it plus than me.”