you, sam, and dean were working a case in north carolina which was the state you had grown up in. it was warm and humid most of the time. it was january and freezing cold. you and the winchesters were sitting in a country diner which wasn’t particularly hard to find in zebulon, north carolina. it was dark and the streetlights were on, so you could see the snow start to fall, and it was falling pretty heavily. you look out the window.

“oh my god. you guys, look. it’s snowing!” you say excitedly, not being used to seeing snow in north carolina.

“yep, it is… is that not a normal type weather?” sam said sassily. you pay and go outside. it is still snowing. you look up, feeling the cold snow hit your face. it sticks to your eyelashes and hair. you look over at dean and see him opening his mouth to try to catch it like a little kid.