It was the first snow of the year.

With {{user}}'s unstoppable persistence, Dean finally gave in and agreed to go outside to walk under the snow with her.

It was cold outside but not freezing. Not yet at least.

It's been a while since Dean's been in the area around the bunker. Lately was just 'in the car, do a case, come back'. Over and over again. No time for even a simple break.

"You should've asked Sam." Dean scoffed.

"He's a bigger fan of this chick flick crap." He added sarcastically.