You grab your duffle, swinging it behind your shoulder. You look behind to ensure your brothers are still asleep in their room. You open the door feeling a blast of cold air hit you in the face.

You drop your bag, your mouth hanging low. You let out a shriek that fills the bunker. Your brothers run out of their room, guns aimed and ready to shoot anything that came to your harm.

"Y/N? What's wrong," Sam asks, still half asleep.

You look behind to see them looking at you with curiosity. You open the door more to show off the fluffy, white powdered snow that laid freshly on the ground. Dean grins, puts down his gun, and looks over to sam.

"Well, what are we waiting for!? Get dressed!" You cheered, running past them and back to your room.

You push open your door finding your black leggings and a matching sweater. You put on your favorite beanie and then a pair of gloves. You run back out in the hallway to see your brothers already dressed and anxious to go outside.

Before you can run out, Sam grabs you causing you to stop. You look at him whining like a four-year-old.

"Your shoes?" He raises his eyebrows, looking down at your fuzzy socks.

You chuckle, grabbing a pair of your combat boots from the living room floor. After being entirely ready, you go outside to meet the chilly air. You laugh, throwing snow up in the air as you saw in the movies.

With each step you take, you enjoy the crunch of the snow beneath your feet. You kneel, collecting a ball of snow and compacting it together. You stand back up, slowly turning around. You see Dean, who tries shoving off the snow on his car.

You aim then fire the snowball towards him. It hits directing on his upper arm, which makes him freeze.

"I challenge the squirrel and moose to the ultimate, most epic snowball fight ever." You grin, cracking your knuckles.

"See, baby sister, the moose was made for cold air," Sam steps up, bouncing up and down a little.

"And see the squirrel; you'll never see him coming," Dean smiles, grabbing a handful of snow.

You turn back, running towards the woods to find a shield behind a tree. You grab some snow looking back but can't see your brothers. You step away from the tree just in time to get hit in the chest with the first snowball.

You throw it towards Sam hitting him in the face. You laugh, running away to find a different cover. Dean grabs you halfway, spinning you around and slamming you down in the snow.

You crawl away, shoving snow in his face and yelling, "Eat dirt," even though it's snow, it sounds more extraordinary when you say eat dirt.

You run back towards the bunker, hiding beneath the Impala. You cover your mouth to ensure your brothers can't hear the sound of your breathing. You see your brother's feet approach the car, but they can't see you.

"How the hell do you lose a (y/a) child," you hear Dean complain, looking around.

You giggle lightly, reaching your hand towards his foot. You grab it yanking him back and making him lose balance for a second. You roll from under the car, laughing and throwing snowballs at both.

"I win," you shrug, smiling and walking back in the bunker.

Your brothers follow, mumbling under their breath. You sit at the table while Dean goes into the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. Sam sits beside you, and you put your feet across his lap.

"So what's my prize," you ask smugly.

"A big hug and kiss," Dean puts the mug in front of you, spreading his arms wide.

"Can I return it for a new phone," you joke, which doesn't make Dean laugh?

"You know, sometimes I wish I had a little brother," he walks away, grabbing his and Sam's mug.

"No, you don't. You love me," Dean comes back, sitting beside you, opening his laptop and clicking on Netflix.

"Yeah, I do, kid," he puts his arm around you, bringing you closer to him.

You snuggle up against your big brothers while enjoying the best homemade hot cocoa. It was a perfect snow day until somebody ruined it...

"I don't understand, Dean; if snow is white, then why do people say don't eat the yellow snow," Cas asks from behind.

You sigh, removing your legs from Sam and sitting up to face Cas.

"Hey Cas, why don't you sit down and watch some Netflix with us," Dean asks the confused angel.

"Okay, but if it's like the pizza man, I won't understand,"

"Okay, who wants to play a game," You clap your hands together, grabbing a board game from the cabinet in the den.

You lay out the board game instructing Cas how to play. Hopefully, the rest of the day will remain the same; if not, you always had a kick of seeing Dean get annoyed by Cas's questions.