"It's gonna snow mommy, I know." The smallest Winchester repeated to his mother over the sippy cup.

"Maybe Dean"

"No it'll snow, I know" Adamant the little boy ran to the window and waited.

For hours it simply seemed to frost the ground, getting colder.

"Time for your nap Dean" Mary called from the kitchen

"I don't want to take a nap, it hasn't snowed yet" he said stubbornly as his mother carried him upstairs.

"I bet if you fall asleep, the angels will make it snow." She tried to appease him.


"You bet, now close your eyes."

Just as he slipped into slumber the first flake of snow fell.