Cas was waiting in his usual spot when Dean came cursing out of his last class.
“Why did the world decide to get cold now?”
“I don’t think it decided-“
“Yeah, I’m just annoyed. I don’t think I did that great on my last test. Everything was just too easy and that’s the problem with math, if it’s easy, you’re normally just wrong.”
“Well, at least it’s Christmas break.”
“Yeah.” Dean smiled at Cas and let out a small laugh. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Aren’t we going to wait for Sam?”
“He’s going to a thing with Jess. Kid looked so happy I thought he was going to cry.”
Large red and brown leaves lay slick against the wet sidewalk. Cas missed the fall, when he and Sam and Dean would attempt to crunch as many leaves as possible on the walk home, not minding that they looked like five year olds, fighting each other for the biggest leaves.
“I’m just saying, everything would be easier if they just gave me the car for Christmas. Then I wouldn’t have to walk when it’s so freaking cold outside.”
“Why don’t you just bring gloves if you get cold every day?”
“I did! I brought gloves today and someone must have taken one or something because I’m missing one!”
“Well at least put it on.” Dean slid his backpack off one shoulder and pulled out a black, lint covered glove and shoved it on his hand. Then he threw out his arms, one hand black and the other white with cold.
“I look ridiculous. I look like reverse Michael Jackson and I’m still freezing.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and Cas unwrapped the scarf from around his neck, turned toward Dean, and wrapped it around his neck. Dean’s mouth hung slightly open. He pulled Dean’s ungloved hand and held it in his own and began pulling Dean down the street. Dean coughed a little and tried to say something that sounded something like I…well…I…it’s ha…well…ha. Dean’s face burned red and was thankful for the cold air against his skin.