Imagine: Imagine your otp get caught in a blizzard, so to pass the time they have sock-skating races around the house.

It was the night before Christmas, and all through the bunker, not a sound could be heard; Sam sat up researching in the library with coffee, Kevin sleeping quietly in his room. The candle light flickered, as Sam turned the page, reading through John's journal one more time. Kevin turned over in his sleep, the bed barely creaking. A smile on his face, for once it wasn't a nightmare. Everything was peaceful and ...

BANG

And ...

"DAMMIT CAS"

SQUEAK

BANG

Sam was startled awake, and turned to watch Dean come sliding at ridiculous speeds into the library. Cas following behind, trying to grab the back of Dean's shirt.

SMACK

Sam looked down to see Dean collapsed on the floor, with Cas lying on top and trying to get up.

A few seconds of scrabbling and Cas slid to the back of the room, crashing into multiple tables on the way. Dean followed in pursuit, banging into various lamps and bookshelves.

"I believe I won, Dean?" Cas commented, all mock innocence.

Dean huffed in reply and tried to regain his balance.

"Again. I race you to..... The kitchen!" Dean shouted.

The two were about to set off again, when Sam built up the courage to speak.

"What's going on? You know Kevin's trying to get some much needed shut-eye. I'm doing research."

"So? We can't go anywhere, Sammy!" Dean looked exaggeratedly shocked. "It snowed!"

"It's still a blizzard out there." Cas clarified.

"and?... What the hell are you doing?"

"Its a sock-skating race! And I'm determined to win this time!" Dean responded, waving his hands in the air.

"How drunk is he, Cas?" Sam turned to the angel, an eyebrow raised.

"Umm, not?" Cas looked scared.

"I don't mind."

Cas breathed a sigh of relief. Dean shouted "GO!" And the two started their race down to the kitchen. Leaving Sam shaking his head as he returned to the journal. Snow falling and sticking to the already covered ground outside.

" THE EYE OF THE TIGEEERR!"

Sam listened as Dean began singing Eye of the Tiger extremely loudly, before a loud crash was followed by

"JESUS FUCKING SHIT CHRIST"
And the sounds of Cas laughing his ass off in the kitchen.

Maybe being snowed in was okay for some, he thought.