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"Shit." Sam cursed quietly, a full blast of freezing wind whipping his face the second the door was open. He pulled his coat closer around him, glaring squinty-eyed out to the flurry of white before him.
To his side, Gabriel chuckled, much more prepared for the weather as he was bundled up with a hat, gloves and a thick winter jacket. (Stupid angel, he didn’t even NEED to dress up!) “Can’t handle a little snow, Sammy?” He could just hear the smirk in his voice.
To which the younger Winchester replied with a handful of snow down the archangel’s jacket.