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In the meadow we can build a snowman
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, “Are you married?” We'll say, “No man,
“But you can do the job when you're in town!”
Snow floated all about as they wandered through the park. Dean and Cas were bundled up tight against the cold weather, hats, scarves, gloves, coats, Cas even had snow boots on. Sam tried to convince them to wear one really long scarf between the two of them, but Dean drew the line at matching scarves. They walked arm in arm along the sidewalk, hands plunged into the pockets of their coats to stay warm. To their right was a pristine field of snow, unbroken but for the children playing further out.
“What are they doing?” Castiel asked, watching the children.
“They’re having a snowball fight.”
“Oh...”
“I guess you’ve never played in the snow, huh, Cas?”
“No, I haven’t. There’s never been an occasion to do so.”
“C’mon...” Dean veered off the sidewalk over into the snow, dragging Cas along with him. The angel teetered, then followed trekking through the tall drifts of snow.
“Are we going to have a snowball fight?”
“Nah, let’s start with something easier. Besides, snowball fights are more fun with more than just two people.”
“Okay, what are we going to do, then?”
“Build a snowman.”
Castiel released Dean when the man pulled away, stooping in the snow to pack two handfuls into a ball. Making a snowman couldn’t be difficult, Cas decided, after all, it had to be easier than building an actual man. He watched Dean closely.
“Alright, we need to make three of these, one huge, one medium sized and one smaller one. The small one is the head.”
“What are the arms and legs?” Castiel picked up some snow and started packing it like Dean had done.
“Sticks for arms, no legs. Just a big round ball at the bottom.”
“How do we make it bigger?”
“Like this!” Dean said, stooping once again. He set his snowball on the ground and began rolling it. “Do the same with yours.”
“Alright...” Castiel squatted down beside Dean and began rolling the snowball the same way Dean did. Together, they shuffled forward, rolling their smaller snowballs into larger and larger balls, growing as snow added to it and leaving a trail of packed snow in their wake. Because they were both big guys and there was tons of snow in the field, the snowman was going to be huge. When Dean decided that the middle ball was big enough, they left it there and rolled the bottom one together, bumping shoulders as they stood side by side, pushing the snowball.
They assembled their snowman easily, Dean told Cas to pick up the middle section and directed him in placing it on the bottom. Then they rolled a quick head and set it on top of that.
“I guess we need stuff for a face... You’re supposed to use coal, or something, but Sam and I just used rocks.” They hunted around for rocks and sticks to make the face and arms. Dean completely forgot about the carrot nose, because he and Sam never had food to waste on snowmen, even though they’d only ever made them once or twice as little kids.
When they finished the snowman, both men stood back and looked over their creation. The face was a little lopsided, the arms were uneven and Dean wrapped his scarf around the snowman’s neck. “It doesn’t look much like a man...” Castiel said, tipping his head to the side.
“Sure it does, it’s just a little ... special,” Dean shrugged. “Whatever, it’s your first time and it’s awesome.”
“Should we name it?”
“Name it? Why?”
“Because that’s what the song says.”
“What song?”
“Where they make a snowman and pretend he’s Parson Brown.”
“I knew a Pastor Jim once.”
“Okay, now he has to ask if we’re married.”
“Cas, come on, I think you need to stop listening to Christmas carols...” Dean gave Castiel a tug away from the snowman, laughing.