This is a composição literária prompt I posted to my Tumblr awhile ago. It is sort of a Destiel story, sort of not. I randomly came up with it so I wrote it out finally. Sorry of how short it is anyways, I hope you like it :)
This is written in Cas' POV
It was a frosty dia sometime in December. That cold, white stuff they call snow was all over the place. The Winchester had asked me to cadastrar-se them that dia while they played in it. I watched from afar, wondering why they were handling it and molding it into balls. How could this wet stuff even be made into a ball?
I looked down at my feet, feeling myself sinking...
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