twenty-first ghost faced

[srsbusinessk]

[ Video / Open Action ]

[After yesterday's snow storm, it's far too cold to be outside, but Sam is sitting under a tree with a book, a simple hoodie his only real protection from the cold. When Sam reads, he reads, and it's easy to see how deep he is into the book. 100% concentration. Even still, every now and then, a small smile can be seen

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[backseatangel]

[Snowball. Splats right by your head. She regrets nothing. She's also smiling and balling another one in her hands. If you look closely you can see the cross he gave her around her neck and a hand-woven bracelet poking out from the cuff of a glove.]

[ooc: Did you see what Anna got him on her post? And you can backtag that if you like or not, I don't mind either way. Welcome back!!]

[srsbusinessk]

[He jumps at the explosion near his ear, then grins when he sees her.]

Oh, you totally asked for it.

[He sets the book down - on the snow! - and clambers to his feet, grabbing a fistful of snow to form into a snowball.]

[ooc; I did! I think I'll go hit it now. ^^ Thank you! ♥]

[backseatangel]

I've been fighting wars since before you were even prophesied, Winchester.

[She lets loose with her next throw as she dodges between two nearby trees.]

[srsbusinessk]

[He ducks his head and it brushes against his hair, sending a few cold icicles down his back.]

Just means I should have the advantage since I'm centuries younger, right?

[And there's a ball thrown in her direction while he runs parallel to her.]

[backseatangel]

[Stopping on the proverbial dime, the snowball flies just past her face.]

Inexperienced rookie.

[She starts running again, laughter on the air. She has a plan - a snow fort and a secret stash of snowballs she started making while he was so immersed in his book - and she wonders if he's going to fell into her little trap.]

[srsbusinessk]

[Her perfect dodge stops him in his tracks and he shakes his head with a laugh. This is so unfair.]

Maybe. But I grew up with Dean. Can't give up now.

[He tosses another and picks up the chase. He doesn't suspect a thing - he's too busy having fun.]

[backseatangel]

[The snowball catches her shoulder and she gasps as the cold drops down the back of her coat. She comes to a dead stop.]

Maybe you should.

[She disappears.]

[srsbusinessk]

[He stops and sucks the back of his teeth a little, looking around. Angels always have the upperhand! But then he remembers - and there's a smile. He walks over to where she was standing when she disappeared and calls out to her via angel radio while packing another ball in his hands.]

Pretty sure this counts as cheating, right?

[backseatangel]

All's fair in war and snowball fights. [She's reappeared, kneeling behind a nice sturdy snowfort that's behind and off to the side of him. Picking up one of the snowballs, she throws it at the back of Sam's head.]

And I hate losing!

[srsbusinessk]

[Sam catches wind of her just in time to turn - and the snowball that was meant for the back of his head hits him neatly in the face. The snow falls and he stands there with his lips pressed into a neat little line.]

Alright. You win.

[backseatangel]

[Anna gasped a little and covered her mouth with her hand.]

Sorry. Didn't mean to hit your face.

[srsbusinessk]

[He shakes his head, amused]

Nah, don't worry about it. Besides, all's fair in war and snowball fights.

[And he chucks his last snowball in her general direction, not really aiming for anything.]

[backseatangel]

[That's good, because he didn't really hit anything but her hand as she tried to catch it.]

You gave a decent chase, though.

[srsbusinessk]

I'll have to work on my angel catching techniques. Demons are easy enough, but angels are tricky.

[backseatangel]

It's all the disappearing.

[Speaking of, she appears next to him.]

It's useful, though.

[srsbusinessk]

Yeah, I bet. [He contemplates telling her that he can do it almost effortlessly now, but ultimately decides against it. Instead, he goes for playful.] I'll pick it up one day though, and then it's really on.