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Adam sighed as the snow fell, some small flakes attaching themselves to his eyelashes before melting away and causing tears to appear in his eyes. Great, the young man thought tiredly. He looked around at the sparkling, twinkling, lights that decorated most of the houses. Christmas time... How nice...He hadn't gotten far, that much he knew. Maybe Samandriel would warm up to me before a snow storm hits or something... [[It's two am and I'm super tired but who, in their right mind, could pass up a cute Christmas story about the most adorable angel in the garrison and the cutest Winchester-Milligan there is? Alright, this is probably bad since it's late but I'll try to fix it... eventually... For now, enjoy this REALLY short story. Oh, I did think about letting that kiss just happen but who doesn't need a visit from the ever-gorgeous always-sexy blue-eyed angel? Okay, maybe I need sleep... Goodnight! Tell me if this was good or not and if I should do more chapters or something. Oh the part after the small line thingy is wayyy in the future.]]
Oh my God, Is this really happening?
