Heaven had finally returned Castiel to Earth, finally satisfied that their persuasion had been effective. Upon returning Castiel had had every intention to find Dean immediately but the moment he appeared it became evident that there were larger concerns. Such as the snow storm in August.
Curious, Castiel lay down on his back in the snow, unaware of the irony and looked up at the heavens. Magic was most certainly the cause, he could feel the disturbance it was causing in the natural order. He closed his eyes and tried to trace the magic back to its origin. Time passed quickly as he lay there, unknowingly just outside the Demon Sanctuary, searching the heavens for answers. It was a surprise therefore, when opening his eyes after accepting the fruitlessness of his task, to find that he had been buried alive by the constant blizzard of snow that fell from the sky.
His first instinct was to simply poof out of the snow and into his home and as a solider he went with that instinct. Nothing happened. Confused, Castiel tried again. Still buried. It would seem that either Angels had a crippling weakness to snow that they had completely missed up until now or Heaven had taken away his poofing privileges without telling him. The latter seemed the more likely.
His second instinct was to use Angel Radio, not that he expected a response from anyone. They were hardly going to send someone down just to get him out, they would just leave him there unable to move until it melted. It wasn't as if he would die from it after all and it was his own stupid fault for exchanging the dimensions of space for that of magic during a snow storm.
If anyone is nearby or free to come down, I require some assistance... I'm stuck Castiel broadcasted along with his location on the off chance that one of his brothers or sisters might actually come to his aid. Silently Castiel prayed to his Father that Dean was inside, warm and safe with a supply of hamburgers to last him until the storm was over.