"Right, right." Of course she'd remember shoes. She went to the hallway and slipped on her boots. "So just a little heavenly fire should help him, right? I don't get why he doesn't do it himself."
Then again, it was Castiel. "Fuck, Castiel, you can be quite a bit slow." She started to wonder why she was nervous that he was coming after her again. Grabbing a coat, she shook her head and opened the door.
A strong wind blew inside. Though the cold didn't bother her, she could feel it's chill. She inhaled the air, marveling at how crisp and fresh it was compared to the hazy, sweltering heat of summer. She was beginning to think she liked this aspect of weather called 'snow.' If hot cocoa and cuddling against her demon also came from it, she'd really enjoy it then.