Jack’s seen a lot in his long life, but the cold December night in 1917 when Castiel showed up among his men, in uniform, always felt like his own personal Christmas miracle. There was no chance for anything beyond a few furtive touches, but it was all he needed, even as the artillery rained down around them and the freezing cold and wet turned the trench into sticky slush. Probably it was no coincidence that he lost no men that night and the angel was gone by dawn.

This is so lovely. And yes, I can tell you were listening to Bellau Wood. 😉

For what its worth, that actually popped in my head before I listened to it, after I watched White Christmas