Spreading Holiday Cheer Dean/Castiel Commentfic Meme
Spreading Holiday Cheer Dean/Castiel Commentfic Meme
What it is: A low-key commentfic meme where everyone gets to post Dean/Castiel (or Jensen/Misha) prompts they'd like to see a commentfic about, and people comment back with ficlets fulfilling those wishes in the spirit of the holidays. A sort of un-Secret Santa, if you will (though I suppose ( Read more... )
What it is: A low-key commentfic meme where everyone gets to post Dean/Castiel (or Jensen/Misha) prompts they'd like to see a commentfic about, and people comment back with ficlets fulfilling those wishes in the spirit of the holidays. A sort of un-Secret Santa, if you will (though I suppose ( Read more... )
"Cas, the angel you put on top will be bigger than that damn thing. And why's it in a pot?"
"It's still growing. It will make a good tree."
"Cas, no midget trees. And if you say anything about how God loves all things however they look you can go and hunt evil Santa with Sam."
Why he'd thought that they needed a real tree anyway was beyond him. So they had a real house and he, Cas, and Sam were living together like a testosterone version of Three's Company. Did that mean they had to do all of this? But now here they were, in a parking lot by a Target, looking through all the trees with the happy families. "How about this one?"
Apparently being left out of Heaven's in crowd had dropped Castiel's I.Q. a few points. "Uh, Cas, our living room isn't Rockefeller Center." The tree was like, twelve feet tall.
"We could put it outside."
"Cas, the tree is going in the living room. The presents go under the tree." Castiel frowned. "Which means the tree has to fit in the living room."
Unfortunately, Castiel didn't like any of the trees Dean picked either. One was too fat, the other one was too skinny. The other one had a hole, the other was crooked. And on and on and on. "Fuck, Cas, let's just pick one and go home."
"...what about that one?" It was about Sam's height, full branches-beautiful. But, as fate would have it, Dean and another man reached it at the same time. "Hold it, buddy, we were here first."
"This is our tree," said the man, clearly ready to fight.
"I saw it first," Dean snapped, "and Cas likes it, so I'm taking it."
"Dean, it doesn't matter so much that you have to fight this man." Castiel pulled Dean away, to the little potted tree. "I still like this one."
So home they went with the little potted tree, and put in the living room. Dean had made a tiny angel (Sam bought a kit home along with a lot of pine boughs), that seemed to resemble Castiel, and put it on top of the tree, while Castiel draped the poor thing in enough tinsel to make it visible from space.
"...it doesn't look half bad." Dean said as he started to wrap Sam's presents. He glanced at Castiel, who looked, oddly, like he was getting nervous. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing. In the spring, we can plant the tree outside."
"Cas-"
"There is a present I want to give you."
"It's not Christmas yet, Cas. Not until next week." Castiel smiled at him. "But I'd like to give it to you now, if that's all right." Dean shrugged, always ready for presents. "Close your eyes." Dean shut them obligingly, and felt Castiel's lips press to his. Dean pulled back in surprise, landing on the floor. "Cas-what-?"
"I'm sorry." The angel bolted for the front door; Dean stood up to try and catch him, and tripped rather spectacularly over the red wrapping paper. By the time he'd stood up, the angel was gone. "Cas, come back. I didn't mean ...crap."
It was Christmas Eve, and Cas still hadn't come back. Dean had wrapped presents for him anyway, hiding them under the tree as if Cas was going to catch him. Sam had tried to talk about their missing housemate, but Dean wasn't really in the mood to say 'Cas kissed me and I was a jackass about it' to his brother. It wasn't as if he had fitted the angel with a tracking device, and he'd left his phone behind. Sam had suggested driving around looking for him; Dean had said it was a stupid idea and done it anyway. But it was almost midnight now, Sam was asleep, and Dean was up watching the snow fall. Under his shirt, he felt the usual warmth of Castiel's hand print on his shoulder, and he thought of the nerve it must have taken from Castiel to kiss him; nerve Dean himself didn't seem to have. "Cas, I'm sorry. Come home, okay?" Nothing happened, and Dean went out onto the porch. "I'm sorry, Cas, okay! I would have kissed you back, you know! Can't you fucking stay around for five seconds before running off to have a big angel emo moment?!"
"Apparently not." And Dean damn near fell off the porch, because there he was, smiling as if he'd just won the prize, and Dean grabbed him by his stupid coat and kissed his stupid chapped lips and, as the clock chimed midnight, realized this was his best Christmas ever.
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I'M BEYOND HAPPY RIGHT NOW B/C
1) MY PROMPTS NEVER GET FILLED
2) YOU DID EVERYTHING I ASKED FOR
3) THIS IS SUPER SUPPERRRRRRRRRRR CUTE
4) AWH BB CAS! LIKING A POTTED TREE! AND GETTING ALL SHY AND NERVOUS AND EMO!
5) AND AWH DEAN! MAKING AN ANGEL THAT LOOKS LIKE CAS! AND THINKING IT'S THE BEST XMAS EVARRR!
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I DID A LITTLE ARM FLAILY DANCE OF JOY AND I REALLY WISH I COULD HUG YOU THROUGH THE INTERNET RIGHT NOW!!! *BIG SMOOCHES AND HUGS AND XMAS CHEER*
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MOST AWESOME! <3
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Adorable story. <3
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