Last 5 Days of Advent Challenge 2012
Title: Snow Angels
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam liked to make snow angels when he was a kid but hasn't made one in years.
Characters/pairings: Sam, Dean
Note: Day 21 at adventchallenge. Prompt #16 Angels.
It was Christmas Eve at Bobby's. After the boys spent much of the day before decorating the tree with popcorn strands and paper chain ribbon, they were all ready to settle down and relax with a few beers in front of the television watching football games.
Apparently, part of Sam's definition of relaxing included running outside first thing in the morning to play in the snow.
Up until Sam turned into a moody teenager, Dean was always letting Sammy indulge in his absolute delight at playing in the snow. No matter where the Winchesters lived Sam would always search out snow banks to build forts in or flat open spaces to make his favorite; angels.
A fresh snow fall had come down the night before at Bobby's and Sam couldn't wait to go out and play, even if he was in his twenties. He loved the clean, crisp quality the air had in the morning after a big snow storm. He loved the soft white blankets and puffs of snow that covered every surface. And he loved to destroy all of those puffy mounds of powder.
Stepping out onto the porch dressed in three layers of clothes, Sam's first act was to swipe his hand down the railing and brush all the snow off the top. He then headed down the stairs kicking and swiping snow everywhere. He had his eye on a flat surface of snow just in front of the house. It would be perfect for making snow angels; smooth, flat and fluffy.
Sam lined himself up with the best spot and casually fell backwards into the snow. He lay there for a few minutes, just letting the cold seep into his bones. It was very cold, but it was also comforting. The snow had molded to his body, gently cradling his head and back. It was marvelous.
After a while Sam started to move. His arms swept up and down and his legs moved from side to side. When he was satisfied there was enough snow pushed out of the way, Sam stealthily got to his feet and admired his work. There in the snow was a huge snow angel. The first he'd made since the winter he was eleven. After that he decided that he was too grown up to be playing in the snow like a little baby, but that didn't mean he hadn't missed it.
Title: That silly Santa hat
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: While Sam is having fun in the snow Dean and Cas sit on the porch watching him.
Characters/pairings: Dean/Castiel
Note: Day 22 at adventchallenge. Prompt #20 Kissing Santa Clause
Meanwhile, Dean and Cas could be found sitting on the top step watching Sammy. They'd had their fun the day before while making a snowman and decided that even though the new snow fall was tempting, it was just too damn cold to be getting sopping wet like Sam.
"Just look at that sasquatch making his sasquatch snow angel." Dean said fondly. He glanced over at Cas and had to hold back his laughter at just how cute Cas looked in his red and white Santa hat. Instead he just grinned. Cas had found the hat just before checking out at the grocery store the other day and decided that he had to have it.
In fact, Dean had been grinning at Cas for about twenty four hours straight because Cas absolutely refused to take off the silly hat. But somehow it was OK because Cas seemed to be grinning right back. Like he was right then, and like usual Dean just couldn't bring himself to look away.
Dean knew that he and Cas could get into some pretty epic starting contests. But none had seemed so heated as the few they had shared in the past couple days. Usually, right about now there would be someone to cough or clear their throat, then Cas and Dean would jump back and try not to look at each other for the rest of the day. They usually lasted about fifteen minutes.
But at this particular moment, with Bobby still sleeping on his cot and Sammy working on his second snow angel, there was no one around to break them apart. Dean found himself moving ever so much closer to Cas. His head tilted to just the right angle and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Dean knew he was lining himself up to kiss Cas but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to care.
As their lips met, Dean and Cas finally closed their eyes and the staring contest was over. For a moment they shared a calm and slow kiss, but quickly they turned their staring contest into a battle of lips and tongues. The kiss was fierce and heated. Dean knew that this is what all the heated stares were leading up too and instead of freaking out, Dean decided to go with it and just enjoy the moment.
There was time for freaking out later, like when Sam and Bobby learned of the new development between Dean and his angel.
Title: All I want for Christmas Is You
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: After dinner the boys and Bobby are sitting in the living room and admiring their decorations, Cas has one more decoration he wants to put up and he needs Sam's help.
Characters/pairings: Sam/Castiel, Dean, Bobby
Note: Day 23 at adventchallenge. Prompt #1 Mistletoe and wine
"Dinner was great Bobby, thanks!" Sam patted his belly with a grin. "I'm so full."
"You'd better be full, boy. You ate an entire half of that whole pot of lasagna. I swear it, if I didn't care about you all as much as I do I wouldn't be keeping you boys around thanks to the way you go through my pantry." Bobby's tone was gruff but the little smile on his face told the boys that they'd better keep eating everything Bobby put in front of them.
"I'm glad we decided to come here this year. We should make it a thing huh, Bobby? What'd you say to having all of us up here every Christmas from now on?" Sam looked at his brother in shock. Taking one year off of hunting to visit a friend was one thing, but to take time off every year just didn't sound like Dean at all.
"That sounds like a fine idea Dean. Just don't go getting sappy on me now, ya hear?" Bobby looked pointedly at Dean and Sam. "You come over and it's beer and football and maybe a few snow ball fights. No more crafts to decorate the tree and singing carols by the fire place."
Cas looked confused. "We didn't sing any carols by the fireplace but that sounds like a good idea, may we?"
"NO." said Sam, Dean and Bobby. Castiel's face fell.
"Can we watch inspirational Christmas movies on the television?"
"No." Said Bobby and Dean. Sam had stayed quiet for this one.
"Sammy?" Dean looked at his brother, shock and disgust on his face. "Really? You're into all those sappy Christmas movies?"
"Well, they're not all that bad." Sam tried defending his manly honor. He didn't give it much of a shot because he knew Dean would do whatever Sam and Cas wanted to do and Bobby, well Bobby would be overruled and would just have to deal.
"Great! Only, before we start the moveis can we put up this one more decoration I found in the box?" Cas held up a sprig of mistletoe.
"What's the point in that? There aren't any girls around here for you all to be kissing." Bobby didn't catch the quick glance Dean and Cas shared.
"That doesn't matter. The point is that it's tradition. All the Christmas songs and stories mention hanging mistletoe." Cas pleaded his case.
"Fine, fine. Whatever, just don't break anything." Bobby was already starting to wheel himself out of the living room toward the kitchen. "I need some whisky. If we ain't going to watch sports I need something stronger."
"Sam, you're the tallest, would you help me hang it here?" Cas pointed at a spot on the ceiling. He handed the mistletoe to Sam and stepped back to watch him work.
"Cas, would you get the remote while you're up?" Dean called from his relaxed position on the couch. The remote was on the table behind Sam so Cas had to duck around him carefully so as not to upset his balance. As Cas turned back around with the remote in his hand Sam had just finished hanging the mistletoe and stepped back to check if it looked alright. He and Cas collided together and landed in a pile on the floor.
Once they had gotten their bearings, Cas looked up past Sam's head to the ceiling where he hung the mistletoe. "Looks good Sam. You hung it right where I wanted it." Cas's gaze shifted to meet Sam's.
Sam's eyes opened and looked into Cas's. Their staring contest didn't last as long as Cas's and Dean's usually would, nor was it as heated, but there was something about staring into Castiel's eyes at that moment, that Sam just couldn't get enough of.
But before he knew it the contest was over. Cas had moved his head close enough and swiftly enough to lock lips with the youngest Winchester with out Sam even noticing.
This kiss didn't start soft and slow like the one with Dean. It went straight to fierce and heated. Strangely enough, Dean didn't jump up and separate the two. He was comfortable enough to just sit there for a minute and watch as his brother and his angel made out. If he were being completely honest with himself he might have admitted to feeling aroused by the image, but as it was he decided he was simply feeling generous.
After a few moments he stood up and said he was going to go help Bobby find the whisky and it'd be smart for the two of them to be finished by the time they came back. He figured he was going to need some of the good stuff too, if he was going to survive the night.
Title: Faithful Friend Who Are Dear to Us
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 15
Summary: It is Christmas morning and Dean discovers that he's woken up in bed with Castiel in the middle of a Winchester sandwich.
Characters/pairings: Dean/Castiel Sam/Castiel, maybe pre-Sam/Castiel/Dean
Note: Day 24 at adventchallenge. Prompt #19 Yule-tide Gay
Dean's first conscious thought was that Castiel's hair smelt very good that morning. Like cinnamon and cloves. His second thought was to question why he knew what Cas's hair smelt like and why Cas was in bed with him.
Wait, Cas is in my bed? What's going on? Dean figured that the two had been sleeping quite comfortably together; Dean on his back with Cas curled up on his side, his head on Dean's shoulder. Even now, he felt as though he could just close his eyes and fall right back asleep, except for one thing. There was another person in the room.
Dean held his breath for a few heartbeats and was able to distinguish two sounds of sleep-breathing. One he could identify as Castiel's because every time he heard someone breath out he felt the corresponding puff of air on his chest. The other he could identify because he had spent his entire childhood and most of his adult life hearing those same sleep-sounds from his brother. Sam was the other person in the room with him and Cas. And, judging by the way Dean was nearly falling off the edge of the bed, Sam was probably also in bed with them.
Deciding that panicking was probably not the way to go right now with the other two so sound asleep, Dean simply stayed where he was and tried to remember what had happened the night before to get the three of them where they were now.
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After watching one horribly sappy Christmas movie of Cas's choice, Bobby said good night and kicked them out of his bedroom. Dean grabbed the half empty bottle of whisky and the three of them made their way to the large guest bedroom upstairs. There were actually two bedrooms on the second floor in addition to Bobby's master bedroom, but one was hardly bigger than a closet. Every time they would visit, Sam and Dean would flip a coin to decide who got to sleep in the big room. Now with Cas along, that tradition didn't change except that there was a third person to flip with and two winners instead of one.
Cas and Dean had won the latest flip and were staying in the big room together. So logically that's where all three of them went to continue their private Christmas Eve party.
Sam entered the room and flopped down face first on the bed. "I can't believe you won the big bedroom again!" Sam's muffled voice was barely heard through the comforter. "You must cheat. You always win the big room."
"I can assure you, Sam that with what angelic grace I have left I still would be able to tell if Dean cheated somehow. He did not cheat the coin flip." Castiel sat down on the bed beside Sam. "I did."
Sam's head lifted up off the comforter. Dean turned around to face Cas from the dresser where he was pouring himself a glass of liquor. "What'd ya mean, Cas? You used your angelic mojo to win against Sam?" Dean came over to Cas and sat down next to him. "I'm so proud of you!" He reached over and ruffled Castiel's hair affectionately.
"Actually, I won the flip because I wanted to be nearer to you, Dean." Cas said. He turned and faced Dean. Their epic heated staring contest was revived. This time it moved quicker than ever into a kiss; even before Sam could fake-cough and break them apart.
As soon as Sam realized what was happening he cleared his throat in embarrassment and started to get up off of the bed. "Right, um. I'll just go..."
But before he could do more than roll over and sit up on the edge of the bed, Cas had broken off the kiss with Dean and turned around to face Sam. "Don't go, please Sam. I wanted to be nearer to you too, but the both of you were so insistent on that game of yours to choose bedrooms, I didn't know how to say I just wanted the three of us to share together." He leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on Sam's lips. "Please stay."
Sam looked over Cas's shoulder to his brother. Dean's eyes were opened wide in shock and disbelief. It was one thing to kiss his angel friend and enjoy it, it was another thing to watch his angel friend kiss his brother and maybe enjoy the view but it was a completely different thing to hear his angel friend invite his brother to share the night in the same bed with the other two and thoroughly enjoy the idea.
If there was ever going to be a moment for Dean to freak out, this would be it.
Except that when Sam looked over to him, Dean couldn't find anything that amounted to disgust or repulsion in Sam's eyes. In fact, Sam was looking somehow aroused yet hesitant. "Are you OK with that, Dean?"
Dean took a moment to think about the development of the evening. "Guess so, Sammy. Seems we're all a little yule-tide Gay, huh?"
Sam groaned. "Not funny dude."
Title: Let Nothing You Dismay
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 15
Summary: A little later in the morning, the brothers and the angel talk about what happened and what might happen in the future.
Characters/pairings: Sam/Castiel, Dean/Castiel, maybe pre-Sam/Castiel/Dean
Note: Day 25 at adventchallenge. Prompt #18 Tidings of comfort and joy
After thinking for a few minutes on how the three of them ended up in bed together, Dean decided he was too tired to get up right then and went back to sleep. He was woken up later on as Sam rolled out of bed the bed and started to pull his jeans on.
"So, did we... Did anything happen last night?" Dean asked quietly.
Sam laughed softly, "Why, what do you think might have happened?"
"I don't know! That's why I'm asking you!" Dean said a bit more forcefully.
"Don't worry, Dean. Nothing happened." Sam pulled his sweatshirt down over his head. "You and Cas kissed one more time and then you passed out. Cas insisted that I sleep here too and so we rolled you over and somehow managed to squeeze in together. And don't take this the wrong way dude, but that is not a great first impression to give to your new boyfriend."
Dean had managed to gently maneuver himself from underneath Cas and sit up by this time. "Shhhh, you'll wake him." Dean pulled the covers further up over Cas's shoulders as he rolled off of the bed.
"Too late." Came a muffled groan from the bed.
"Cas! Sorry we woke you." Dean searched the ground and found his jeans and shoes on the floor by his feet. He lifted his head and glared meaningfully at his brother.
"We didn't think you'd want to sleep uncomfortably in your jeans, so Cas took them off after we'd gotten you situated."
Cas sat up in bed. The blanket bunched up around his waist. "Are you OK, Dean. I hope we didn't do something to upset you last night."
"Hum, yeah. No my jeans. That's fine, thanks for taking them off. I would have been totally uncomfortable now if I still had them on." Dean pulled said jeans back up over his legs.
"That doesn't mean you are totally comfortable right now though, does it?" Cas observed. "What has made you upset?"
"Um, maybe the fact that I just slept in bed with a male angel and my brother and we all but three-way kissed last night? I need time to process that kind of shit, you know?" Dean sat back down on the bed with a flop. "I wasn't gay or 'angel-sexual' until yesterday, OK. This is all very new to me."
"It is new to me too, Dean." Said Castiel. He moved up on the bed and sat a bit closer to Dean. "But I really like the both of you, and I would like to get to know the both of you on a more intimate level. There need not be any interaction between the two of you, if you don't wish it."
Sam sat on the other side of the bed. "I really like you too, Cas. And yeah, anything with Dean might be taking things a little too far for the moment."
"For the moment? What do you mean by that Sam?" Dean shot out of bed and glared at his brother.
"You can't deny that you felt something when watching Sam and I kiss, Dean. I saw it in your eyes afterward. You two make me happy. And it would be the highest honor if we three could share in that joy together. But I understand if we have to work up to that point." Cas stood up and pulled Dean's head in for another kiss.
"And what do you say to that, Sam?" Dean asked after the kiss had finished.
"I say that I would like to see where this goes, too. I think Cas and I can certainly get along, and if it turns into more," He shrugged. "Then I'll go with that, too."
Dean stood stock still for a few moments. He had to process what Sam and Cas were telling him. Cas said he wants to have a threesome relationship with me and my brother, but he'll take what he can get for now. And Sam basically said he'd go along with whatever Cas wanted.
Dean decided to put the big decision on the back burner for the moment and concentrate on more pressing issues. "Ok, that's enough of tidings of comfort and joy for now. Who wants breakfast?"
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam liked to make snow angels when he was a kid but hasn't made one in years.
Characters/pairings: Sam, Dean
Note: Day 21 at adventchallenge. Prompt #16 Angels.
It was Christmas Eve at Bobby's. After the boys spent much of the day before decorating the tree with popcorn strands and paper chain ribbon, they were all ready to settle down and relax with a few beers in front of the television watching football games.
Apparently, part of Sam's definition of relaxing included running outside first thing in the morning to play in the snow.
Up until Sam turned into a moody teenager, Dean was always letting Sammy indulge in his absolute delight at playing in the snow. No matter where the Winchesters lived Sam would always search out snow banks to build forts in or flat open spaces to make his favorite; angels.
A fresh snow fall had come down the night before at Bobby's and Sam couldn't wait to go out and play, even if he was in his twenties. He loved the clean, crisp quality the air had in the morning after a big snow storm. He loved the soft white blankets and puffs of snow that covered every surface. And he loved to destroy all of those puffy mounds of powder.
Stepping out onto the porch dressed in three layers of clothes, Sam's first act was to swipe his hand down the railing and brush all the snow off the top. He then headed down the stairs kicking and swiping snow everywhere. He had his eye on a flat surface of snow just in front of the house. It would be perfect for making snow angels; smooth, flat and fluffy.
Sam lined himself up with the best spot and casually fell backwards into the snow. He lay there for a few minutes, just letting the cold seep into his bones. It was very cold, but it was also comforting. The snow had molded to his body, gently cradling his head and back. It was marvelous.
After a while Sam started to move. His arms swept up and down and his legs moved from side to side. When he was satisfied there was enough snow pushed out of the way, Sam stealthily got to his feet and admired his work. There in the snow was a huge snow angel. The first he'd made since the winter he was eleven. After that he decided that he was too grown up to be playing in the snow like a little baby, but that didn't mean he hadn't missed it.
Title: That silly Santa hat
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: While Sam is having fun in the snow Dean and Cas sit on the porch watching him.
Characters/pairings: Dean/Castiel
Note: Day 22 at adventchallenge. Prompt #20 Kissing Santa Clause
Meanwhile, Dean and Cas could be found sitting on the top step watching Sammy. They'd had their fun the day before while making a snowman and decided that even though the new snow fall was tempting, it was just too damn cold to be getting sopping wet like Sam.
"Just look at that sasquatch making his sasquatch snow angel." Dean said fondly. He glanced over at Cas and had to hold back his laughter at just how cute Cas looked in his red and white Santa hat. Instead he just grinned. Cas had found the hat just before checking out at the grocery store the other day and decided that he had to have it.
In fact, Dean had been grinning at Cas for about twenty four hours straight because Cas absolutely refused to take off the silly hat. But somehow it was OK because Cas seemed to be grinning right back. Like he was right then, and like usual Dean just couldn't bring himself to look away.
Dean knew that he and Cas could get into some pretty epic starting contests. But none had seemed so heated as the few they had shared in the past couple days. Usually, right about now there would be someone to cough or clear their throat, then Cas and Dean would jump back and try not to look at each other for the rest of the day. They usually lasted about fifteen minutes.
But at this particular moment, with Bobby still sleeping on his cot and Sammy working on his second snow angel, there was no one around to break them apart. Dean found himself moving ever so much closer to Cas. His head tilted to just the right angle and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Dean knew he was lining himself up to kiss Cas but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to care.
As their lips met, Dean and Cas finally closed their eyes and the staring contest was over. For a moment they shared a calm and slow kiss, but quickly they turned their staring contest into a battle of lips and tongues. The kiss was fierce and heated. Dean knew that this is what all the heated stares were leading up too and instead of freaking out, Dean decided to go with it and just enjoy the moment.
There was time for freaking out later, like when Sam and Bobby learned of the new development between Dean and his angel.
Title: All I want for Christmas Is You
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: After dinner the boys and Bobby are sitting in the living room and admiring their decorations, Cas has one more decoration he wants to put up and he needs Sam's help.
Characters/pairings: Sam/Castiel, Dean, Bobby
Note: Day 23 at adventchallenge. Prompt #1 Mistletoe and wine
"Dinner was great Bobby, thanks!" Sam patted his belly with a grin. "I'm so full."
"You'd better be full, boy. You ate an entire half of that whole pot of lasagna. I swear it, if I didn't care about you all as much as I do I wouldn't be keeping you boys around thanks to the way you go through my pantry." Bobby's tone was gruff but the little smile on his face told the boys that they'd better keep eating everything Bobby put in front of them.
"I'm glad we decided to come here this year. We should make it a thing huh, Bobby? What'd you say to having all of us up here every Christmas from now on?" Sam looked at his brother in shock. Taking one year off of hunting to visit a friend was one thing, but to take time off every year just didn't sound like Dean at all.
"That sounds like a fine idea Dean. Just don't go getting sappy on me now, ya hear?" Bobby looked pointedly at Dean and Sam. "You come over and it's beer and football and maybe a few snow ball fights. No more crafts to decorate the tree and singing carols by the fire place."
Cas looked confused. "We didn't sing any carols by the fireplace but that sounds like a good idea, may we?"
"NO." said Sam, Dean and Bobby. Castiel's face fell.
"Can we watch inspirational Christmas movies on the television?"
"No." Said Bobby and Dean. Sam had stayed quiet for this one.
"Sammy?" Dean looked at his brother, shock and disgust on his face. "Really? You're into all those sappy Christmas movies?"
"Well, they're not all that bad." Sam tried defending his manly honor. He didn't give it much of a shot because he knew Dean would do whatever Sam and Cas wanted to do and Bobby, well Bobby would be overruled and would just have to deal.
"Great! Only, before we start the moveis can we put up this one more decoration I found in the box?" Cas held up a sprig of mistletoe.
"What's the point in that? There aren't any girls around here for you all to be kissing." Bobby didn't catch the quick glance Dean and Cas shared.
"That doesn't matter. The point is that it's tradition. All the Christmas songs and stories mention hanging mistletoe." Cas pleaded his case.
"Fine, fine. Whatever, just don't break anything." Bobby was already starting to wheel himself out of the living room toward the kitchen. "I need some whisky. If we ain't going to watch sports I need something stronger."
"Sam, you're the tallest, would you help me hang it here?" Cas pointed at a spot on the ceiling. He handed the mistletoe to Sam and stepped back to watch him work.
"Cas, would you get the remote while you're up?" Dean called from his relaxed position on the couch. The remote was on the table behind Sam so Cas had to duck around him carefully so as not to upset his balance. As Cas turned back around with the remote in his hand Sam had just finished hanging the mistletoe and stepped back to check if it looked alright. He and Cas collided together and landed in a pile on the floor.
Once they had gotten their bearings, Cas looked up past Sam's head to the ceiling where he hung the mistletoe. "Looks good Sam. You hung it right where I wanted it." Cas's gaze shifted to meet Sam's.
Sam's eyes opened and looked into Cas's. Their staring contest didn't last as long as Cas's and Dean's usually would, nor was it as heated, but there was something about staring into Castiel's eyes at that moment, that Sam just couldn't get enough of.
But before he knew it the contest was over. Cas had moved his head close enough and swiftly enough to lock lips with the youngest Winchester with out Sam even noticing.
This kiss didn't start soft and slow like the one with Dean. It went straight to fierce and heated. Strangely enough, Dean didn't jump up and separate the two. He was comfortable enough to just sit there for a minute and watch as his brother and his angel made out. If he were being completely honest with himself he might have admitted to feeling aroused by the image, but as it was he decided he was simply feeling generous.
After a few moments he stood up and said he was going to go help Bobby find the whisky and it'd be smart for the two of them to be finished by the time they came back. He figured he was going to need some of the good stuff too, if he was going to survive the night.
Title: Faithful Friend Who Are Dear to Us
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 15
Summary: It is Christmas morning and Dean discovers that he's woken up in bed with Castiel in the middle of a Winchester sandwich.
Characters/pairings: Dean/Castiel Sam/Castiel, maybe pre-Sam/Castiel/Dean
Note: Day 24 at adventchallenge. Prompt #19 Yule-tide Gay
Dean's first conscious thought was that Castiel's hair smelt very good that morning. Like cinnamon and cloves. His second thought was to question why he knew what Cas's hair smelt like and why Cas was in bed with him.
Wait, Cas is in my bed? What's going on? Dean figured that the two had been sleeping quite comfortably together; Dean on his back with Cas curled up on his side, his head on Dean's shoulder. Even now, he felt as though he could just close his eyes and fall right back asleep, except for one thing. There was another person in the room.
Dean held his breath for a few heartbeats and was able to distinguish two sounds of sleep-breathing. One he could identify as Castiel's because every time he heard someone breath out he felt the corresponding puff of air on his chest. The other he could identify because he had spent his entire childhood and most of his adult life hearing those same sleep-sounds from his brother. Sam was the other person in the room with him and Cas. And, judging by the way Dean was nearly falling off the edge of the bed, Sam was probably also in bed with them.
Deciding that panicking was probably not the way to go right now with the other two so sound asleep, Dean simply stayed where he was and tried to remember what had happened the night before to get the three of them where they were now.
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After watching one horribly sappy Christmas movie of Cas's choice, Bobby said good night and kicked them out of his bedroom. Dean grabbed the half empty bottle of whisky and the three of them made their way to the large guest bedroom upstairs. There were actually two bedrooms on the second floor in addition to Bobby's master bedroom, but one was hardly bigger than a closet. Every time they would visit, Sam and Dean would flip a coin to decide who got to sleep in the big room. Now with Cas along, that tradition didn't change except that there was a third person to flip with and two winners instead of one.
Cas and Dean had won the latest flip and were staying in the big room together. So logically that's where all three of them went to continue their private Christmas Eve party.
Sam entered the room and flopped down face first on the bed. "I can't believe you won the big bedroom again!" Sam's muffled voice was barely heard through the comforter. "You must cheat. You always win the big room."
"I can assure you, Sam that with what angelic grace I have left I still would be able to tell if Dean cheated somehow. He did not cheat the coin flip." Castiel sat down on the bed beside Sam. "I did."
Sam's head lifted up off the comforter. Dean turned around to face Cas from the dresser where he was pouring himself a glass of liquor. "What'd ya mean, Cas? You used your angelic mojo to win against Sam?" Dean came over to Cas and sat down next to him. "I'm so proud of you!" He reached over and ruffled Castiel's hair affectionately.
"Actually, I won the flip because I wanted to be nearer to you, Dean." Cas said. He turned and faced Dean. Their epic heated staring contest was revived. This time it moved quicker than ever into a kiss; even before Sam could fake-cough and break them apart.
As soon as Sam realized what was happening he cleared his throat in embarrassment and started to get up off of the bed. "Right, um. I'll just go..."
But before he could do more than roll over and sit up on the edge of the bed, Cas had broken off the kiss with Dean and turned around to face Sam. "Don't go, please Sam. I wanted to be nearer to you too, but the both of you were so insistent on that game of yours to choose bedrooms, I didn't know how to say I just wanted the three of us to share together." He leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on Sam's lips. "Please stay."
Sam looked over Cas's shoulder to his brother. Dean's eyes were opened wide in shock and disbelief. It was one thing to kiss his angel friend and enjoy it, it was another thing to watch his angel friend kiss his brother and maybe enjoy the view but it was a completely different thing to hear his angel friend invite his brother to share the night in the same bed with the other two and thoroughly enjoy the idea.
If there was ever going to be a moment for Dean to freak out, this would be it.
Except that when Sam looked over to him, Dean couldn't find anything that amounted to disgust or repulsion in Sam's eyes. In fact, Sam was looking somehow aroused yet hesitant. "Are you OK with that, Dean?"
Dean took a moment to think about the development of the evening. "Guess so, Sammy. Seems we're all a little yule-tide Gay, huh?"
Sam groaned. "Not funny dude."
Title: Let Nothing You Dismay
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 15
Summary: A little later in the morning, the brothers and the angel talk about what happened and what might happen in the future.
Characters/pairings: Sam/Castiel, Dean/Castiel, maybe pre-Sam/Castiel/Dean
Note: Day 25 at adventchallenge. Prompt #18 Tidings of comfort and joy
After thinking for a few minutes on how the three of them ended up in bed together, Dean decided he was too tired to get up right then and went back to sleep. He was woken up later on as Sam rolled out of bed the bed and started to pull his jeans on.
"So, did we... Did anything happen last night?" Dean asked quietly.
Sam laughed softly, "Why, what do you think might have happened?"
"I don't know! That's why I'm asking you!" Dean said a bit more forcefully.
"Don't worry, Dean. Nothing happened." Sam pulled his sweatshirt down over his head. "You and Cas kissed one more time and then you passed out. Cas insisted that I sleep here too and so we rolled you over and somehow managed to squeeze in together. And don't take this the wrong way dude, but that is not a great first impression to give to your new boyfriend."
Dean had managed to gently maneuver himself from underneath Cas and sit up by this time. "Shhhh, you'll wake him." Dean pulled the covers further up over Cas's shoulders as he rolled off of the bed.
"Too late." Came a muffled groan from the bed.
"Cas! Sorry we woke you." Dean searched the ground and found his jeans and shoes on the floor by his feet. He lifted his head and glared meaningfully at his brother.
"We didn't think you'd want to sleep uncomfortably in your jeans, so Cas took them off after we'd gotten you situated."
Cas sat up in bed. The blanket bunched up around his waist. "Are you OK, Dean. I hope we didn't do something to upset you last night."
"Hum, yeah. No my jeans. That's fine, thanks for taking them off. I would have been totally uncomfortable now if I still had them on." Dean pulled said jeans back up over his legs.
"That doesn't mean you are totally comfortable right now though, does it?" Cas observed. "What has made you upset?"
"Um, maybe the fact that I just slept in bed with a male angel and my brother and we all but three-way kissed last night? I need time to process that kind of shit, you know?" Dean sat back down on the bed with a flop. "I wasn't gay or 'angel-sexual' until yesterday, OK. This is all very new to me."
"It is new to me too, Dean." Said Castiel. He moved up on the bed and sat a bit closer to Dean. "But I really like the both of you, and I would like to get to know the both of you on a more intimate level. There need not be any interaction between the two of you, if you don't wish it."
Sam sat on the other side of the bed. "I really like you too, Cas. And yeah, anything with Dean might be taking things a little too far for the moment."
"For the moment? What do you mean by that Sam?" Dean shot out of bed and glared at his brother.
"You can't deny that you felt something when watching Sam and I kiss, Dean. I saw it in your eyes afterward. You two make me happy. And it would be the highest honor if we three could share in that joy together. But I understand if we have to work up to that point." Cas stood up and pulled Dean's head in for another kiss.
"And what do you say to that, Sam?" Dean asked after the kiss had finished.
"I say that I would like to see where this goes, too. I think Cas and I can certainly get along, and if it turns into more," He shrugged. "Then I'll go with that, too."
Dean stood stock still for a few moments. He had to process what Sam and Cas were telling him. Cas said he wants to have a threesome relationship with me and my brother, but he'll take what he can get for now. And Sam basically said he'd go along with whatever Cas wanted.
Dean decided to put the big decision on the back burner for the moment and concentrate on more pressing issues. "Ok, that's enough of tidings of comfort and joy for now. Who wants breakfast?"