Our First Christmas
Title: Our First Christmas
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to WB/CW
Author's notes: Written for adictd2life over at deancas_xmas
Summary: The boys have Christmas at Bobby’s and Dean invites Castiel.
“Dean, what are you doing?” Sam asked as he came up behind him.
They were currently in a small town just outside of Rockford, Wisconsin, a small town in which they’d just completed a successful exorcism of a rather nasty poltergeist in the local doctor’s office, a small town that was famous for it’s six week long Christmas Fayre.
“You think angels celebrate Christmas?” Dean asked absently as he picked up a small snowman shaped bauble.
“I don’t know,” Sam said with a sigh, “Probably. Why?”
Dean shrugged, “Was just thinking, you know. Cas is gonna be all on his own this year, maybe he can spend it with us.”
Sam raised an eyebrow at him, “Are you serious?”
“Of course I am,” Dean nodded, “We should probably get him a gift too…”
“You want to get him a gift?” Sam asked, even more surprised now.
“Well, after everything he’s done, I figured he kinda deserves one. Why, there something wrong with that?”
“No, it’s just… you rarely even get me a gift, and when you do it’s usually something hastily bought at the gas station. Now you’re actually going out of your way to find something he might like?”
“Yeah well, about time I grew up a little,” Dean told him before he moved off to the next stall to see what they had there.
Deciding to give Dean space to pick out whatever gift he was hoping to get Castiel, Sam decided to go take a look at what was on sale himself. After all, Christmas was only a couple of weeks away. He already had Dean’s gift, got it a couple of months back, but he still had to get something for Bobby and if Dean was getting something for Castiel then maybe he should too… maybe he’d like some Stollen Cake or something.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Two weeks later and it was Christmas Eve.
For the first time ever, Sam and Dean weren’t spending it in a motel. Well, it was Dean’s first time. Sam had celebrated Christmas with Jess’s family a couple of times, so it was nice to get back out of the motels and into a warm, welcoming house.
Sure, Bobby’s house wasn’t exactly the picturesque family home, but after Sam and Dean had given the place a good clean as ordered the day before, they had put up a few decorations, including the small artificial Christmas tree in the corner. They hadn’t put an angel on top as Dean had said that was a bit insensitive, so Sam had fashioned a star out of some cardboard and tinfoil and fixed that to the top instead.
They were all sat in Bobby’s equivalent of a sitting room, Dean and Sam on the couch while Bobby rested back in his lazy boy, his wheel chair was parked in the corner while the fire blazed and they shared a bottle of brandy. The bird was in the oven, Bobby telling them that he had to start cooking it now or get up at five in the morning to do it.
Which kind of defeated the purpose of them ordering in a Chinese to prevent Bobby from having to cook, but they weren’t about to argue with him.
Dean was just finishing the last of the spring rolls (which were kind of cold now) when Castiel appeared in the door to the kitchen, making Dean almost jump out of skin and choke on his food.
“Cas!” he said, chastising him, “What the hell?!”
“My apologies,” Castiel said as he stepped in to the room.
“What are you doin here anyway?” Bobby asked him as Sam slapped Dean hard on the back as he continued to cough up food.
“Dean invited me.”
Bobby and Sam both turned to look at Dean, “What?” he asked, “Of course I was gonna invite him.”
Castiel smiled a little at him, while Bobby and Sam just rolled their eyes.
“Fine, sit down, have a drink,” Bobby said as he pulled his chair over and transferred himself onto it (the boys had long since stopped trying to help him as he was ‘more than capable of doing it himself’) and wheeled himself into the kitchen.
Since the only seat available was in between Sam and Dean, Castiel sat down gingerly, subconsciously sitting closer to Dean than Sam, not that Sam minded as it wasn’t the world’s biggest couch and the three of them weren’t exactly the smallest men either.
“Take your coat off,” Dean said, “Relax a little.”
Castiel obeyed, standing up again to shrug off his coat. Dean took it off of him and threw it over the arm of the couch as Sam poured him a drink.
“Here,” Sam said as he handed it to him.
“Thank you,” Castiel said as he looked down at it, studying it closely for a moment, “Is this alcoholic?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Dean nodded, “So take it easy,” he added.
Castiel nodded and made to lift the glass to his mouth, but before it met his lips, Dean grabbed his hand, “And don’t gulp it down like you did the beer, just sip it.”
“Of course,” Castiel said, Dean letting go and allowing him to finally take a small sip.
“Well?” Dean asked, “You like it?”
Castiel frowned as he thought about it, “Yes. I do. It’s much nicer than beer too.”
“When did you have beer?” Sam asked curiously.
Castiel blushed a little and looked down at his glass, using it as a distraction.
“We were in a bar once,” Dean lied, “Cas said he’d never tasted beer before so I bought him one.”
“Oh, okay,” Sam said, although something told him that there was more to this story than the both of them were telling them.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that night, after they had finished their second bottle of brandy and Bobby had turned the oven down so that the oven would cook nice and slow over night, they all decided that it was time for bed.
Bobby headed off to his room that used to be a dining room. Sam ad Dean had brought down his bedroom furniture and put it all in there for him before he had been discharged from the hospital. Luckily, there was already a bathroom on this floor so Bobby didn’t need to worry about trying to get up the stairs each day.
But of course that left an extra bedroom up the stairs and so Dean had claimed it as his own (it had an ensuite shower room!), for once beating Sam in rock paper scissors. He had moved the spare double from what was now Sam’s room into it, and had added a couple of bits of furniture here and there, making it his own. It was the first time he’d ever had his own room and so he may have been a little bit over excited about it.
As Sam and Bobby both headed to bed, they left Dean alone with Castiel. They obviously assumed that Castiel would stay down the stairs on the couch, but Dean had other ideas.
“You wanna come up stairs?” he asked him.
“What’s up stairs?” Castiel asked a small smile playing on his lips.
“My room,” Dean said as he took his glass off him and stood up, “Come on.”
Castiel let Dean take hold of his hand and lead him up the stairs, past Sam’s bedroom and into the room at the end of the hallway. He wasn’t really sure just what was going on, but he trusted Dean and so knew he would find out sooner rather than later.
As he sat himself down on the bed, Dean shut the door before going over to his wardrobe and pulling out a couple of beers from the cooler he had in there.
“I know you prefer the brandy but…” he trailed off, holding the beer out to Castiel.
“Thank you,” Castiel said as he took it off of him.
Dean sat down next to him and they were both silent for a few moments before Castiel spoke, “Dean, why did you invite me here tonight?”
“Well… you’re family,” Dean said, “And family shouldn’t be alone on Christmas.”
Castiel smiled at him, “As touched as I am, you do know that December twenty fifth isn’t the actual date of Jesus Christ’s birth?”
Dean rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah I know,” he said as he sat himself back against the headboard, patting the bed next to him so that Castiel would move back too, “I just… I still didn’t like the idea of you being alone.”
Castiel smiled and sipped at his beer, “Do you honestly think of me as family?” he asked.
“Course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
Castiel shrugged, “I don’t think your brother or Bobby think the same.”
“Yeah well, they’re stupid,” he told him, “We all know I’m the smart one.”
Castiel snorted slightly in amusement, “How could I forget?”
“Hey,” Dean said, punching him on the arm playfully, “You trying to say I’m dumb?”
“Not at all,” Castiel told him, his face void of any humour apart from his eyes that sparkled with great amusement, “I would never suggest such a thing.”
Dean nudged at him, forcing him to fall over onto his side. And that’s when Dean pounced. He knocked both their beers to the ground as he began to tickle Castiel. He had discovered not that long ago that the angel was more ticklish than anyone else he had ever met, but he had yet to do anything about it. Until now.
“Dean don’t,” Castiel wheezed as he tried to fight against his lightening quick fingers, squirming underneath him until his shirt had ridden up, which only allowed Dean direct access to his sensitive flesh,“Please,” he pleaded, but anything else he tried to say was swallowed by the undignified giggles that were encompassing him now.
Dean laughed along with him, his fingers slowing down until he was merely stroking Castiel’s side. Castiel stared up at him, a small smile on his lips as he rested his hands on top of Dean’s biceps.
Dean stared back down at him, his own smile beginning to disappear as the amusement of the situation was soon replaced by something else. He wasn’t sure how long they lay there, staring at each other for but before he knew what was happening, Dean had lowered his head and had captured Castiel’s kiss in a slow, lazy kiss.
He was surprised to feel Castiel kissing him back, no sign of hesitance or inexperience, but with a confidence and enthusiasm that spoke volumes. The only sign that Dean had taken him by surprise being the painful tightening of his grip on Dean’s arms before he let go and slid his hands up his shoulders to wrap around his neck instead.
And then, before Dean could really register what he was doing in his alcohol impaired brain, he had been flipped onto his back and Castiel was lying on top of him, pinning him to the bed as he deepened the kiss, making Dean moan a little as he did so.
“God Cas,” he said when Castiel finally pulled back, the both of them panting heavily, “What are we doing?”
“Considering you were the one who kissed me first, I thought you would know the answer to that,” Castiel said.
Dean rolled his eyes, “I hadn’t really thought past the kissing part,” he admitted.
“Well, we could always do that some more,” Castiel suggested, “It’s not unpleasant.”
“Gee thanks Cas,” Dean said as he pushed himself up to sit, Castiel straddling his thighs as he began to unfasten his tie, “That’s nice to know.”
“Fine,” Castiel said, “It was an earth shattering experience. If we don’t do it again soon, I fear I may die from the pain that our separated lips bring.”
Dean grinned, throwing Castiel’s tie onto the floor, “That’s more like it,” he said before pulling him back into another kiss.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The next morning, Sam had been woken by the sound of dishes being clattered together in the kitchen, which just happened to be below his room. And so realising that Bobby was already up and probably cooking them a hearty breakfast, he got up, pulled on a pair of tracksuit pants and a t-shirt and made his way down the stairs.
“Hey,” he said as he entered, smiling at the sight of Bobby wearing a santa hat with flashing bauble, “Happy Christmas.”
Bobby looked up from the egg he was whisking, “Happy Christmas son,” he said, a smile of his own, “Breakfast will be a little while yet if you wanna go wake Dean up.”
“Uh sure,” Sam nodded turning around, “Where’s Castiel?” he asked as he noticed the angel’s coat still lying on the arm of the couch.
“No idea,” Bobby said, although it sounded like he had a pretty good idea.
So Sam shrugged, yawned and made his way back up the stairs to his brother’s bedroom. He knocked lightly on the door, but when there was no answer he pushed it open, all ready to scream ‘Happy Christmas’ at the top of his voice, but as he stepped into the room, he froze in absolute shock.
There in the bed, was Dean. A naked Dean. And he was curled around what appeared to be an equally as naked Castiel, who was starfishing in the middle of the bed and Sam thanked all that was holy for the invention of bed sheets as that was not a part of the angel he had ever really wanted to see or imagine seeing.
As he shuddered slightly, he also noticed that the bedroom floor was strewn with both Dean and Castiel’s clothing from the night before, that it had all been thrown off in haste… a pair of boxer shorts hanging from the ceiling light.
He so didn’t want to wake them up.
However, it seemed as if his choice was taken away from him when Castiel opened his eyes and looked at him.
It all sort of happened in slow motion from there.
Castiel’s eyes slowly began to focus on him, before looking down at the sleeping form of Dean laying across his chest, then his eyes went wide with a mixture of shock and embarrassment and he shot up, throwing Dean off of him and onto the floor, his legs the only part of him to remain in the bed as his feet were tangled in bed sheets.
“What the Hell CAS!” Dean shouted as he tried to extricate himself.
“Sam!” was all Castiel was able to say.
“What?” Dean asked, and that’s when he turned his head and finally noticed the statuesque figure of Sam standing there, mouth agape from shock and eyes darting back and forward between both himself and Castiel, who was comically pulling the sheet up to his chin to cover himself.
Dean couldn’t help but burst out laughing at that, his loud bark startling both Sam and Castiel out of their shocked silences.
“This isn’t funny Dean,” Sam told him.
“I agree,” Castiel said.
“Oh come on,” Dean said as he sat himself back down on the bed, “It’s a little funny.”
Sam screwed his eyes shut, the sight of his brother in his birthday suit, leering at an angel not what he had wished for from Santa Claus.
“Sam would you excuse us while I kill your brother?” Castiel asked as he slapped Dean’s wandering hands away from him.
“Sure,” Sam said as he turned, “Bobby’s making breakfast so make it quick,” he added before leaving the room.
“You are incorrigible Dean Winchester,” Castiel told him.
Dean just grinned before leaning in for a soft kiss, “Happy Christmas Cas,” he told him, making Castiel smile right back.
“Happy Christmas Dean.”
THE END
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to WB/CW
Author's notes: Written for adictd2life over at deancas_xmas
Summary: The boys have Christmas at Bobby’s and Dean invites Castiel.
“Dean, what are you doing?” Sam asked as he came up behind him.
They were currently in a small town just outside of Rockford, Wisconsin, a small town in which they’d just completed a successful exorcism of a rather nasty poltergeist in the local doctor’s office, a small town that was famous for it’s six week long Christmas Fayre.
“You think angels celebrate Christmas?” Dean asked absently as he picked up a small snowman shaped bauble.
“I don’t know,” Sam said with a sigh, “Probably. Why?”
Dean shrugged, “Was just thinking, you know. Cas is gonna be all on his own this year, maybe he can spend it with us.”
Sam raised an eyebrow at him, “Are you serious?”
“Of course I am,” Dean nodded, “We should probably get him a gift too…”
“You want to get him a gift?” Sam asked, even more surprised now.
“Well, after everything he’s done, I figured he kinda deserves one. Why, there something wrong with that?”
“No, it’s just… you rarely even get me a gift, and when you do it’s usually something hastily bought at the gas station. Now you’re actually going out of your way to find something he might like?”
“Yeah well, about time I grew up a little,” Dean told him before he moved off to the next stall to see what they had there.
Deciding to give Dean space to pick out whatever gift he was hoping to get Castiel, Sam decided to go take a look at what was on sale himself. After all, Christmas was only a couple of weeks away. He already had Dean’s gift, got it a couple of months back, but he still had to get something for Bobby and if Dean was getting something for Castiel then maybe he should too… maybe he’d like some Stollen Cake or something.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Two weeks later and it was Christmas Eve.
For the first time ever, Sam and Dean weren’t spending it in a motel. Well, it was Dean’s first time. Sam had celebrated Christmas with Jess’s family a couple of times, so it was nice to get back out of the motels and into a warm, welcoming house.
Sure, Bobby’s house wasn’t exactly the picturesque family home, but after Sam and Dean had given the place a good clean as ordered the day before, they had put up a few decorations, including the small artificial Christmas tree in the corner. They hadn’t put an angel on top as Dean had said that was a bit insensitive, so Sam had fashioned a star out of some cardboard and tinfoil and fixed that to the top instead.
They were all sat in Bobby’s equivalent of a sitting room, Dean and Sam on the couch while Bobby rested back in his lazy boy, his wheel chair was parked in the corner while the fire blazed and they shared a bottle of brandy. The bird was in the oven, Bobby telling them that he had to start cooking it now or get up at five in the morning to do it.
Which kind of defeated the purpose of them ordering in a Chinese to prevent Bobby from having to cook, but they weren’t about to argue with him.
Dean was just finishing the last of the spring rolls (which were kind of cold now) when Castiel appeared in the door to the kitchen, making Dean almost jump out of skin and choke on his food.
“Cas!” he said, chastising him, “What the hell?!”
“My apologies,” Castiel said as he stepped in to the room.
“What are you doin here anyway?” Bobby asked him as Sam slapped Dean hard on the back as he continued to cough up food.
“Dean invited me.”
Bobby and Sam both turned to look at Dean, “What?” he asked, “Of course I was gonna invite him.”
Castiel smiled a little at him, while Bobby and Sam just rolled their eyes.
“Fine, sit down, have a drink,” Bobby said as he pulled his chair over and transferred himself onto it (the boys had long since stopped trying to help him as he was ‘more than capable of doing it himself’) and wheeled himself into the kitchen.
Since the only seat available was in between Sam and Dean, Castiel sat down gingerly, subconsciously sitting closer to Dean than Sam, not that Sam minded as it wasn’t the world’s biggest couch and the three of them weren’t exactly the smallest men either.
“Take your coat off,” Dean said, “Relax a little.”
Castiel obeyed, standing up again to shrug off his coat. Dean took it off of him and threw it over the arm of the couch as Sam poured him a drink.
“Here,” Sam said as he handed it to him.
“Thank you,” Castiel said as he looked down at it, studying it closely for a moment, “Is this alcoholic?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Dean nodded, “So take it easy,” he added.
Castiel nodded and made to lift the glass to his mouth, but before it met his lips, Dean grabbed his hand, “And don’t gulp it down like you did the beer, just sip it.”
“Of course,” Castiel said, Dean letting go and allowing him to finally take a small sip.
“Well?” Dean asked, “You like it?”
Castiel frowned as he thought about it, “Yes. I do. It’s much nicer than beer too.”
“When did you have beer?” Sam asked curiously.
Castiel blushed a little and looked down at his glass, using it as a distraction.
“We were in a bar once,” Dean lied, “Cas said he’d never tasted beer before so I bought him one.”
“Oh, okay,” Sam said, although something told him that there was more to this story than the both of them were telling them.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that night, after they had finished their second bottle of brandy and Bobby had turned the oven down so that the oven would cook nice and slow over night, they all decided that it was time for bed.
Bobby headed off to his room that used to be a dining room. Sam ad Dean had brought down his bedroom furniture and put it all in there for him before he had been discharged from the hospital. Luckily, there was already a bathroom on this floor so Bobby didn’t need to worry about trying to get up the stairs each day.
But of course that left an extra bedroom up the stairs and so Dean had claimed it as his own (it had an ensuite shower room!), for once beating Sam in rock paper scissors. He had moved the spare double from what was now Sam’s room into it, and had added a couple of bits of furniture here and there, making it his own. It was the first time he’d ever had his own room and so he may have been a little bit over excited about it.
As Sam and Bobby both headed to bed, they left Dean alone with Castiel. They obviously assumed that Castiel would stay down the stairs on the couch, but Dean had other ideas.
“You wanna come up stairs?” he asked him.
“What’s up stairs?” Castiel asked a small smile playing on his lips.
“My room,” Dean said as he took his glass off him and stood up, “Come on.”
Castiel let Dean take hold of his hand and lead him up the stairs, past Sam’s bedroom and into the room at the end of the hallway. He wasn’t really sure just what was going on, but he trusted Dean and so knew he would find out sooner rather than later.
As he sat himself down on the bed, Dean shut the door before going over to his wardrobe and pulling out a couple of beers from the cooler he had in there.
“I know you prefer the brandy but…” he trailed off, holding the beer out to Castiel.
“Thank you,” Castiel said as he took it off of him.
Dean sat down next to him and they were both silent for a few moments before Castiel spoke, “Dean, why did you invite me here tonight?”
“Well… you’re family,” Dean said, “And family shouldn’t be alone on Christmas.”
Castiel smiled at him, “As touched as I am, you do know that December twenty fifth isn’t the actual date of Jesus Christ’s birth?”
Dean rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah I know,” he said as he sat himself back against the headboard, patting the bed next to him so that Castiel would move back too, “I just… I still didn’t like the idea of you being alone.”
Castiel smiled and sipped at his beer, “Do you honestly think of me as family?” he asked.
“Course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
Castiel shrugged, “I don’t think your brother or Bobby think the same.”
“Yeah well, they’re stupid,” he told him, “We all know I’m the smart one.”
Castiel snorted slightly in amusement, “How could I forget?”
“Hey,” Dean said, punching him on the arm playfully, “You trying to say I’m dumb?”
“Not at all,” Castiel told him, his face void of any humour apart from his eyes that sparkled with great amusement, “I would never suggest such a thing.”
Dean nudged at him, forcing him to fall over onto his side. And that’s when Dean pounced. He knocked both their beers to the ground as he began to tickle Castiel. He had discovered not that long ago that the angel was more ticklish than anyone else he had ever met, but he had yet to do anything about it. Until now.
“Dean don’t,” Castiel wheezed as he tried to fight against his lightening quick fingers, squirming underneath him until his shirt had ridden up, which only allowed Dean direct access to his sensitive flesh,“Please,” he pleaded, but anything else he tried to say was swallowed by the undignified giggles that were encompassing him now.
Dean laughed along with him, his fingers slowing down until he was merely stroking Castiel’s side. Castiel stared up at him, a small smile on his lips as he rested his hands on top of Dean’s biceps.
Dean stared back down at him, his own smile beginning to disappear as the amusement of the situation was soon replaced by something else. He wasn’t sure how long they lay there, staring at each other for but before he knew what was happening, Dean had lowered his head and had captured Castiel’s kiss in a slow, lazy kiss.
He was surprised to feel Castiel kissing him back, no sign of hesitance or inexperience, but with a confidence and enthusiasm that spoke volumes. The only sign that Dean had taken him by surprise being the painful tightening of his grip on Dean’s arms before he let go and slid his hands up his shoulders to wrap around his neck instead.
And then, before Dean could really register what he was doing in his alcohol impaired brain, he had been flipped onto his back and Castiel was lying on top of him, pinning him to the bed as he deepened the kiss, making Dean moan a little as he did so.
“God Cas,” he said when Castiel finally pulled back, the both of them panting heavily, “What are we doing?”
“Considering you were the one who kissed me first, I thought you would know the answer to that,” Castiel said.
Dean rolled his eyes, “I hadn’t really thought past the kissing part,” he admitted.
“Well, we could always do that some more,” Castiel suggested, “It’s not unpleasant.”
“Gee thanks Cas,” Dean said as he pushed himself up to sit, Castiel straddling his thighs as he began to unfasten his tie, “That’s nice to know.”
“Fine,” Castiel said, “It was an earth shattering experience. If we don’t do it again soon, I fear I may die from the pain that our separated lips bring.”
Dean grinned, throwing Castiel’s tie onto the floor, “That’s more like it,” he said before pulling him back into another kiss.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The next morning, Sam had been woken by the sound of dishes being clattered together in the kitchen, which just happened to be below his room. And so realising that Bobby was already up and probably cooking them a hearty breakfast, he got up, pulled on a pair of tracksuit pants and a t-shirt and made his way down the stairs.
“Hey,” he said as he entered, smiling at the sight of Bobby wearing a santa hat with flashing bauble, “Happy Christmas.”
Bobby looked up from the egg he was whisking, “Happy Christmas son,” he said, a smile of his own, “Breakfast will be a little while yet if you wanna go wake Dean up.”
“Uh sure,” Sam nodded turning around, “Where’s Castiel?” he asked as he noticed the angel’s coat still lying on the arm of the couch.
“No idea,” Bobby said, although it sounded like he had a pretty good idea.
So Sam shrugged, yawned and made his way back up the stairs to his brother’s bedroom. He knocked lightly on the door, but when there was no answer he pushed it open, all ready to scream ‘Happy Christmas’ at the top of his voice, but as he stepped into the room, he froze in absolute shock.
There in the bed, was Dean. A naked Dean. And he was curled around what appeared to be an equally as naked Castiel, who was starfishing in the middle of the bed and Sam thanked all that was holy for the invention of bed sheets as that was not a part of the angel he had ever really wanted to see or imagine seeing.
As he shuddered slightly, he also noticed that the bedroom floor was strewn with both Dean and Castiel’s clothing from the night before, that it had all been thrown off in haste… a pair of boxer shorts hanging from the ceiling light.
He so didn’t want to wake them up.
However, it seemed as if his choice was taken away from him when Castiel opened his eyes and looked at him.
It all sort of happened in slow motion from there.
Castiel’s eyes slowly began to focus on him, before looking down at the sleeping form of Dean laying across his chest, then his eyes went wide with a mixture of shock and embarrassment and he shot up, throwing Dean off of him and onto the floor, his legs the only part of him to remain in the bed as his feet were tangled in bed sheets.
“What the Hell CAS!” Dean shouted as he tried to extricate himself.
“Sam!” was all Castiel was able to say.
“What?” Dean asked, and that’s when he turned his head and finally noticed the statuesque figure of Sam standing there, mouth agape from shock and eyes darting back and forward between both himself and Castiel, who was comically pulling the sheet up to his chin to cover himself.
Dean couldn’t help but burst out laughing at that, his loud bark startling both Sam and Castiel out of their shocked silences.
“This isn’t funny Dean,” Sam told him.
“I agree,” Castiel said.
“Oh come on,” Dean said as he sat himself back down on the bed, “It’s a little funny.”
Sam screwed his eyes shut, the sight of his brother in his birthday suit, leering at an angel not what he had wished for from Santa Claus.
“Sam would you excuse us while I kill your brother?” Castiel asked as he slapped Dean’s wandering hands away from him.
“Sure,” Sam said as he turned, “Bobby’s making breakfast so make it quick,” he added before leaving the room.
“You are incorrigible Dean Winchester,” Castiel told him.
Dean just grinned before leaning in for a soft kiss, “Happy Christmas Cas,” he told him, making Castiel smile right back.
“Happy Christmas Dean.”
THE END