Fic: First Christmas, Sam/Dean
Here's the first of the Christmas prompt fics :)
This fic is for ai_kizu who asked me to write “Cas watching Sam and Dean celebrate a white Christmas. With lots of beautiful sappy goodness.” I hope this is what you meant! Merry Christmas! I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you over the last year and I’m so glad that we’re friends.
Title: First Christmas
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Castiel spends Christmas watching Sam and Dean.
It had been a long time since Dean had built a snowman - years, in fact. The last time, Sam had been ten years old and they’d been at Bobby’s and Sam had been in awe at the way his brother had turned a pile of snow into something that looked so great.
Sam had told him this before running off down the field to help Dean roll the snow into a solid, compact ball. Castiel leaned back against the fence, glad that he couldn’t feel the cold. The brothers were throwing snow at one another now and, as he watched, Dean dropped a handful of it down the back of Sam’s jumper and then pulled off his own hat, placed it on Sam’s head.
They turned back to their snowman as he walked closer; Dean shouting instructions at Sam, insisting that his way was right and Sam sighed, raised his eyebrows at Castiel and did what he was told to do.
He watched as Dean and Sam grew colder and colder; they didn’t seem to care. Dean finished the snowman and stood back to look at it, laughed when Sam wrestled him to the ground, getting them both covered in snow.
Sighing, Castiel headed back towards the motel to make some hot chocolate.
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Castiel averted his eyes as the Winchester brothers walked through the door, stopping briefly under the mistletoe that was hanging from the frame. He pointed at the mugs of hot chocolate and hit the switch for the lights on the tree.
Dean grabbed his mug, nodded his thanks, and headed over the window to pull the curtains shut, Sam following closely behind him. He watched for a moment before rolling his eyes; right, there was more mistletoe hanging just above where Dean had gone to stand.
A baby began to cry in the next room and Sam swore as the cry was answered by a shout. Dean wrapped his hand around Sam’s waist, murmured in his ear until he relaxed then tugged the lobe gently between his teeth.
He coughed, “What else do we do at Christmas?”
Sam turned to face him, his hand covering Dean’s on his waist, “Watch TV, drink a few beers. You know, just hang out.”
“Hang out?”
“Yeah,” Dean took a drink of his hot chocolate, licked away the froth from his mouth, “And then, once you’ve gone, we-”
Sam covered Dean’s mouth with his hand, “Cas doesn’t need to know about that.”
He nodded, “I agree. I really don’t think I need to.”
Dean smirked but didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he crossed over to the tree, knelt down next to it and pulled a present from underneath it. He stood back up, turned to Castiel and held it out.
“That’s for me?” He’d never even thought about getting anything for them; not that he couldn’t go out and get them something straight away but he still felt guilty.
“Yeah,” Sam stepped forwards so that he was standing next to Dean, “To say thank you for everything. And, you know, Merry Christmas.”
“Oh. Okay. Thank you.” He took it from Sam, pulled at the wrapping paper and let it drop to the floor. The trench coat felt soft in his hands, the material familiar but different. He looked up at Dean who grinned.
“That one’s starting to smell a bit.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Next, it was Sam’s turn to open his present from Dean. Castiel stepped back, leaned against the wall and tried to give them some privacy.
Sam took the present from his brother and sat down on one of the beds, Dean sitting cross-legged opposite him. Smiling, he tore at the wrapping paper and laughed when he saw the contents: a six-pack of beer.
“And,” Dean reached into his pocket, “Here’s your proper present.”
His head snapped up, “Dean, you didn’t have to-”
“I wanted to. Open it.”
This time, he opened it carefully, slowly, trying not to rip the paper. He glanced up at Dean, shook his head at the sight of his brother biting his lip.
“Damn, Dean.”
Castiel would have coughed, reprimanded Sam for the blasphemy, but he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt.
Sam picked the gift up and Castiel couldn’t help but smile; it was an amulet, very similar to the one that hung around Dean’s own neck. Dean reached forwards and took the present from Sam, placing it around his younger brother’s neck. Sam grinned, and then placed a hand on Dean’s hip, moving forwards to press his lips to Dean’s.
Castiel turned around, it was time go. He’d had his Christmas; it was time to let the Winchester brothers have theirs.
This fic is for ai_kizu who asked me to write “Cas watching Sam and Dean celebrate a white Christmas. With lots of beautiful sappy goodness.” I hope this is what you meant! Merry Christmas! I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you over the last year and I’m so glad that we’re friends.
Title: First Christmas
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Castiel spends Christmas watching Sam and Dean.
It had been a long time since Dean had built a snowman - years, in fact. The last time, Sam had been ten years old and they’d been at Bobby’s and Sam had been in awe at the way his brother had turned a pile of snow into something that looked so great.
Sam had told him this before running off down the field to help Dean roll the snow into a solid, compact ball. Castiel leaned back against the fence, glad that he couldn’t feel the cold. The brothers were throwing snow at one another now and, as he watched, Dean dropped a handful of it down the back of Sam’s jumper and then pulled off his own hat, placed it on Sam’s head.
They turned back to their snowman as he walked closer; Dean shouting instructions at Sam, insisting that his way was right and Sam sighed, raised his eyebrows at Castiel and did what he was told to do.
He watched as Dean and Sam grew colder and colder; they didn’t seem to care. Dean finished the snowman and stood back to look at it, laughed when Sam wrestled him to the ground, getting them both covered in snow.
Sighing, Castiel headed back towards the motel to make some hot chocolate.
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Castiel averted his eyes as the Winchester brothers walked through the door, stopping briefly under the mistletoe that was hanging from the frame. He pointed at the mugs of hot chocolate and hit the switch for the lights on the tree.
Dean grabbed his mug, nodded his thanks, and headed over the window to pull the curtains shut, Sam following closely behind him. He watched for a moment before rolling his eyes; right, there was more mistletoe hanging just above where Dean had gone to stand.
A baby began to cry in the next room and Sam swore as the cry was answered by a shout. Dean wrapped his hand around Sam’s waist, murmured in his ear until he relaxed then tugged the lobe gently between his teeth.
He coughed, “What else do we do at Christmas?”
Sam turned to face him, his hand covering Dean’s on his waist, “Watch TV, drink a few beers. You know, just hang out.”
“Hang out?”
“Yeah,” Dean took a drink of his hot chocolate, licked away the froth from his mouth, “And then, once you’ve gone, we-”
Sam covered Dean’s mouth with his hand, “Cas doesn’t need to know about that.”
He nodded, “I agree. I really don’t think I need to.”
Dean smirked but didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he crossed over to the tree, knelt down next to it and pulled a present from underneath it. He stood back up, turned to Castiel and held it out.
“That’s for me?” He’d never even thought about getting anything for them; not that he couldn’t go out and get them something straight away but he still felt guilty.
“Yeah,” Sam stepped forwards so that he was standing next to Dean, “To say thank you for everything. And, you know, Merry Christmas.”
“Oh. Okay. Thank you.” He took it from Sam, pulled at the wrapping paper and let it drop to the floor. The trench coat felt soft in his hands, the material familiar but different. He looked up at Dean who grinned.
“That one’s starting to smell a bit.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Next, it was Sam’s turn to open his present from Dean. Castiel stepped back, leaned against the wall and tried to give them some privacy.
Sam took the present from his brother and sat down on one of the beds, Dean sitting cross-legged opposite him. Smiling, he tore at the wrapping paper and laughed when he saw the contents: a six-pack of beer.
“And,” Dean reached into his pocket, “Here’s your proper present.”
His head snapped up, “Dean, you didn’t have to-”
“I wanted to. Open it.”
This time, he opened it carefully, slowly, trying not to rip the paper. He glanced up at Dean, shook his head at the sight of his brother biting his lip.
“Damn, Dean.”
Castiel would have coughed, reprimanded Sam for the blasphemy, but he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt.
Sam picked the gift up and Castiel couldn’t help but smile; it was an amulet, very similar to the one that hung around Dean’s own neck. Dean reached forwards and took the present from Sam, placing it around his younger brother’s neck. Sam grinned, and then placed a hand on Dean’s hip, moving forwards to press his lips to Dean’s.
Castiel turned around, it was time go. He’d had his Christmas; it was time to let the Winchester brothers have theirs.