[FIC] Do You Want to Put Up the Angel for this_impulse
Gift type: Fanfic
Title: Do You Want to Put Up the Angel
Author: bellaxcarlisle
Recipient: this_impulse
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2306
Warnings: Fluff. Lots and lots of fluff.
Spoilers: None
Summary: After all Dean, Sam, and Cas have been through, they're just now getting a home, and are spending their very first Christmas together. But what's Christmas without a little love sprinkled in the air? Dean finds out that there is someone after all these years of fighting monsters who finally gets him and loves him just the way he is.
Author notes: Yes, Dean, Sam, and Cas tend to like to say each others names a lot. Anyways, merry Christmas to all of you - I hope you have a stocking filled with Dean and Cas in the flesh.
“Dean, relax. Not every bump in the night means that you have to pull out your gun or holy water. Go back to sleep.” Sam murmured, annoyed at Dean's constant bothering him of every scary sound that might mean that they would have to go all ninja on someone.
But Sam's words of 'comfort' didn't relax Dean. If anything, it made him more like a scared child. So it was this feeling of being defenseless that made Dean creep down the stairs, past Sam's snoring, to the hallway with his gun in hand, slowly opening up the door.
“Hello, Dean.”
Dean jumped, and then sighed as he saw Castiel, his angel, standing on the doorstep holding a... tree.
“Dude, what are you doing? It's three in the morning.”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
Dean rubbed his eyes as Cas cocked his head to the side. “I heard noises, and I thought... well I didn't think it was you.” He looked down with an emotionless chuckle, before turning his gaze back up to Cas and the tree. “Where did you even get the tree? And why did you get it?”
Cas pouted his lips a little, making Dean smile. “It's Christmas, Dean! We need a tree! I pulled it out of the ground in the park down the street. It only made a minimal amount of effort to fight back.”
Dean looked at the roots coming out from the bottom of the tree, to Cas, and back at the roots. “Oh my god... just go back to Heaven already.”
“Dean!”
“Alright! Sorry! Come on, let's get inside before we freeze to death out here... or I guess before I freeze. Just put the tree in the living room.”
Cas marched inside, easily setting down the abnormal Christmas tree in a stand that Dean had fetched out of the closet. They stood there admiring it for a moment before Dean started to shiver. “Great, now I think I'm sick. You want some hot cocoa?” He looked at Cas out of the corner of his eyes with a tired look, but smiled when he saw Castiel's eyes light up.
“That'd be great, Dean.”
Dean bustled around the kitchen making their hot chocolate, making sure to sprinkle some peppermint on top of Cas's, knowing that it was his favorite. He set the mugs down on the island before making himself comfortable standing next to it. Cas took his mug in both hands, putting his mouth right up against it and closing his eyes as he took in the smell. Dean couldn't help but watch him as he drank his cocoa in silence - every small human moment that Cas made, prodding in his side as a reminder of what having Cas live with them meant.
“Dean?” Cas woke Dean up from his daydream; his light and innocent voice bringing a smile to Dean's face.
Dean almost choked on his hot chocolate as he looked at Cas's face. “You, uh... you have a hot chocolate mustache.” He chuckled as Cas looked at him blankly. “Here, I'll just....” he trailed off as he leaned over the counter to wipe the mustache off of Cas. His hand lingered there as Castiel stared at him with his beautiful blue eyes, making Dean's green ones soften. Then remembering who he was with, he quickly pulled away, hesitating at the last minute as a flicker of hurt flashed across Cas's face. All of a sudden, a branch smacked the window as the wind picked up, making Dean jump. He looked down, closing his eyes in shame at his fear. Dean felt a warm arm wrap around his back and opened his eyes to see a concerned Castiel standing next to him.
“I'm sorry... it's just I'm scared of -”
“Hell.” Cas whispered and Dean nodded.
“I'm so scared, Cas. I don't deserve the life that we're living now....” Dean leaned his head into Cas's neck letting a few tears run down his cheek. With Cas, he didn't feel as much like a child for crying as he would with Sam or anyone else. It felt normal.
They stood there together for what seemed like hours, before Cas hesitantly took Dean's hand in his and led him over to the fireplace where they sat together on the ground. “Come on, Dean. You need to get some sleep.”
“I'm not tired.” Dean protested, yawning at the same time.
“You can't lie to me, Dean Winchester. If you go to sleep now, I'll let you put the angel on the tree tomorrow.” Dean smiled, lying down. He looked for a place that he could put his head, but Cas silently understood, and placed it in his lap.
Dean fell asleep with his fingers intertwined with Castiel's, and to the sound of him happily singing 'Jingle Bells'.
“Dean?” Dean grunted in response to Sam's nagging voice. “Dean, if you don't get up now, Cas is going to kill you. He wants to get the tree decorated.” Dean continued to grumble, moving his hands to cover his ears. He could hear a sigh, and he inwardly smiled at himself for pissing Sam off so much. “He made you bacon and cinnamon rolls.”
“I'm up!” Dean pushed himself off the ground in one fluid sweep, exaggerating his running, and making his way to the kitchen where Cas was sitting at the island, fiddling with his oven mitts. “I hear you have some food.”
Cas smiled, sliding a steaming plate of bacon and a cinnamon roll in front of Dean. Scooting a chair up, Dean scarfed down the food like he hadn't eaten in years. “Mmmff... Cas... that'ssss deliciousss!” His mouth was full, and all Cas could do was smile. Sam came in, passing Dean with his signature bitch face. “Don't talk with your mouth full.”
“Don'ttt talk wizth yourrrr mouth fulll.” Dean mocked him, putting a big grin on Cas's face.
When he was done with his food, he put his fork down with a loud clank, and looked at Cas with hopeful eyes.
“No, Dean, there's no pie.” Dean looked dismayed but Cas just chuckled and took his plate from him. “Do you want to decorate the tree?”
“Can I just watch you guys?”
Dean ended up cross legged on the floor as Sam and Cas put on the small ornaments and the lights. He watched as Cas stood on his tip toes trying to put a red, circular ornament on the higher part of the tree. He was too short, and it was wearing him out trying to stretch. “Hey, I can get it for you.” Dean got up, grabbing a hold of Cas's hand that was wrapped around the ornament, and pushing him up higher. “Almost there.” They stretched, and finally Dean's fingers pushed the hook onto a top branch. Dean let go Cas's hand, but the angel was beaming. “Thank you.”
“You know you could have asked me.” Sam reached to the top of the tree to easily hook on another ornament. Dean blushed, knowing that he didn't want Sam to help Cas out.
“Do you want to put on the angel now, Dean?” Cas was holding onto a small and plastic angel, holding it out to Dean.
“Yeah, I do.” Dean grinned, quickly grabbing Cas around the knees and throwing him over his shoulder.
“Help me out Sam?” Sam sighed, but put Dean on his shoulders and lifted him up. Dean carefully slid Cas off his shoulder and into his lap, making Sam grunt. “Use those muscles, Sammy!” Dean laughed, returning his gaze to a frightened looking Castiel. “Hey,” he whispered, “I'm not going to let you fall.” He held onto the plastic angel in his own angel's hands, looking straight into Cas's eyes. “We put it up together, OK?” Cas nodded, looking more confident than he did before. “Together.” They slid the angel on the top of the tree - their fingers brushing each other's, sending shivers down Dean's spine.
“Hold onto Dean, Cas, 'cause you guys are coming down.” Cas wrapped his arms tightly around Dean's neck, as Sam lifted them back onto the ground. Cas continued to sit in Dean's lap, staring into his eyes.
“Alright then.” Sam ran his hand through his hair and walked away awkwardly. But Dean didn't alter his gaze, and instead wrapped his arm even tighter around Cas's waist. “Hey, guys!” Sam's shocked voice disrupted them, and they looked over to where Sam was looking out the window. “It's snowing!”
And indeed it was. Sam almost smashed the door against the wall trying to get out, sending Dean into a massive fit of laughing. Castiel just stood there; a look of amazement filling his face, and Dean had to grab his hand to lead him outside. “You're going to love snow, Cas.” The first crunch against Cas's feet sent a huge grin cascading onto his face. He reached down to feel it's texture - watching it melt against his scorching fingers. “It's beautiful, Dean.”
Something hard and cold hit Dean's back, forcing him to turn around. “Hey, no fair, Sam! I wasn't even ready!” Sam threw another snowball, this time hitting Cas square in the chest. The angel had no clue what was happening, so Dean quickly showed him how to form a snowball and send it hurling at Sam who had now made himself a fort.
“It's like cookie dough, only wetter.” Dean laughed, sending a snowball over to hit Sam on the head. Cas's first snowball hit Sam in the eyes, sending Dean back into his fit of hilariousness. Their snowball fight took hours to finish, with Sam victorious and whooping like he had just won an Olympic medal. Dean was shivering, and his nose was red, which caught the attention of Cas. The angel spent no time wasting wrapping Dean inside his trenchcoat with him. Cas's arms encircled Dean's back, causing Dean to only be inches away from Castiel.
“Thanks, Cas.” The angel smiled back tenderly, continuing to hold on tight.
Sam sneaked up next to him, bringing his face next to both of their closely proximate ones. He slipped mistletoe over their heads, snickering like a five year old. “Now you have to kiss each other.” Cas looked shock but Dean smiled at his brother. He knew Sam wasn't being a total child - but more that he was noticing something that Dean should have noticed before, and was taking action.
“Cas?”
“Yes, Dean?” Cas was shaking nervously, but Dean stopped it when he put his hands up against Cas's face. Dean leaned in, his lips barely touching Cas's, letting his angel move in when he was ready. And he did move closer - Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, kissing him tenderly for several minutes before they had to pull away.
“Cas, I love you.” Dean whispered, looking at Cas with hopeful eyes, fearful that he would be rejected. But Cas just smiled, and leaned in to kiss Dean one last time. “I love you too, Dean.” Their fingers found their way to intertwining with each other, and they walked back inside hand in hand.
-
“For you.” Cas looked shy as he handed over Dean's present, but Dean was beaming.
“To Dean, from Cas.” Dean ripped the carefully wrapped, wrapping paper to see a note inside. It said, 'Heaven.' “Heaven?”
Cas smiled, grabbing the box from Dean and stepping inside it. He put the lid over his head and then jumped out with a huge grin on his face. “Surprise, Dean! I'm your Heaven!”
Dean grabbed his stomach to keep himself from losing his breath after laughing so hard. “Oh, god, Cas... you're my perfect version of Heaven. Thank you.” He leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Breathing against his skin, Dean whispered, effectively creating goosebumps on Cas's skin, “I have a present for you too.” Dean pulled out his own messily wrapped box out from under the tree, handing it to Castiel. Cas took it in his hands, grinning when he saw what was inside.
“You knew just what I wanted, Dean.”
“I figured that amount of hot chocolate mix would get you through the winter.” Dean smiled as he watched Cas take out hundreds of cocoa packets.
“Hey, Dean, thanks for the new knife!” Sam exclaimed from his corner seat. This was one day where Sam was actually Sam, and it made Dean glad to see his brother so happy.
“No problem. Thanks for the new tires for my baby.” He shifted in his place, admiring the tires Sam had gotten for the Impala, when Cas stuck another wrapped present under Dean's nose. “Whoa, another one?” Cas just smiled as Dean opened up his present.
Inside was a roughly made pair of cardboard wings, with tape attached to the ends so that they would stick on your back. “Cas....” Dean couldn't even finish - but he didn't need to. He carefully stuck them on his back, and turned to see Cas wrapping his arms around Dean's neck; snuggling his face into his shoulder.
“I love you, Dean.”
Dean smiled into Cas's hair, brining his arms around to hold Cas closer. “I love you too.”
“Merry Christmas.”
“Merry first Christmas to you too, Cas. You better be here for all the rest.”
Title: Do You Want to Put Up the Angel
Author: bellaxcarlisle
Recipient: this_impulse
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2306
Warnings: Fluff. Lots and lots of fluff.
Spoilers: None
Summary: After all Dean, Sam, and Cas have been through, they're just now getting a home, and are spending their very first Christmas together. But what's Christmas without a little love sprinkled in the air? Dean finds out that there is someone after all these years of fighting monsters who finally gets him and loves him just the way he is.
Author notes: Yes, Dean, Sam, and Cas tend to like to say each others names a lot. Anyways, merry Christmas to all of you - I hope you have a stocking filled with Dean and Cas in the flesh.
“Dean, relax. Not every bump in the night means that you have to pull out your gun or holy water. Go back to sleep.” Sam murmured, annoyed at Dean's constant bothering him of every scary sound that might mean that they would have to go all ninja on someone.
But Sam's words of 'comfort' didn't relax Dean. If anything, it made him more like a scared child. So it was this feeling of being defenseless that made Dean creep down the stairs, past Sam's snoring, to the hallway with his gun in hand, slowly opening up the door.
“Hello, Dean.”
Dean jumped, and then sighed as he saw Castiel, his angel, standing on the doorstep holding a... tree.
“Dude, what are you doing? It's three in the morning.”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
Dean rubbed his eyes as Cas cocked his head to the side. “I heard noises, and I thought... well I didn't think it was you.” He looked down with an emotionless chuckle, before turning his gaze back up to Cas and the tree. “Where did you even get the tree? And why did you get it?”
Cas pouted his lips a little, making Dean smile. “It's Christmas, Dean! We need a tree! I pulled it out of the ground in the park down the street. It only made a minimal amount of effort to fight back.”
Dean looked at the roots coming out from the bottom of the tree, to Cas, and back at the roots. “Oh my god... just go back to Heaven already.”
“Dean!”
“Alright! Sorry! Come on, let's get inside before we freeze to death out here... or I guess before I freeze. Just put the tree in the living room.”
Cas marched inside, easily setting down the abnormal Christmas tree in a stand that Dean had fetched out of the closet. They stood there admiring it for a moment before Dean started to shiver. “Great, now I think I'm sick. You want some hot cocoa?” He looked at Cas out of the corner of his eyes with a tired look, but smiled when he saw Castiel's eyes light up.
“That'd be great, Dean.”
Dean bustled around the kitchen making their hot chocolate, making sure to sprinkle some peppermint on top of Cas's, knowing that it was his favorite. He set the mugs down on the island before making himself comfortable standing next to it. Cas took his mug in both hands, putting his mouth right up against it and closing his eyes as he took in the smell. Dean couldn't help but watch him as he drank his cocoa in silence - every small human moment that Cas made, prodding in his side as a reminder of what having Cas live with them meant.
“Dean?” Cas woke Dean up from his daydream; his light and innocent voice bringing a smile to Dean's face.
Dean almost choked on his hot chocolate as he looked at Cas's face. “You, uh... you have a hot chocolate mustache.” He chuckled as Cas looked at him blankly. “Here, I'll just....” he trailed off as he leaned over the counter to wipe the mustache off of Cas. His hand lingered there as Castiel stared at him with his beautiful blue eyes, making Dean's green ones soften. Then remembering who he was with, he quickly pulled away, hesitating at the last minute as a flicker of hurt flashed across Cas's face. All of a sudden, a branch smacked the window as the wind picked up, making Dean jump. He looked down, closing his eyes in shame at his fear. Dean felt a warm arm wrap around his back and opened his eyes to see a concerned Castiel standing next to him.
“I'm sorry... it's just I'm scared of -”
“Hell.” Cas whispered and Dean nodded.
“I'm so scared, Cas. I don't deserve the life that we're living now....” Dean leaned his head into Cas's neck letting a few tears run down his cheek. With Cas, he didn't feel as much like a child for crying as he would with Sam or anyone else. It felt normal.
They stood there together for what seemed like hours, before Cas hesitantly took Dean's hand in his and led him over to the fireplace where they sat together on the ground. “Come on, Dean. You need to get some sleep.”
“I'm not tired.” Dean protested, yawning at the same time.
“You can't lie to me, Dean Winchester. If you go to sleep now, I'll let you put the angel on the tree tomorrow.” Dean smiled, lying down. He looked for a place that he could put his head, but Cas silently understood, and placed it in his lap.
Dean fell asleep with his fingers intertwined with Castiel's, and to the sound of him happily singing 'Jingle Bells'.
“Dean?” Dean grunted in response to Sam's nagging voice. “Dean, if you don't get up now, Cas is going to kill you. He wants to get the tree decorated.” Dean continued to grumble, moving his hands to cover his ears. He could hear a sigh, and he inwardly smiled at himself for pissing Sam off so much. “He made you bacon and cinnamon rolls.”
“I'm up!” Dean pushed himself off the ground in one fluid sweep, exaggerating his running, and making his way to the kitchen where Cas was sitting at the island, fiddling with his oven mitts. “I hear you have some food.”
Cas smiled, sliding a steaming plate of bacon and a cinnamon roll in front of Dean. Scooting a chair up, Dean scarfed down the food like he hadn't eaten in years. “Mmmff... Cas... that'ssss deliciousss!” His mouth was full, and all Cas could do was smile. Sam came in, passing Dean with his signature bitch face. “Don't talk with your mouth full.”
“Don'ttt talk wizth yourrrr mouth fulll.” Dean mocked him, putting a big grin on Cas's face.
When he was done with his food, he put his fork down with a loud clank, and looked at Cas with hopeful eyes.
“No, Dean, there's no pie.” Dean looked dismayed but Cas just chuckled and took his plate from him. “Do you want to decorate the tree?”
“Can I just watch you guys?”
Dean ended up cross legged on the floor as Sam and Cas put on the small ornaments and the lights. He watched as Cas stood on his tip toes trying to put a red, circular ornament on the higher part of the tree. He was too short, and it was wearing him out trying to stretch. “Hey, I can get it for you.” Dean got up, grabbing a hold of Cas's hand that was wrapped around the ornament, and pushing him up higher. “Almost there.” They stretched, and finally Dean's fingers pushed the hook onto a top branch. Dean let go Cas's hand, but the angel was beaming. “Thank you.”
“You know you could have asked me.” Sam reached to the top of the tree to easily hook on another ornament. Dean blushed, knowing that he didn't want Sam to help Cas out.
“Do you want to put on the angel now, Dean?” Cas was holding onto a small and plastic angel, holding it out to Dean.
“Yeah, I do.” Dean grinned, quickly grabbing Cas around the knees and throwing him over his shoulder.
“Help me out Sam?” Sam sighed, but put Dean on his shoulders and lifted him up. Dean carefully slid Cas off his shoulder and into his lap, making Sam grunt. “Use those muscles, Sammy!” Dean laughed, returning his gaze to a frightened looking Castiel. “Hey,” he whispered, “I'm not going to let you fall.” He held onto the plastic angel in his own angel's hands, looking straight into Cas's eyes. “We put it up together, OK?” Cas nodded, looking more confident than he did before. “Together.” They slid the angel on the top of the tree - their fingers brushing each other's, sending shivers down Dean's spine.
“Hold onto Dean, Cas, 'cause you guys are coming down.” Cas wrapped his arms tightly around Dean's neck, as Sam lifted them back onto the ground. Cas continued to sit in Dean's lap, staring into his eyes.
“Alright then.” Sam ran his hand through his hair and walked away awkwardly. But Dean didn't alter his gaze, and instead wrapped his arm even tighter around Cas's waist. “Hey, guys!” Sam's shocked voice disrupted them, and they looked over to where Sam was looking out the window. “It's snowing!”
And indeed it was. Sam almost smashed the door against the wall trying to get out, sending Dean into a massive fit of laughing. Castiel just stood there; a look of amazement filling his face, and Dean had to grab his hand to lead him outside. “You're going to love snow, Cas.” The first crunch against Cas's feet sent a huge grin cascading onto his face. He reached down to feel it's texture - watching it melt against his scorching fingers. “It's beautiful, Dean.”
Something hard and cold hit Dean's back, forcing him to turn around. “Hey, no fair, Sam! I wasn't even ready!” Sam threw another snowball, this time hitting Cas square in the chest. The angel had no clue what was happening, so Dean quickly showed him how to form a snowball and send it hurling at Sam who had now made himself a fort.
“It's like cookie dough, only wetter.” Dean laughed, sending a snowball over to hit Sam on the head. Cas's first snowball hit Sam in the eyes, sending Dean back into his fit of hilariousness. Their snowball fight took hours to finish, with Sam victorious and whooping like he had just won an Olympic medal. Dean was shivering, and his nose was red, which caught the attention of Cas. The angel spent no time wasting wrapping Dean inside his trenchcoat with him. Cas's arms encircled Dean's back, causing Dean to only be inches away from Castiel.
“Thanks, Cas.” The angel smiled back tenderly, continuing to hold on tight.
Sam sneaked up next to him, bringing his face next to both of their closely proximate ones. He slipped mistletoe over their heads, snickering like a five year old. “Now you have to kiss each other.” Cas looked shock but Dean smiled at his brother. He knew Sam wasn't being a total child - but more that he was noticing something that Dean should have noticed before, and was taking action.
“Cas?”
“Yes, Dean?” Cas was shaking nervously, but Dean stopped it when he put his hands up against Cas's face. Dean leaned in, his lips barely touching Cas's, letting his angel move in when he was ready. And he did move closer - Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, kissing him tenderly for several minutes before they had to pull away.
“Cas, I love you.” Dean whispered, looking at Cas with hopeful eyes, fearful that he would be rejected. But Cas just smiled, and leaned in to kiss Dean one last time. “I love you too, Dean.” Their fingers found their way to intertwining with each other, and they walked back inside hand in hand.
-
“For you.” Cas looked shy as he handed over Dean's present, but Dean was beaming.
“To Dean, from Cas.” Dean ripped the carefully wrapped, wrapping paper to see a note inside. It said, 'Heaven.' “Heaven?”
Cas smiled, grabbing the box from Dean and stepping inside it. He put the lid over his head and then jumped out with a huge grin on his face. “Surprise, Dean! I'm your Heaven!”
Dean grabbed his stomach to keep himself from losing his breath after laughing so hard. “Oh, god, Cas... you're my perfect version of Heaven. Thank you.” He leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Breathing against his skin, Dean whispered, effectively creating goosebumps on Cas's skin, “I have a present for you too.” Dean pulled out his own messily wrapped box out from under the tree, handing it to Castiel. Cas took it in his hands, grinning when he saw what was inside.
“You knew just what I wanted, Dean.”
“I figured that amount of hot chocolate mix would get you through the winter.” Dean smiled as he watched Cas take out hundreds of cocoa packets.
“Hey, Dean, thanks for the new knife!” Sam exclaimed from his corner seat. This was one day where Sam was actually Sam, and it made Dean glad to see his brother so happy.
“No problem. Thanks for the new tires for my baby.” He shifted in his place, admiring the tires Sam had gotten for the Impala, when Cas stuck another wrapped present under Dean's nose. “Whoa, another one?” Cas just smiled as Dean opened up his present.
Inside was a roughly made pair of cardboard wings, with tape attached to the ends so that they would stick on your back. “Cas....” Dean couldn't even finish - but he didn't need to. He carefully stuck them on his back, and turned to see Cas wrapping his arms around Dean's neck; snuggling his face into his shoulder.
“I love you, Dean.”
Dean smiled into Cas's hair, brining his arms around to hold Cas closer. “I love you too.”
“Merry Christmas.”
“Merry first Christmas to you too, Cas. You better be here for all the rest.”