A White Christmas
Title: A White Christmas
Rating: G
Pairing: John/Gabriel
Warnings/Spoilers: None!
Summary: John wants this Christmas to be special.
Notes: For kijikun. <3
John watched from the kitchen as Gabriel lifted Sam high enough to set the star on top of the Christmas tree. He smiled when he noticed Gabriel's own feet were a good foot above the floor.
Sammy was set gently back on the ground and once Gabriel's feet were also touching the carpet, John stepped into the room.
"All right, kiddos, time for bed," he said, automatically holding his cup of cocoa out of the way as Dean and Sam rushed him, pleading to be allowed to stay up just a little bit longer. John made a big show out of considering the boys' request, of noticing the clock and Oh! Is that the time?
"Daa-aad," Dean complained as John pushed him down the hall. Behind him, Gabriel scooped Sam up and distracted him with funny faces and noises all the way to his bed.
"It's already ten o'clock, Dean," John said. Dean huffed, but pulled on his pajamas and climbed into bed.
"But I want to wait for Santa," Dean mumbled, ending the sentence with a yawn that belied his words.
"Maybe next year," John said, bending to kiss the top of Dean's head. "Good night, Dean."
"Night, Dad," Dean replied, eyes already closing.
Gabriel joined John in the hall as he headed back for the living room. Now that the boys were in bed, it was time for "Santa" to come. Glancing out the window, John sighed. "Christmas is tomorrow," he said.
"I hadn't noticed," Gabriel answered dryly, pulling presents out of the hall closet and sticking them under the tree.
"It hasn't snowed," John pointed out. Gabriel grinned at him.
"Still wanting a white Christmas?" he teased. John swiped at him, huffing when Gabriel just laughed and dodged the half-hearted motion.
"This is our first Christmas here," he muttered. "I wanted it to be special."
Gabriel slid the last present under the tree and came to wrap his arms around John. "And snow on Christmas day is part of the magic," he agreed. "Come on, John-boy. Time for us to be in bed, too. And who knows, maybe there will be snow tomorrow."
John sighed, but let Gabriel usher him down the hall and into bed.
Outside, it began to snow.
Rating: G
Pairing: John/Gabriel
Warnings/Spoilers: None!
Summary: John wants this Christmas to be special.
Notes: For kijikun. <3
John watched from the kitchen as Gabriel lifted Sam high enough to set the star on top of the Christmas tree. He smiled when he noticed Gabriel's own feet were a good foot above the floor.
Sammy was set gently back on the ground and once Gabriel's feet were also touching the carpet, John stepped into the room.
"All right, kiddos, time for bed," he said, automatically holding his cup of cocoa out of the way as Dean and Sam rushed him, pleading to be allowed to stay up just a little bit longer. John made a big show out of considering the boys' request, of noticing the clock and Oh! Is that the time?
"Daa-aad," Dean complained as John pushed him down the hall. Behind him, Gabriel scooped Sam up and distracted him with funny faces and noises all the way to his bed.
"It's already ten o'clock, Dean," John said. Dean huffed, but pulled on his pajamas and climbed into bed.
"But I want to wait for Santa," Dean mumbled, ending the sentence with a yawn that belied his words.
"Maybe next year," John said, bending to kiss the top of Dean's head. "Good night, Dean."
"Night, Dad," Dean replied, eyes already closing.
Gabriel joined John in the hall as he headed back for the living room. Now that the boys were in bed, it was time for "Santa" to come. Glancing out the window, John sighed. "Christmas is tomorrow," he said.
"I hadn't noticed," Gabriel answered dryly, pulling presents out of the hall closet and sticking them under the tree.
"It hasn't snowed," John pointed out. Gabriel grinned at him.
"Still wanting a white Christmas?" he teased. John swiped at him, huffing when Gabriel just laughed and dodged the half-hearted motion.
"This is our first Christmas here," he muttered. "I wanted it to be special."
Gabriel slid the last present under the tree and came to wrap his arms around John. "And snow on Christmas day is part of the magic," he agreed. "Come on, John-boy. Time for us to be in bed, too. And who knows, maybe there will be snow tomorrow."
John sighed, but let Gabriel usher him down the hall and into bed.
Outside, it began to snow.