a very supernatural christmas: the redux

[possemagnet]

It had been a few weeks since hunting the Kere and Dean figured that they could both use a break for the Christmas season. Cas was getting better about sleep, or so he thought. It's what he chose to believe because the alternative made him feel pretty low. They'd gone shopping a few days prior and even though it was awkward as hell he let the guy

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[diefirst]

The idea had only come to him the previous day, already knowing that anything he offers the other man wont be anywhere near as much as he deserves. But while he may not be much of a substitute for Dean's usual company at Christmas, the simple fact that he's still letting Castiel stay with him is enough motivation to try and give him as much of a holiday as he can. The only trouble is that this isn't a holiday he's celebrated before. All he has to go by are the observations he's made and the questions he asked the woman in the diner. The confused looks he gained at that were definitely worth it to him

[possemagnet]

Dean knew the hum of the impala anywhere, her sounds were so ingrained into his head that it didn't take much longer than Cas being around the corner before he knew the guy had returned.

Aware now that Cas had come back with HIS car, Dean put his gun beneath the waist band of his jeans and went to jerk the door open.

"Where the hell've-" He wasn't expecting to talk to boxes, but blue eyes.

Dean's arms went out to support the load, in lieu of it already wavering and though his brows were high his lips were fixed into a scowl that was torn somewhere between skeptical and annoyed.

[diefirst]

The boxes get handed over the moment that Dean reaches for them, already stepping back to go and collect the last few things. It still takes him a few more minutes though before he's able to step into the room, taking his time to pull off his boots at the door again, his coat following suit the moment the door gets closed.

Placing a bag down on the table, Castiel then goes to collect the boxes back off of the other man, leaving everything on one side of the table, opposite one of the chairs in an obvious invitation. It's only then that he actually looks toward Dean, a somewhat uneasy expression on his face.

"I went to get you something." Or rather, somethings.

[possemagnet]

Dean would leave the fact that it wasn't technically getting him things if it was with HIS money to rest for the moment in favor of a dumbfounded look that had him seeming a lot like he was looking for the right straw to grasp.

After a while the only thing he could think of was, "Why?"