Fic : Castiel's Christmas - Supernatural - PG
Fandom : Supernatural
Pairing : Cas/Dean
Rating : PG
For Under Mistletoe
Castiel tries to make Dean happy by 'making' Christmas. Here are his journal entries.
Dec 16th
Today, Dean showed me his new belt. It had a plant hanging from it which he told me was mistletoe. When I admitted that I did not understand why the plant was hanging from his belt, he rolled his eyes. That made me feel bad. I suspect that this is a remnant of my vessel’s need to please people. Dean continued to point at his crotch and explained that people kiss under mistletoe. I know that this plant is poisonous so I was perturbed to discover this ritual. When I voiced my concerns, Dean replied ”Ok, ebony, Sir”. I didn’t get that either.
Dec 17th
Dean did not say “Ebony, Sir.” Apparently he said ‘Ebenezer’ which is a character in a book by Charles Dickens called ‘A Christmas Carol’. It is about a man named Ebenezer Scrooge who hates Christmas. I do not hate Christmas, I merely do not celebrate it as it is a modern festival which concerns the man they call Jesus. He is said to be the son of God, which would make him my brother, but he has a human mother, so I suppose that would make him my half brother, although we have never met. He seems to me be a radical young man, I’m not sure that he and I would see eye to eye. In any case, Dean seems attached to the idea of Christmas being celebrated, although he denied this when I questioned him. I plan to ask Sam about this.
Dec 18th
I enquired after Sam as to why Dean was so preoccupied with Christmas when there seemed to be more pressing concerns. Sam told me that Dean used to always insist on celebrating Christmas traditionally when their father was away, supposedly for Sam’s benefit. Sam suggested that it was Dean who hankered after the family Christmas they always had when their mom was alive, the Christmas that Sam never knew. I am inclined to agree. I have decided that I will make Christmas, in order that Dean might be relieved of some of the responsibility. How hard can it be?
Dec 19th
Christmas is very confusing. I decided to go to the source of the myth, a church. I found one named St Werbergh’s and asked the priest to tell me about Christmas but his version was at odds with what I have seen in the real world or in my own experience. For one, I distinctly remember the taking of the census in Bethlehem, and it was in the summer months, not the winter. Also, gifts of myrrh, frankincense and gold are not suitable for a newborn. The modern equivalent would be scented candles, cologne and money, though I’m not sure that Dean would appreciate any of these. Maybe the money. I doubt I will learn how to make Christmas from these Christian myths, as Dean would never learned his own personal version of Christmas from a church. I will continue to look for Christmas elsewhere.
Dec 20th
After standing in line for forty three minutes to speak to one of the foremost authorities on Christmas, the man they call Santa Claus, I was disappointed to find that he was not St Nicholas of Myra but a seasonally employed father of two named Joe Patraius from Queens. He was a very nice man and gave me a jigsaw puzzle before I was asked to leave by security. Undeterred I returned to heaven and managed to find Saint Nicholas. He told me of the deeds for which he was canonised, which seemed to have little to do with the giving of gifts and were mostly about great quantities of corn. He did, however, mention a father to whom he gave money so that his three daughters could have a marriage dowry and not be forced into prostitution. If the modern equivalent involved preventing young women from becoming porn actresses I doubt Dean would approve. The search for Christmas continues.
Dec 21st
While passing through the city I heard a great many Christmas songs and turned to them for inspiration. One seemed positive about the idea of snow, barely mentioning the disruption it can cause for transportation links in cities. After hearing more than fifteen different songs mention snow I added it to the definite list of things which Dean would enjoy. Knowing that Dean enjoys food, I also sought a local butcher and asked him to recommend some festive meals. As it transpires, turkey is popular at Christmas, and hamburgers are not. I will keep this in mind but I have never seen Dean turn down the offer of a hamburger, and I must admit to enjoying them too.
Dec 22nd
I passed a liquor store and saw an old man outside who was clearly a connoisseur. He was resting on the ground and drinking his whiskey from a paper bag, probably in an act of humility so that passers by didn’t see his expensive brand and think him to be boastful. I questioned him on how to make Christmas as he was wearing a hat traditionally associated with Santa Claus. He talked for a long time about the government who were reading his thoughts, and the people in the US Army who injected him with LSD when he returned from fighting in Vietnam. Eventually he told me that Christmas was about being with the people you loved, and asked me for spare change. I summoned the money with my grace, which is inaccurate at the best of times, and gave it to him. It was $45,000. I hope that was enough.
Dec 23rd
Macy’s is a large store with many Christmas decorations in the windows, so I went there to seek out gifts, which I have gathered from the Christmas songs are a very important part of the festivities. A lady named Carol helped me. She is a personal shopper and she asked me if I was buying for someone special. I stated that Dean is one of the most important people in the world. (I reasoned that he helped avert the apocalypse). She then asked if he was special to me. I thought about it, and answered that he was the most special to me in particular. (In this, I reasoned that he is my favourite human). She smiled and said “Aw” and then proceeded to help me find gifts. She was perturbed when I said that Dean liked knives but soon recovered and helped me to buy him a hip flask, a sweater, a belt and a scarf. She then asked if I had anyone else to buy for. I told her there was someone else very special to me, and that he was Dean’s brother. She seemed puzzled and a little shocked, but nevertheless helped me to find a sweater for Sam too. She was a nice lady.
Dec 24th
I asked the New York City tourist information centre where to find Christmas and they directed me to the Rockerfeller Plaza where I found a giant evergreen bedecked with lights. I asked about the tree and was told it was a Norwegian spruce. Norway was rather cold but I managed to get a very impressive tree. I could find no guide on how many lights and decorations to use so I found a store in downtown Kristiansund and bought everything they had.By the time I arrived at Dean and Sam’s motel room they were out, so I assembled everything and waited for them. The walls were barely visible in the room as there were so many decorations and I wasn’t sure that I had everything correct. However, when Dean and Sam returned, Dean looked very happy. He embraced me and kissed me in a way I have only seen on the daytime soap operas, and even then it is usually between a buxom young woman and a lumberjack, not an angel of the Lord and a hunter. I put it down to the ‘Christmas Spirit’ which the old man outside the liquor store told me about.
I asked Dean if I had gotten Christmas right, and he said I had. He also said that he wished Bobby was there to see it, so I summoned all my grace and transplanted everything in the room to Bobby’s house. Bobby yelled at me at first but I gave him some expensive whiskey which Carol helped me buy and he smiled and stopped yelling. Dean embraced me again and he expressed an interest in watching a movie called ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’. I mentioned what a coincidence it was that the movie was already on TV and he rolled his eyes again, but this time he gave me another kiss, with no tongue, just lips.
Dec 25th
Dean’s present to me was rather exhilarating and I’m not altogether sure what it was, but my vessel made strange moaning noises and afterwards I was filled with a warm glow. I wonder if this is what Christmas Spirit is, and whether I will be expected to supply that next year. Dean was very excited about dinner and kept shaking his head and laughing. Even Bobby told me I had ‘done good’. Sam liked his sweater. He said it was cosy and that he loves reindeer. I was about to summon some reindeer when Dean stopped me and suggested that we have pumpkin pie and then fall asleep in front of the fire. I almost forgot about the snow, so after the pumpkin pie I made it come. Dean cried so I thought I had gotten it wrong, but he reminded me about the ‘happy tears’ and embraced me again. I think that later I will receive another gift from him. I hope he didn’t get Sam the same thing.
Pairing : Cas/Dean
Rating : PG
For Under Mistletoe
Castiel tries to make Dean happy by 'making' Christmas. Here are his journal entries.
Dec 16th
Today, Dean showed me his new belt. It had a plant hanging from it which he told me was mistletoe. When I admitted that I did not understand why the plant was hanging from his belt, he rolled his eyes. That made me feel bad. I suspect that this is a remnant of my vessel’s need to please people. Dean continued to point at his crotch and explained that people kiss under mistletoe. I know that this plant is poisonous so I was perturbed to discover this ritual. When I voiced my concerns, Dean replied ”Ok, ebony, Sir”. I didn’t get that either.
Dec 17th
Dean did not say “Ebony, Sir.” Apparently he said ‘Ebenezer’ which is a character in a book by Charles Dickens called ‘A Christmas Carol’. It is about a man named Ebenezer Scrooge who hates Christmas. I do not hate Christmas, I merely do not celebrate it as it is a modern festival which concerns the man they call Jesus. He is said to be the son of God, which would make him my brother, but he has a human mother, so I suppose that would make him my half brother, although we have never met. He seems to me be a radical young man, I’m not sure that he and I would see eye to eye. In any case, Dean seems attached to the idea of Christmas being celebrated, although he denied this when I questioned him. I plan to ask Sam about this.
Dec 18th
I enquired after Sam as to why Dean was so preoccupied with Christmas when there seemed to be more pressing concerns. Sam told me that Dean used to always insist on celebrating Christmas traditionally when their father was away, supposedly for Sam’s benefit. Sam suggested that it was Dean who hankered after the family Christmas they always had when their mom was alive, the Christmas that Sam never knew. I am inclined to agree. I have decided that I will make Christmas, in order that Dean might be relieved of some of the responsibility. How hard can it be?
Dec 19th
Christmas is very confusing. I decided to go to the source of the myth, a church. I found one named St Werbergh’s and asked the priest to tell me about Christmas but his version was at odds with what I have seen in the real world or in my own experience. For one, I distinctly remember the taking of the census in Bethlehem, and it was in the summer months, not the winter. Also, gifts of myrrh, frankincense and gold are not suitable for a newborn. The modern equivalent would be scented candles, cologne and money, though I’m not sure that Dean would appreciate any of these. Maybe the money. I doubt I will learn how to make Christmas from these Christian myths, as Dean would never learned his own personal version of Christmas from a church. I will continue to look for Christmas elsewhere.
Dec 20th
After standing in line for forty three minutes to speak to one of the foremost authorities on Christmas, the man they call Santa Claus, I was disappointed to find that he was not St Nicholas of Myra but a seasonally employed father of two named Joe Patraius from Queens. He was a very nice man and gave me a jigsaw puzzle before I was asked to leave by security. Undeterred I returned to heaven and managed to find Saint Nicholas. He told me of the deeds for which he was canonised, which seemed to have little to do with the giving of gifts and were mostly about great quantities of corn. He did, however, mention a father to whom he gave money so that his three daughters could have a marriage dowry and not be forced into prostitution. If the modern equivalent involved preventing young women from becoming porn actresses I doubt Dean would approve. The search for Christmas continues.
Dec 21st
While passing through the city I heard a great many Christmas songs and turned to them for inspiration. One seemed positive about the idea of snow, barely mentioning the disruption it can cause for transportation links in cities. After hearing more than fifteen different songs mention snow I added it to the definite list of things which Dean would enjoy. Knowing that Dean enjoys food, I also sought a local butcher and asked him to recommend some festive meals. As it transpires, turkey is popular at Christmas, and hamburgers are not. I will keep this in mind but I have never seen Dean turn down the offer of a hamburger, and I must admit to enjoying them too.
Dec 22nd
I passed a liquor store and saw an old man outside who was clearly a connoisseur. He was resting on the ground and drinking his whiskey from a paper bag, probably in an act of humility so that passers by didn’t see his expensive brand and think him to be boastful. I questioned him on how to make Christmas as he was wearing a hat traditionally associated with Santa Claus. He talked for a long time about the government who were reading his thoughts, and the people in the US Army who injected him with LSD when he returned from fighting in Vietnam. Eventually he told me that Christmas was about being with the people you loved, and asked me for spare change. I summoned the money with my grace, which is inaccurate at the best of times, and gave it to him. It was $45,000. I hope that was enough.
Dec 23rd
Macy’s is a large store with many Christmas decorations in the windows, so I went there to seek out gifts, which I have gathered from the Christmas songs are a very important part of the festivities. A lady named Carol helped me. She is a personal shopper and she asked me if I was buying for someone special. I stated that Dean is one of the most important people in the world. (I reasoned that he helped avert the apocalypse). She then asked if he was special to me. I thought about it, and answered that he was the most special to me in particular. (In this, I reasoned that he is my favourite human). She smiled and said “Aw” and then proceeded to help me find gifts. She was perturbed when I said that Dean liked knives but soon recovered and helped me to buy him a hip flask, a sweater, a belt and a scarf. She then asked if I had anyone else to buy for. I told her there was someone else very special to me, and that he was Dean’s brother. She seemed puzzled and a little shocked, but nevertheless helped me to find a sweater for Sam too. She was a nice lady.
Dec 24th
I asked the New York City tourist information centre where to find Christmas and they directed me to the Rockerfeller Plaza where I found a giant evergreen bedecked with lights. I asked about the tree and was told it was a Norwegian spruce. Norway was rather cold but I managed to get a very impressive tree. I could find no guide on how many lights and decorations to use so I found a store in downtown Kristiansund and bought everything they had.By the time I arrived at Dean and Sam’s motel room they were out, so I assembled everything and waited for them. The walls were barely visible in the room as there were so many decorations and I wasn’t sure that I had everything correct. However, when Dean and Sam returned, Dean looked very happy. He embraced me and kissed me in a way I have only seen on the daytime soap operas, and even then it is usually between a buxom young woman and a lumberjack, not an angel of the Lord and a hunter. I put it down to the ‘Christmas Spirit’ which the old man outside the liquor store told me about.
I asked Dean if I had gotten Christmas right, and he said I had. He also said that he wished Bobby was there to see it, so I summoned all my grace and transplanted everything in the room to Bobby’s house. Bobby yelled at me at first but I gave him some expensive whiskey which Carol helped me buy and he smiled and stopped yelling. Dean embraced me again and he expressed an interest in watching a movie called ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’. I mentioned what a coincidence it was that the movie was already on TV and he rolled his eyes again, but this time he gave me another kiss, with no tongue, just lips.
Dec 25th
Dean’s present to me was rather exhilarating and I’m not altogether sure what it was, but my vessel made strange moaning noises and afterwards I was filled with a warm glow. I wonder if this is what Christmas Spirit is, and whether I will be expected to supply that next year. Dean was very excited about dinner and kept shaking his head and laughing. Even Bobby told me I had ‘done good’. Sam liked his sweater. He said it was cosy and that he loves reindeer. I was about to summon some reindeer when Dean stopped me and suggested that we have pumpkin pie and then fall asleep in front of the fire. I almost forgot about the snow, so after the pumpkin pie I made it come. Dean cried so I thought I had gotten it wrong, but he reminded me about the ‘happy tears’ and embraced me again. I think that later I will receive another gift from him. I hope he didn’t get Sam the same thing.