#25daysofdestielchristmas

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Day Fourteen - Silent Night

Dean and Castiel can’t get their newborn baby to sleep. Ever. It’s like the baby was created to stay awake for the rest of their lives, keeping them from getting any rest. Their sanity is quickly evaporating. 

That’s when Dean gets an idea. Mary used to drive in the car with him and Sammy at night during winter. She’d just weave around the town for hours as they looked at all the Christmas lights and decorations. As she drove, she would sing Christmas songs. Dean’s favorite was always ‘Silent Night’. His mom’s voice was just so pure and beautiful. 

So, Dean and Castiel find themselves in the car in the middle of the night. Their brand new baby is all bundled up in the car seat, chubby cheeks sticking out between a knitted hat and a pile of blankets. For hours, they hold hands over the center console and drive around. Sometimes they play Christmas music on the radio. Other times, they sing on their own. Dean is much better at singing than Castiel, but the baby loves them both equally. 

Around three in the morning, Dean sings Silent Night. Castiel is already asleep in the passenger seat with his head resting against the cool window. The baby has been cooing for the past half hour, and the sounds have begun to fade. By the second round of singing the song, the baby’s noises stop too. Dean knows he should go home. Take them inside. Try to get some rest himself. He can’t, though. There’s a magic in the impala tonight. A Christmas magic that he doesn’t believe in, yet still feels in this moment. He’s happy. His family is happy. Everything he wished for as a child, riding in the backseat of his mom’s car while staring wide eyed at the lights, he now has. It’s a silent night. A perfect night. 

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Day One - Decorating the Tree

* P.S. I totally imagined the song being Jensen’s rendition of ‘Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas’, so feel free to listen to that right here!

The old vinyl in the record player pops as it spins, filling the air with a soft voice singing “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.” It’s slow and happy and makes Castiel feel all fuzzy and warm. He hums the song beneath his breath as he reaches on his tiptoes to place a silver ornament on a higher tree branch. Two strong arms wrap around his waist, guiding him back down to flat feet. Dean’s lips rest against his ear as they start to sway with the music. He begins singing softly to Castiel.

“From now on, our troubles will be out of sight,” his deep voice vibrates from his chest against Castiel’s back. It’s like he’s making a promise. A promise Castiel desperately needed to hear. The man in Dean’s arms can’t stop himself any longer. He turns to look up at his husband and pulls him into a kiss.

Just as Dean pulls him in tighter, trying to deepen the kiss, Castiel separates them with two hands firmly on his chest. He reaches over and picks up one of the homemade ornaments that their nephew made for them. It’s surprising the kid had enough concentration to sit down and make anything at all. Must be Sam’s influence on him because the Gabriel influence usually makes it so he’s bouncing off the walls. Castiel hands the little handprint ornament to Dean.

“Put this on the tree. No more kissing or we’ll never get this thing decorated.”

“It can wait until tomorrow,” Dean says suggestively.

“Noooooooo.” Castiel wags a finger, smirking. “Concentrate. We can kiss during the movie.”

Dean chuckles, giving in. It was his husband’s turn to pick the movie anyway, and he picked one of those stupid Christmas themed Rom-Coms that Dean hates. He’s perfectly fine ruining that by cuddling Castiel on the couch and kissing him for hours.

He places the homemade ornament on a branch and stares at it. Castiel nudges him. “What’s in that head of yours, Dean Winchester?”

“Just thinking.” Dean looks at the tiny handprint, smiling like a total idiot. “You’d make a good dad.”

“We both would.”

When Dean looks over at Castiel, he sees that his husband is blushing. His blue eyes are bright and wide, the lights from the tree glistening in them. It’s something they’ve talked about for a long time. It’s easier for same sex couples to adopt now. They would love to have a little one running around, causing chaos.

He takes his husband’s face in his and rubs their noses together. “We have a month until Christmas. I bet there’s a kid out there somewhere who just wants a family from Santa.”

“Really?” Castiel pulls away enough to look Dean in the eyes. “Really? You’re ready for a family?”

“Definitely. I’d love to have a little family with you.”

Castiel wraps his arms around his neck and holds him tight, kissing him hard. When he pulls away out of breath, Dean whispers softly to the music, “And have yourself, have yourself a merry little christmas, have yourself a merry little christmas now.”

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Day Five

Anonymous: a pocket sized cas in a Christmas coffee mug

(and once I did that, I just HAD to do Dean)

** as always, I apologize for the crap art. 20 days until I get actual drawing supplies 😍

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Day 6: snowball fight

The first snowball hits Dean square in the jaw. The second on his right shoulder. The third he dodges, smiling the whole time. Castiel hides behind the impala, trying to catch his breath. Sam warned him not to take on Dean in a snowball fight, but Sam never thought of this: if you hid behind the impala, Dean wouldn’t dare throw anything towards you. It’s working so far. “Castiel Novak, you get your ass out from behind there.” Castiel giggles at the way Dean yells at him. He can tell the man is smiling. “Who? Me?” Castiel rolls another snowball, then stands up quickly. He throws the ball as hard as he can, but it just hits the wall of snow Dean built for himself. Dean squats down, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He shoots a quick text to Sam, laughing to himself. 'Your turn. Just don’t hit my baby.’ In less than a minute he hears Castiel squeal as he gets pelted with snowballs from the opposite side. He starts running away, looking over his shoulder at Sam. His laughter comes to an end when he collides with something hard. Dean wraps his arms around him, keeping the both of them from falling over. “You give up yet?” Dean asks breathlessly, taking a step back from the angel with flushed cheeks. Castiel nods sadly, putting out a pouty lip. Just as Dean is laughing at his surrender, Castiel takes the snowball stashed in his coat pocket and slams it into Dean’s face. The snow explodes, flakes scattering in the air. Dean stands frozen for a moment, his eyes close. Then his lips split into a grin. “Oh, you’re in for it now.” Castiel tries to run but Dean catches him around the waist, spinning him in the air. Castiel feels the breath get knocked out of him when he gets dropped to the ground, snow getting pushed up the back of his jacket. He doesn’t care though. Not with Dean Winchester on top of him. “Got you.” Dean whispers breathlessly. Castiel nods. There’s no truer words. “You sure did.”

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Christmas Tree

This is my prompt for the dcminibang!! I just want to give a HUGE thank you to fvckingjensen, for letting me bounce ideas off you and for making some amazing aesthetic art for my drabble!! I will be posting fvckingjensen's art work just after this, and I urge you to follow her!! >> CHRISTMAS TREE: They’re surrounded by hundreds of trees. Maybe even a thousand. Dean sips his hot coffee, thankful for the travel coffee cup Castiel bought him last week. He laughed at it at the time, with its homemade sleeve with cute little decorations on it. Now, he can’t imagine not having coffee to go. Especially with how cold it is outside. Castiel drags him through the snow, not caring about Dean’s complaints. They’ve already looked at three different trees. Dean thought they were all perfect. Castiel disagreed completely. The first was way too short, the second way too tall. And the third. (Wait for it.) Had one broken branch. Just one, very small branch. Practically a twig. Dean made sure to fight extra hard for that tree, but he wasn’t successful. Castiel stops in front of a fairly tall tree, with thick green branches. There was a light dusting of snow on the bristles, but he gasped when he looked up at it. “This is the one.” He stated, his words slightly muffled by the thick scarf Dean insisted he wear. Dean sighed with relief, ready to call the man in charge over. Just as he turns around to look for the manager, Castiel tugs on his hand. If he wasn’t still paying a little attention he probably would have fallen over. “What?” Dean asks, frustrated. Castiel pulls him over to an even taller tree, with fluffier branches. At least, that’s what Castiel claims. It looks exactly the same to Dean. Exactly. “This is the one.” Castiel says again, nodding as if he has to convince himself. Then his eyebrows scrunch and Dean sighs. It was starting to snow again, soft snowflakes coating their puffy jackets, and his coffee was running low. “I agree. I really like this one.” Dean put on his best smile, trying to think of warm places so he doesn’t shiver. Castiel looks back at him for less than three seconds before tugging his hand once more. Dean grits his teeth, trying not to ruin the experience for his angel. When they stop in front of a new tree, Dean accidently laughs. It’s tree number three. He knows this for a fact, because while Castiel debated whether or not the broken branch mattered he had drawn little designs in the snow with his toe. Which he is standing on right now. Dean clears his throat before Castiel can proclaim, once again, that this is the one. “This one has a broken branch.” When Castiel sighs and storms off, Dean follows faithfully. The last sip of his coffee lingers in his mouth for a minute before he swallows. For some reason, just knowing the coffee is gone makes his temperature drop a few degrees. He starts shaking as Castiel roams around the various trees, shaking his head at each one. Dean rolls his eyes. This was going to be a long night. >>> Castiel stands back, smiling at his work. The lights are finally, after almost twenty minutes of situating, perfectly spaced. He opted to go with the simple white ones instead of the multi-colored, since he thought they looked more beautiful. Dean didn’t argue. He was just happy they had a damn tree at all. After an hour more of searching for a tree, Dean finally convinced Castiel to go back to tree number three. He fixed the broken branch by pulling the broken piece off, making it look just slightly shorter than the other branches. After another five minutes of contemplating, he got Castiel to agree that they could just put that side of the tree against the wall. Dean couldn’t even decide if he was happy about the fact that they finally agreed on a tree, or upset about the fact that they ended up picking the one they saw within the first fifteen minutes of looking. “What do you think?” Castiel asks with a huff, putting his hands on his hips. “It’s perfect, Cas.” Dean gives him a smile, but Castiel’s eyebrows stay scrunched up. “I mean it. It’s the best tree I’ve ever had.” Neither of them acknowledge the fact that it’s the only tree Dean has ever had. Castiel knows what he means by it, and it warms his heart. “Should we decorate it now?” Castiel asks, turning around to look at the box of mismatched ornaments they’ve collected from thrift shops around town. When he spins back around to look at Dean he comes face to face with the man. “Woah.” He whispers. “I can think of something else we could do.” Dean lets out a low chuckle, his smile lazy as he looks Castiel up and down. Castiel isn’t sure why, but the sound of his voice makes him shiver. Just as he’s about to ask Dean what he has in mind, Dean’s lips form over his. He lets out a surprised moan, his hands already tangling in the fabric of Dean’s flannel. Dean tries to lower him to the floor and Castiel laughs, pulling away. “Not until the tree is decorated.” “Cas.” Dean groans. “We’ve already spent an eternity on this damn tree.” “Hardly.” Castiel rolls his eyes, walking over to the box and taking the cover off. He hands Dean two ornaments, ignoring his pouty lip. “Dean Winchester, you have no idea what an eternity feels like. But I can assure you, a few hours picking out a tree is not it.” Dean stares at the angel for a minute, licking his lips. “Cas.” His voice is low and husky, but it shakes a little. Castiel glances over at him, one hand stretched out towards the tree. “Maybe I don’t know what eternity feels like. But I know I’d like to spend it with you.” It’s the cheesiest damn thing Castiel had ever heard. He loved it. “Dean Winchester.” He said, coming over to kiss the man. “That might have to be arranged.”

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Day 4- Secret Santa Office AU

Castiel hates the fact that he got Dean Winchester for the office party. Not only does he despise the whole idea of Secret Santa, but now he has to participate with the man he absolutely cannot stand. Almost to prove his feelings, Dean walks out of his office and slams down a stack of papers on Castiel’s desk. “Finish these before you leave.” Castiel clenches his jaw, trying to breathe through his anger. He glances at the clock above his cubicle. There’s less than twenty minutes left before his lunch break. This stack will take at least double that, if not more. “Oh, and I need you to look over the agenda for tomorrow’s meetings and write all of my pre notes.” Dean doesn’t even say please, or thank you, as he walks away from his assistant’s desk. Castiel can’t decide if he’s thankful for the party today or not. On one hand, he’ll have a break from strict orders and blank forms. On the other hand, he’s pretty sure Dean is going to hate his present and probably fire him. Just before he leaves for his break, Charlie stops by his desk. “Hey nerd, ready to laugh your ass off later?” She’s eating a turkey sandwich, getting crumbs all over his workspace. Castiel bites the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something. “Why would I be doing that?” “Uh, the secret santa gifts? They’re gonna be hilarious.” Charlie takes another bite, letting a whole new pool of crumbs form on the stack of papers Dean just delivered. Castiel nonchalantly brushes them to the floor. “I didn’t know that was a requirement.” Castiel awkwardly adjusts his tie. Nothing is funny about a Led Zeppelin vinyl. “Oh jeez.” Charlie laughs, shaking her head. “Don’t tell me you got a legitimate present?” Castiel blushes, shrugging. “Okay, take your break. We need to shop.” Castiel glances at the clock, then at his desk. “I don’t think I have a lunch break today.” Before Charlie can argue, Dean stops by again. He glares at Charlie. “Get off the desk.” Charlie hops off, giggling. She’s the only one who doesn’t care if the CEO is pissed. “Castiel, if those aren’t finished by the party you’ll be coming in this weekend.” Once Dean is safely back in his office Castiel sighs. “I’m going to look like an idiot.” “No.” Charlie takes the last bite of her sandwich, looking up at the ceiling in thought. She gets a mischievous smile and turns to walk away. “Where are you going?” Castiel yells after her. She turns around and smiles. “I’m going to take my break. I’ll pick up your person something funny for you.” Castiel sighs and reaches into his wallet, pulling out a twenty. “Here, take this.” Charlie snatches it and laughs a little. “Who did you get?” Charlie asks quickly, wanting to make sure her idea will fit. Before Castiel can answer though his phone starts ringing. He answers it quickly, not wanting to get in trouble. Charlie waves it off anyway, sure that anyone in the office would find what she has in mind funny. >>>> Later, when everyone is a little giggly from eggnog and sugar, Castiel watches Dean open the present. Charlie’s eyes are wide, since she gave up trying to switch the tag on it twice. Castiel’s hands are shaking, ignoring Charlie’s fourth whispered apology. He glances at her while he listens to the crinkle of wrapping paper. “Let it go.” He whispers. He already knows he’s going to get fired. There’s no point in bothering with it now. The room erupts in laughter and Castiel turns to look. Everyone is wearing broad smiles, except Dean. He’s holding a plastic box, with a clear front. When people start to register his reaction they stop smiling. Castiel bites his lip, thankful it’s an anonymous secret santa. It’s almost like Dean knows though, the way he looks up at Castiel. Finally, his lips spread into an almost evil smile. “Funny.” He says quickly, winking at Castiel. Everyone starts laughing again, feeling more confident. It isn’t until the rest of the gifts are distributed and Castiel is back at his desk that he realizes anything is wrong. At first it’s just a few glances from Dean, nothing too harmful. Then Dean comes and stands behind him for a full five minutes, watching him write out the notes for tomorrow’s meeting. He swears he feels a finger lightly touch the back of his neck, but chalks it up to a breeze. Ten minutes before the end of the day Dean calls Castiel into his office. Castiel walks in slowly, shaking. The box is sitting in the middle of Dean’s desk, staring him down. “I wanted to discuss a few things with you, Castiel.” “Oh.” Castiel isn’t sure if he should stand or sit in the leather chair in front of Dean’s desk. Dean takes a seat on the desk, gesturing for Castiel to sit across from him. “Okay.” When Castiel is settled Dean shifts slightly, bringing himself a fraction of an inch closer to Castiel. “Do you know why I do the office parties, Castiel?” “No, Sir.” “For morale. I like to make the environment as comfortable as I can, without hurting productivity of course.” Dean picks up the box, gently holding it in his lap. “I make sure my secretary keeps tabs on who gets who.” “I thought-” “That it’s anonymous?” Dean asks, laughing. His green eyes shine with mischief. “Of course not. If someone ended up without a gift, I would need to know who to punish.” “Dean.” Castiel stops, clearing his throat. “Mr. Winchester.” “Is there a particular reason you chose to buy me this, Castiel?” “The presents were meant to be funny.” Castiel whispers, staring at the box like a grotesque train wreck. “Correct. That’s why ugly sweaters were exchanged. And a whoopee cushion. A pair of granny panties.” Dean shakes the box softly. “Nothing like this though.” “I’m sorry, Sir.” Castiel wants to drop Charlie’s name so bad. He wants to blame her quickly and wipe his hands of the whole mess. “You’ll be staying after work today, to finish the reports, I assume?” “Yes, Sir.” Dean glances at his wristwatch, smiling at the time. He can see people filing out of the office, each person making them more alone. “Do you find me attractive, Castiel?” Castiel isn’t sure how to answer. In a normal context, with him as his boss, Castiel hates Dean. But right now, the way he’s looking at him. Or the way he sometimes catches the Dean biting his lip during a meeting. Or the way his voice gets soft when he talks about something serious. Dean’s not so bad. Not bad at all. “Umm.” “I think you do Castiel.” Dean hands him the box, despite the fact that Castiel wants nothing to do with it. “The question is. What are you into?” “Excuse me?” “Do you want to use that on me, Castiel?” Dean clears his throat, leaning forward. “Or do you want me to use it on you?” >>>> Twenty minutes later, Castiel is bent over Dean’s wooden desk. The hot pink vibrator is shoved up his ass, turned on the highest setting as Dean adjusts the tie wrapped around his wrists. Castiel is begging to be touched. Begging to come. But Dean refuses to budge. He just keeps kissing Castiel’s bare back. His ass. The top of his thighs. Castiel’s legs are shaking, trying to keep himself standing. “You’re so good for me, Castiel.” Dean’s voice is low, the words vibrating along Castiel’s skin. Castiel closes his eyes, thanking anything high and mighty for Charlie’s weird sense of humor. Dean’s hands find the vibrator, pulling it slightly out before slamming it in again. “Such a perfect present, Castiel.” “Thank you, Sir.” Castiel feels Dean slowly start pulling the vibrator out. He whimpers at the loss, but only for a moment. Then Dean is inside him, filling him past where the pink silicone could reach. The tip of his cock stretches just the right way, brushing against that bundle of nerves that never fails to earn a moan. Dean hits the spot over and over again. “I’m gonna come.” Castiel says through gritted teeth, trying his best to hold himself together. “Go ahead.” Dean leans across his back, pressing his chest against it. “Besides, this won’t be the last time we’re in this position. Don’t want your present to go to waste, do we?” “No, Sir.” Castiel feels Dean’s soft hand wrap around his cock, pumping it hard and fast. “Come for me Castiel. Come for me like the good little boy I know you can be.” With those words Castiel falls apart, spraying the side of Dean’s desk with white. Dean follows him with a few more erratic thrusts, breathing hard. When they finally pull apart, Dean undoes Castiel’s wrists. Castiel stands up quickly, taking a few tissues from Dean’s dispenser on his desk and wiping himself off. “I can finish those reports for you by morning. I’ll take them home.” Castiel pulls his pants up and begins buttoning his shirt, wanting to leave before he can be dismissed. Dean stops him with a soft touch to his elbow. “Castiel.” Castiel looks up, giving him his best fake smile. “This wasn’t that. This wasn’t something wrong.” “Dean, it’s fine.” “It’s not.” Dean rubs out a wrinkle in his tie, then wraps it around his neck. “I’ve wanted to do that for months.” “Oh.” Castiel isn’t sure what to do. He stands awkwardly next to the desk he just got fucked over. “Come out with me this coming weekend. Spend some time with me.” Dean laughs nervously. “I know I seem like a tyrant here, but I’m not terrible outside of work. I try to be a decent human being.” “Okay.” Castiel walks to the door, his whole body shaking. How did he go from dreading this day to gaining a possible boyfriend? “See you tomorrow.” “Yeah. Of course.” Dean follows Castiel out, watching as Castiel stops by his desk and grabs the stack of papers. Guilt churns in Dean’s stomach at the thought of Castiel staying up all night working. The idea sticks with him through his car ride home, and his one man dinner. It sticks with him all the way until ten pm, when he looks through the company files to find Castiel’s address. He’s not sure who’s more surprised when he shows up on Castiel’s doorstep, holding his briefcase and a bottle of red wine in hand. “I thought you could use some company.” Castiel has a pencil tucked behind his ear, his black hair sticking up in five different places. He’s still in his work clothes, all rumpled and tired. “That.” Castiel says, smiling. “Would be great.”

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Day 3- Shopping

They have spent four hours and nineteen minutes in the mall so far. Dean knows. He’s keeping count. Castiel has dragged him to three clothing outlets, one pet shop, and an electronic store. They bought Charlie a Razer keyboard and mouse set for her gaming computer. Bobby has a bag full of new plaid shirts, along with a new baseball cap. Joe and Ellen are both getting season two and three of Walking Dead on DVD, since they became obsessed with it last month. Crowley is getting a fancy decanter with a matching scotch glass. Gabriel is getting a milkshake maker and a gift card to the mall’s candy store. They found the perfect gift for Kevin, the new Star Wars video game. They even found something for Jodi Mills, a nice gold watch that Castiel fell in love with almost immediately. The only person left is Sam. Castiel has dragged him around for almost an hour, the only focus being Sam. Apparently, he deserves the perfect gift. Dean would be a little jealous about how dedicated Castiel is to his brother’s present, if the angel wasn’t naked in his bed just this morning. Dean rolls his eyes, hating the whole idea of Christmas. He’s never been a fan of celebrating the damn holiday. He gets his hopes up every year, and every year he remembers just how sad and pathetic their lives are. This is their first Christmas with Castiel though, and Dean wants to give him everything. They’ve only been dating for a few months, but Castiel has been talking about the holiday almost the entire time. The minute all of the stores started decorating and selling Christmas things Castiel freaked out. “Tell me again why my doof of a brother deserves the best present?” Dean asks, slightly grumpy. He crosses his arms, pouting. They’re standing in Barnes and Noble, staring at the bookcase designated for all of the classics. They were arguing right now, because Dean can’t tell Castiel what books are Sam’s favorites. Castiel sighs for what seems like the thousandth time. “Because he’s always been there, for the both of us. And let’s be honest Dean, he’s spent the last year pushing us together. I’m pretty sure he’s the reason my car broke down and I had to call you for help. He’s the reason I spent a week in your bed, because he convinced me that the bunker was haunted- and I’m scared shitless of ghosts. He introduced me to Netflix, which I mean is a gift all in itself. He’s a good brother, and a good friend, and he’s been through hell. He deserves something more than a damn bookstore gift card Dean Winchester.” Dean hides his frown, turning around to look at a different bookcase. Growing up, they never had money. The few presents they ever gave each other were shitty. Castiel is right, Sam does deserve a really good gift. Dean just doesn’t know where to even start. “He’s a fan of Stephen King.” Dean coughs, clearing his throat. “Except for the one about the clown.” Castiel gives Dean an encouraging smile, taking his hand and bringing him to another section. They look through the books, settling on the one about JFK’s assassination. They figure history is Sam’s thing. As they’re standing in line to check out Castiel spots a mug from across the way. He drags Dean over to it quickly, smiling. He picks up the mug, showing it to Dean. It’s a white cup, with a furry moose face on it. The moose has a scarf and ear muffs, and it says ‘Merry Christmoose.’ It’s silly, but Castiel giggles at it. Dean grabs it from him, bringing it to the counter along with the book. The cashier gives them a weird look, probably because Castiel is smiling so big. When they split up it’s so Castiel can go to the bathroom while Dean gets them some hot chocolate for the road. When they meet up again Castiel is hiding a bag behind his back, smiling to himself. Dean lets him keep the secret, knowing how upset Castiel would be if he ruined the surprise. Dean doesn’t have to wait very long to find out his present anyway. It’s just after eleven when they all decide to call it a night, sending Dean to his bedroom. He walks in and sees a box on the middle of his bed with a shiny bow on it. He walks over to the present and unwraps it quickly, laughing when he sees what it is. Castiel leans up against the doorway. “You like it?” He whispers, shutting the door and locking it. Dean flexes his fingers around the box of condoms, smiling. “It’s perfect.”

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Day 2- Hot Chocolate

Castiel hates the cold. He crosses his arms and pouts about it for much longer than Dean expected. The ex-angel spends at least three quarters of his time bundled in a thick wool blanket, watching Netflix. Dean tries almost everything to get him up and moving, but nothing works. He offers to bring him on hunts, to let him drive the impala. He even tells him they can go to the mall, something Dean despises doing. Castiel stays curled up in a ball, leaning his head against the arm of the couch. The other twenty-five percent of the time he’s in the same position, only in Dean’s bed. Dean doesn’t complain, even if Castiel is a blanket hog. Even if he wakes up sometimes with Castiel’s warm body molded around him. When Sam comes home from the store, he calls Dean into the kitchen. He throws a box at Dean’s chest before moving on to the other groceries. Dean looks at the box in his hands, smiling. It’s their favorite brand of hot cocoa, the kind Dean always claimed their mom used. Dean moves to the far cabinet, pulling three large mugs down. Then he pulls a pot down, placing it on the stove. Sam finishes putting the groceries away while Dean works. Castiel barely glances at Dean when he walks in, giving the man two seconds before focusing back on the screen. Dean kneels down in front of the couch, letting the mug hover in the air as a peace offering. Castiel shifts his attention to the snowman mug only a few inches from his face. “Tea?” Castiel croaks, the blanket still wrapped tightly around his shoulders. “Better.” Dean says with a smile. Castiel shakes his head, giving Dean his usual serious scowl. “Nothing is better than tea, Dean.” “I promise.” Dean whispers, nudging the mug towards Castiel. Castiel gives it a skeptical look, but grabs it. He hums in appreciation at how warm the mug is, wrapping his fingers around the glass tightly. “Careful. Don’t burn your tongue.” Dean warns softly. He watches Castiel pucker his lips, blowing on the liquid softly. He ignores the shudder that runs through him at the sight of it. Once Castiel decides its cool enough, he slowly brings the mug to his lips. He sips the creamy liquid, his eyes fluttering shut as he swallows. A slow smile spreads across his lips as he takes another, longer drink. When he opens his eyes, Dean is smiling at him. “Good?” Dean asks. Castiel nods enthusiastically, sitting up straighter. He downs about half of it in the next big gulp. Sam walks into the room, his own mug in one hand and a bag of marshmallow s in the other. “Want some?” He asks, shaking the bag at Castiel. Castiel stares at it in confusion, but nods. Sam pours a few into his mug, then sits down on the chair across from them. He makes sure to focus his attention on the television, knowing Dean will get uncomfortable if it looks like he’s paying too much attention to them. He overhears Dean telling Castiel to wait a few minutes, because it will taste better when the marshmallows are all melty. Sam tries hard not to smile, taking a sip of his own hot cocoa. “Dean, this is amazing.” Castiel whispers after he takes another drink. Dean smiles. He wants to give Sam credit for it, because he was the one who bought the stuff. But the way Castiel is looking at him makes him want to be selfish. He wants all of Castiel’s appreciation and happiness, all of his smiles and hot cocoa flavored kisses. Dean leans in, not caring that Sam is only inches away from them. He brushes his lips softly against Castiel’s, earning a content sigh from him. When Dean pulls back Castiel is smiling. “I think I could get used to this. It’s nice.” Dean laughs a little. “The hot chocolate?” He kisses Castiel again. “Or this?” “Both.” Castiel nods, kissing Dean back. “Definitely both.”

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25 Days of Destiel Christmas

Oh my. OH my. OH MY. Here it is my loves. Starting today, there will be a post for every day until Christmas. Twenty-five posts my friends. Twenty-five. I would just like to say that I have worked extremely hard to pull this off, and I am so excited to share all of these ficlets with you guys. I have never done anything so big and hopefully I don't dissapoint anyone!! Thank you to everyone who submitted a prompt, and for everyone who has been following me and giving me love. I really appreciate it. I will also be posting these all together on my archive acount (a link will be with the actual stories, along with on my page). ENJOY (: ps: a few will be tagged #dcminibang. These are for a larger destiel christams I am participating in on the side. I really urge you all to follow this tag, since the writers and artists involved are amazingly talented!!