#destiel advent calendar

[diminuel]

Today's prompt is Cas baking a pie for a very happy Dean :D

It was a struggle to draw this...! A couple of months of little Destiel drawing and I have lost all skills X'D

[rezal-art]

Fanart Advent Calendar: Day 17

For Written in Sparks, by @jemariel. I loved the relationship between Dean and Castiel in this fic, and it made me wish there were more fics out there with Cas as a phoenix!

This piece is part of a personal challenge: an advent calendar that will feature one fanart a day for some of my favorite fics, from the 1st of December to the 24th. Enjoy!

[follows-the-bees]

Read it! Read it! Reading! Kiki is amazing! Can't wait for one a day! It will make my December!

Unwrap a gift a day! Destiel edition

The time has finally come!!! I have prepared a surprise for you for December! From tomorrow, until Christmas, I will publish a one shot a day. The themes will be the most diverse, and we will discover them together one at a time. This way it will be like unwrapping a present a day! Who knows what will be under the first present...

[hekate1308]

There Was Winter's Cold

A Destiel Advent Calendar

Dean had loved the Kansas River since he was a kid. Or perhaps it would have been accurate to say that he had appreciated what it represented – somewhere to go when Dad had been drinking again and Mom had told him and Sammy to get out.

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[saywhatjessie]

Strike Up The Band

Back at it again with an Advent Calendar! Just writing for whatever fandom or pairing feels right at the moment. Using this list by @raven-cincaide-words Day 1: First Snow | Newcomer | Forced Friendliness  Fandom: Supernatural - Pairing: DeanCas 1.1k[Ao3]

Dean could barely see the field through the cloud of his breath. “Cas, I’m freezing my tits off out here.”

Cas hummed, bringing his arm around Dean’s waist. “They’re on next and then we can go sit in the car.”

“That’ll be like another half hour,” Dean whined, turning his body closer into Cas’s. “I can feel the bleacher in my asshole.”

“I told you to bring your seat cushion.”

“I’m not fucking geriatric!”

“No, you’re cold.”

Dean grumbled, burying his hands in the bottom of Cas’s jacket. Cas didn’t even flinch.

It was starting to snow. The first of the year so it probably wouldn’t stick but it was still an unpleasant new obstacle to the day. Not only were they cold, they were about to be wet and cold.

“At least the season is almost over,” Cas reassured him. “And if they make championships, I think it’s in Florida.”

“Ugh, but Florida sucks. I hate driving in Florida.”

“But it’s warm.”

Dean grumbled again, his thigh pressed all the way up Cas’s. Cas laid his head on Dean’s shoulder.

Dean knew Jack wasn’t gonna be an athlete. That’s okay – Dean hadn’t been an athlete in high school either. Dean wasn’t gonna be able to help him throw a ball or shoot a hoop or whatever. He was expecting Jack to do a bunch of nerd shit: build robots for science club or a math decathlon or some shit. He was ready to help with those.

But Jack joined fucking marching band. So Dean had to go to competitions for entire weekends and freeze his ass off on the bleachers only to see his kid perform for fifteen minutes.

“Have you talked to him about indoor?” Cas asked.

Dean groaned. “There’s more?”

Cas hummed. “Another winter season. It goes until May. But they only have percussion and colorguard.”

“Jack plays the trombone,” Dean pointed out.

“He was thinking he might want to do colorguard.”

Dean laughed. “With that kid’s coordination? Is he serious?”

Cas smiled, opening his mouth to respond, when they were interrupted by another parent carrying a truly insane amount of blankets..

“Hi!” The mother said, brightly. “You’re here with Rock Hills, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Dean said, looking between her and her and the field. The band was still setting up.

“Oh, fabulous!” She said, taking the section of bench next to Cas. She put some blankets under her to sit on, hiked another over her shoulders, and wrapped yet another one around her legs. “I have been finding it so hard to get good watch buddies. My son just transferred!”

“Oh, nice,” Dean said, smiling for her. “What’s he play?”

“Oh, trumpet, of course!” She waved a hand like that was a given. “My boy always needs to be the star.”

“I don’t see how a trumpet is inherently more star-like than any other instrument,” Cas said, frowning.

“Oh, you both must be new to this!” The woman said, smiling in a condescendingly sympathetic way. “I was in band in my time. Everyone knows that if a marching band were like The Rolling Stones, the trumpets would be Mick Jagger.”

“So you were a trumpet?” Dean asked.

“Oh, heavens no! Far too masculine, can you imagine? No, I was a flute. Obviously.”

“So… Brian Jones?” Dean asked. Cas chuckled which made Dean grin brighter.

“Who? No, listen, the flutes are clearly the star of the woodwinds. Which are inherently more delicate and feminine.”

“These sound like very convoluted gender politics,” Cas said. Dean didn’t disagree, but he still elbowed Cas a bit. They still had to sit outside for twenty minutes with this woman.

“Oh, you’re just silly men,” she said, waving them off with a laugh. “Probably played sports in high school. I suppose I can’t expect you to understand.”

“Right,” Dean said, turning back to the field. He was so grateful it was rude to speak during a performance so he could ignore this woman for the next ten minutes.

Except even after the drum major gave their salute, this woman kept trying to engage them. Sure, this band wasn’t their band, but she could have still shown some respect. Dean kept shooting her polite smiles hoping she’d take the hint and shut the fuck up but she never did. She just kept prattling through the whole program.

After the drum major gave her parting salute and Dean and Cas had finished clapping, Cas turned to the woman. “That was extremely rude.”

She sputtered, clearly indignant.

“For someone who claims to be so familiar with the culture surrounding marching band, your lack of awareness surrounding the expected  etiquette during competition performances is frankly upsetting. I’m sure I’ll meet your son as he’s a part of the brass section, along with our son, but I’m not sure I’ll welcome you to watch with us again. It’s no wonder you haven’t found anyone to sit with if you’re this intolerable of company.”

“Cas,” Dean warned. He winced an apology at the woman. She wasn’t even looking at him, her jaw dropped.

“‘Our’ son? Like both of yours? You’re gay?”

Dean forced a laugh. “I mean where else do you expect to find friends of Dorothy than in Kansas, right?”

“Well, then I guess it’s good I’m such intolerable company to you, because I have found that you’re equally intolerable to me,” she said, grabbing her purse and an armful of blankets. “Now if you excuse me.”

“Wait, are we intolerable because Cas yelled at you or the queer thing.Lady, was it Cas or the queer thing?!”

She didn’t answer him even as he called after her so he just shrugged and turned back to Cas.

Cas held up one of her blankets. Dean wasn’t sure if she dropped it or if he snagged it from her, but he was delighted either way.

“Oh, nice!” he said, taking the blanket and wrapping it around both of their shoulders. He kissed Cas on the nose. “You gotta stop scaring the other parents away, sweetheart.”

Cas rolled his eyes, snaking his hand across his lap to join Dean’s. “She was insipid and shallow. She didn’t even get your Rolling Stones joke.”

“I know! He was the sax player! That’s a woodwind! That was the perfect joke.”

“And you know the saxophone is a woodwind,” Cas complimented, leaning into him. “You’re learning.”

Dean winked, tapping his temple. “Not just a hat rack.”

Cas laughed and the announcer introduced Jack’s school and Dean and Cas lost the next fifteen minutes to hooting and hollering and being generally embarrassing as was their god given right as gay fathers.

And if they snuggled in the impala, heaters on full blast, all the way until awards that evening, than that was between Dean and his babies.

[godofgarlicbread]

Destiel advent calendar day 1: Family reunion.

What if Cas came back from the empty, giving dean a second chance to confess.

@archervale @wormstacheangel

[watchandread02]

For the "Holidays with the Winchester: A very Destiel Advent Calendar" by @archervale and @wormstacheangel

Day Sixteen: Mistletoe

I feel like Cas would just stare at Dean

[amemipiacitu]

So I was mindlessly scrolling my sm after Christmas lunch (that lasted forever) and I stumbled into this

My first reaction was shock. Because I'm a one-ship only girl, and of course nothing else exists outside Destiel. WHO ARE ALL THOSE SHIPS ON TOP OF THEM??

But then my very sugar-fogged-very rational mind went into problem solving mode. I accepted (surprisingly fast) that Destiel didn't do very well this year on AO3, despite my best effort. So I started looking for a solution because in no way they're going to be that low or (God forbid!) even left out on next year's top 100 ships chart on AO3.

So here's me shouting out to artists, writers and hesitant, would-be artists and writers. Please. Please! Write, write, write and more important publish, publish, PUBLISH!! It does not matter how long your work is, or what language you write in. It doesn't have to be perfect, superior or amazing! It just need to be put out there.

A few tips:

Don't forget to fill the field relationship with Castiel /Dean Winchester when you upload your story, otherwise it won't count .

If you have multiple stories all tied together by a theme, like e.g. promptober, advent calendars etc, please publish them as single stories part of a series instead of different chapters of the same story. That will greatly help to increase the number of published stories.

Come on guys, let's bring the supreme ship back on the medal position it deserves!

[wormstacheangel]

I’m looking at your “SPN Advent Calendar” (aka “Holidays with the Winchesters”) and it kinda looks like y’all are baiting people into participating, while not really welcoming Sam? Advertising it as Holidays with the Winchesters is misleading when you’re clearly focusing on Destiel. You aren’t including all of SPN and its many ships, despite tagging it that way. I was excited at first! But now I see it’s just gonna be a ton of Destiel and little else. :( Feels bad, man.

Hello! 🎄

I don't understand how we can "bait" people to participate but anyone is welcome too! We call it "Holidays with the Winchesters" because that is their household name. Jack and Cas are official Winchesters for us and the brothers, I also named it like that because of the movie Christmas with the Kranks. Not that original.

Also, I don't see how we are not welcoming Sam? While we are focusing on Destiel, and created this for our destiecule, you can easily write for Sam. As long as you follow the rules, any ship is welcome. I was gonna write a few prompts for Sam and Eileen! But we mainly are Destiel shippers so of course we're gonna focus on them and their whole family.

Hope this clears it up for you 💚🎄💙

[diminuel]

"That's a low effort outfit, Cas."

@nuclerpotato707's prompt was butch lesbian DeanCas with their baby Jack but I completely spaced out and forgot you said baby Jack. Sorry! X'D I also don't know if I got the butch thing right.

But an attempt was made.

[rezal-art]

Fanart Advent Calendar: Day 3!

For The Devil & The Chariot, by n_nami and phoenix_ascended. An amazing soulmates AU with every chapter inspired by a tarot card. My fanart is inspired by one of the last chapters, The Sun!

This piece is part of a personal challenge: an advent calendar that will feature one fanart a day for some of my favorite fics, from the 1st of December to the 24th. As it's Sunday, this one was a much more complicated design than the two first ones, but I'll go back to simpler drawings tomorrow!

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Dean Winchester Christmas Elf

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Iundf8e by noirangetrois When Dean gets an unexpected date with a parent while doing his "Alpha" Claus duties, he couldn't be more excited. The alpha is smoking hot and his kid's adorable, even if the kid does ask wildly awkward questions. He knows this date is going to be awesome... at least, if he can work around the fact that the kid thinks he's Santa. Words: 802, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Series: Part 17 of Into the Omegaverse: A Destiel Advent Calendar, Part 2 of Kids Say the Darndest Things Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Kline Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Child Jack Kline, Kid Fic, Mall Santa Claus, Single Parent Castiel (Supernatural), First Dates, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Castiel Loves Burgers (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Loves Burgers, Ice Skating, Keeping the Santa Myth Alive, Advent Calendar Drabble read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Iundf8e

[hekate1308]

There Was Winter’s Cold, A Destiel Advent Calendar December 2

Masterpost

Alright. Now, this might have been too much for other people, but he was not other people. He was Dean Winchester, and growing up the way he had, not only had he met his fair share of crazies, but he’d also witnessed his fair share of meltdowns by the time he had turned ten. (Admittedly, the biggest and craziest had been his own father’s, but he didn’t like to think of that).

So he had just rescued a guy out of the river who thought he was a water wraith. Big deal.

“I see.”

He actually relaxed for some reason. Dean couldn’t help but shake his head ever so slightly, but hey, they needed to get away from here and into something dry fast, and if he really believed he was a water wraith, he’d hardly have an address, so he said, “Come one” and held out his hand.

He stared it as if he had never been helped up before – man, for all knew Dean about that kind of lifestyle, that might even be true – then grabbed it. He told himself it was ridiculous to feel sparks because there weren’t any, why should there be, and dragged him up to his feet.

“Alright. So first of all we’ll have to get somewhere warm and dry. Come on.”

And he led the way despite the man’s quiet question of “dry?”

They soon enough reached Baby – thank God Dean usually used his car to go to the river even if it wasn’t strictly necessary, because he really would not have wanted to walk through town drenched as he was, and with a guy who had no idea how to look inconspicuous, it quickly turned out, in tow at that.

Dean needed a minute or two to realize, but then he became aware what it was – the guy didn’t blink.

Then he realized something else. “I’m Dean. Dean Winchester. What’s your name?“

„Castiel“.

Dean waited for something else but when it wasn’t forthcoming, he decided to accept it for nw. Whether the guy was a drifter or he really was a supernatural creature (the next moment, he chided himself for the thought. Really, typical of him. One look into blue eyes and there he went… of course all of that stuff wasn’t real. Dad had gone insane somewhere along the line, only they had been too young to understand, until thankfully Bobby and Ellen had stepped in. So really, whatever there was, whatever kind of delusion was at work here… oh well first of all he had to get them dry...)

And so he did what he did best and concentrated on the here and now. They got to Baby, he made the guy get in with only wincing slightly as he thought of the upholstery, and then they were off.

Dean was focusing on driving, which was not being made any easier by Castiel commenting, “I’ve never been inside a car before.”

He finally settled on “I see” and drove home.

Once Castiel was busy drying off in his bathroom, Dean went to look for information. He had to know what illusion he was dealing with here.

Time to grab some of the books he’d kept and see what all this was about.

The Idea of Water Wraiths originated in Scotland. A wraith is thought to be an apparition -- a specter, a vision, an unreal image – and a Water Wraith is a spirit thought to preside over the waters. They supposedly take the form of skinny, old women with scowling features who dress in green. The Water Wraiths try to lure unsuspecting travelers to their death by drowning them.

Alright. That was… something he supposed. Well, not the drowning stuff, but he had expected something like that anyway. Every creature was dangerous in their own way, as far as he could tell from what he knew, because –

He realized where he was going and shook his head. It wasn’t, he reminded himself, as if this was real. He’d just rescued someone whose grasp on reality could be best described as tenuous, and if he truly believed himself to be a water wraith, then who knew what he could get up to? Fine, so he had not appeared to be dangerous so far, but man, first impressions could be very, very wrong, he had learned that one the hard way too.

He would just have to be careful, and if Sammy called or one of his friends dropped by… it wasn’t unusual for him to help out where he could, not really. The way he had gown up, it was just the right thing to do, and people were too selfish to begin with. So, he would put all that aside and try and do what he could for the guy.

There. That was a plan. Now he just had to stick to it.

[saywhatjessie]

I'll give it to someone special

Advent Calendar Day 2! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Christmas Excitement | Ex | No Reply  Fandom: Supernatural - Pairing: DeanCas .6k[Ao3]

Cas was in the shower and his phone wouldn’t stop vibrating.

Dean groaned, pulling Cas’s pillow over his head as he tried to sleep in a little more. It was odd for Cas to be up before him, but Dean knew he was just really excited for Christmas. It had been four years now of them being together and Cas being human and celebrating Christmas together but it never quite lost the shine for Cas. Dean smiled to himself, even as he tried to smother himself back to sleep. Watching Cas experience humanity with wonder made Dean fall in love with life all over again.

But he didn’t love Cas’s phone fucking BLOWING UP. 

He gave up on sleep, tossing the pillow and grabbing Cas’s phone. 

Cas had started a group chat. Of it looked like everyone he knew.

Even as Dean looked at it, new notifications of messages of Merry Christmas and reactions to everyone else’s messages kept popping up. Dean swore to himself, scrolling up to see what Cas could have sent to have even Claire texting them this early.

He got to the top and scrubbed a hand over his face. It was the photo of the two of them Cas had convinced him to have taken.

Dean and Cas had had to go undercover at an officer’s Christmas party and Dean had had a little too much fun buying ugly sweaters for them. He was let loose in a thrift ship and managed to find the most heinous couple’s sweaters of all time. They even attached on the sides with strings of working lights. It said “Together, we make Christmas bright.”

Sam secretly sent Cas coordinates to a goddamn Macy’s so now Dean had a professional photo of him and Cas in these sweaters.

And Cas had sent it to everyone he knew.

They looked sweet in the photo together. Dean is holding Cas low on his hip, his head tilted down so his cheek rested on Cas’s hair. Cas’s hand was in Dean’s back pocket and he’d squeezed Dean’s ass at the last second to make a laugh explode out of him. His cheek was against Dean’s shoulder and he wore a smile that looked so pleased with himself.

Dean had already been planning to have the photo framed.

Cas’s phone was still vibrating. Dean sighed and turned it on silent, reaching for his own phone.

His phone was opened to his messages. For fuck’s sake, had Cas sent the picture to everyone he knew, too?

But no. It looked like he only sent it to one person on Dean’s phone.

Dean was still snickering when Cas came back in, his towel around his waist.

“Good morning, Dean,” Cas said, smiling. He walked in front of Dean and kissed his forehead. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Cas,” Dean said back, pulling Cas back to give him a proper kiss on the mouth. He held up his phone. “Wanna tell me why you’re baiting Crowley?”

Cas didn’t even bother trying to look anything but smug. “I just want to make sure he’s seen it.”

“And you couldn’t include him in the group chat?”

Cas wrinkled his nose. “Absolutely not.”

Dean chuckled, shaking his head as Cas turned to their shared dresser to pull on some clothes. “Well he definitely saw it,” Dean told him, wiggling his phone in Cas’s direction. “Fucker still had read receipts on.”

“Of course he does,” Cas muttered. “He’s a petty bitch who wants you to know.”

“Yeah?” Dean asked, grinning. “And what does that make you?”

Cas turned to Dean, eyes flashing. “Well, we always knew you had a type.”

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[watchandread02]

For the "Holidays with the Winchesters: A very Destiel Christmas Advent Calendar" by @archervale and @wormstacheangel

Day One: Family Reunion

(This is the first fic i've written so please be gentle)

Stepping up to the familiar building, Dean takes a moment to take in the changes since he last saw it. Or more accurately what hasn’t changed. The Roadhouse still looks the same as it did almost five years ago.

He can already hear the laughter and chatter coming from inside. Taking one last deep breath he steps up to the door. A sign proclaims that the Roadhouse is closed for a private function today and will open up again in two weeks time, when the holidays are over. Hoping his presence will be a welcome one he opens up the door and enters the bar.

The bell above the door announces his arrival to the gathered crowd, who all stop what they are doing and turn to look at him. For a moment nothing happens, before everyone turns back to their tasks.

“Sorry, we’re closed for a private function at the moment. But as the sign outside said, we’ll be open again in a few weeks time, after the holidays are over. You are more than welcome to come back then.” Ellen says, before moving back towards the kitchen, probably to bring out more food.

When he doesn’t move, Benny starts walking towards him, saying “You waiting on some kind of special invitation or something mate? This is a private family gathering, the Roadhouse is closed today!”

“I kinda thought you might make an exception for me.” Dean answers and finally steps forward out of the shadow of the entryway he was standing in previously.

Everyone falls silent again as they take in the man standing before them. Because it is a man that’s standing before them now. No longer the barely adult that left for basic training five years ago. Gone is the lanky kid that had just finished high school. And in its place is a world weary soldier.

Sam is the first to come out of his stupor. He throws his arms around his brother as he cries out, “Dean, you’re back!”

“And here to stay,” Dean says as he wraps his arms around his little brother. Who isn’t really so little anymore, “Man what are they feeding you, Sammy?”

“It’s Sam, Jerk. And I’m not a little chubby 12 year old anymore, Dean.” Sam says, as he rolls his eyes.

Dean takes in his brother wistfully, “ Yeah, I guess you aren’t.”

Before Sam can reply he’s tackled in a hug by Charlie and Jo. Dean almost loses his balance since he didn’t see them coming.

“Woah there. Careful.”

Charlie and Jo are still clinging on to him, but Charlie mumbles into his neck. “We missed you dumbass. We’re entitled to tackle you.”

After Jo and Charlie pull away, the hugs don’t seem to stop. There is one from Jody, Donna, Ellen, Benny, Garth, Ash and even Bobby gives him a heartfelt hug with a pat on the bag afterwards. He gets a very tearful one from his mother, who clings to him for several minutes. But he holds her just as tight, if not even more so. He gets slightly overwhelmed by the sheer number of hugs, but he can tell that they all need this right now. Who is he kidding, he needs this just as much. When his mother loosens their embrace at last he looks over the gathered crowd. There are a few faces of people he doesn’t recognize. But his heart fills with love taking in his family, standing with the new people that they have taken into their fold. He is sure that he will be introduced to all of them over the course of the night.

But one person stands out to him. One that he knew very well before he left. But who hasn’t stepped in to greet him yet.

Green eyes meet blue and it’s like the rest of the world just fades away.

“Heya, Cas.”

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean opens up his arms, “you gonna stand there all night, or will you welcome me back as well?”

Cas steps closer slowly, until he is standing just before Dean. But instead of Cas stepping into his open arms, like he expected him to, Cas raises his hands to cradle Dean's face gently. Oh so gently.

“I am so glad to see you Dean. I’ve missed you. I thought I would never be able to see you again, talk to you again. I started to lose hope.”

Dean sinks into the soft touch, his eyes closing, “I’ve missed you too. So much, Cas. I thought about you everyday. When it got though, you were what got me through. And as good as this feels, can I get a hug now?”

“Of course, Dean.” And then, finally, he has his best friend in his arms again. They just stand there, holding each other close.

Until he hears a throat clear. He doesn’t know how long it’s been. It could have been seconds, minutes, even hours. When Cas was around, time always seemed to lose all meaning. Reluctantly he pulls back from their hug.

“Are you going to join us, boys?” Ellen asks as she puts what seems to be the last dish onto the overflowing table. Everyone else is already seated. They seem to have finished preparing the table and given them some space, while he and Cas were in their own world. Though there is more than one knowing look pinned on them now.

Cas grabs his hand and pulls him towards two empty chairs next to each other. “Of course. Sorry that we didn’t help set the rest of the table.”

“Just sit down ya idjits.” Bobby replies gruffly.

Before they can sit down however Sam interrupts, “what did you mean by ‘and here to stay’.”

“Well. I guess it’s easier to just show you.” Dean says as he pulls up the pants of his left leg, which reveals a prosthetic. “I was honorably discharged after I lost this in action.”

No one says anything for a bit, until Dean breaks the silence, “Hey it’s all good. We should get to eat the food, hot right. I wanna be able to finally celebrate Christmas with my family again.” And with that Dean and Cas finally take a seat at the table.

Dinner is a jovial affair. With Dean being introduced to the people he didn’t know. There is Gabriel, Cas’ brother, who Dean never met because he had moved away before Dean and Cas became friends, but who is apparently back now. Then there is Claire, a cousin of Cas, who got kicked out of her parents home, when she came out to them as a lesbian. He can understand why his family would accept her so readily. Next to her sits her girlfriend Kaia, and then there is also Kevin, a friend Sam made in college. Damn his little brother is going to college now. And he also has a girlfriend. Eileen seems like a lovely person and a good fit for his brother.

Even though Dean may not realize it, his family is extra cheerful today. The seat that had sat empty for so many years is finally filled again. Their family is finally reunited.

After everyone has eaten their fill, they clean up the table and bring out dessert. Which Dean is happy to find also includes his favorite pie.

“Uhhh, love me some pie.” Dean says as he puts a big piece on his plate. “Oh my god, I need to know where you bought this. This is so good.” Dean moans around the bite he took.

“Actually Cas made it.” Jody tells him.

Dean turns to look at Cas with wonder in his eyes, “you made this?”

There is a slight tinge of red to Cas’ cheeks as he answers. “Yeah, in the beginning it was a way for me to connect with you, while you were gone. And then I started to actually really enjoy it, so I own my own bakery now.”

Dean just stares at Cas for a second. “Marry me?” He blurts out.

But before he can take back his words, Cas cuts in, “is that your proposal? Maybe I’ll consider it when you actually get down on one knee.” There is a joking tilt to his voice, but Dean can see that there is a seriousness hidden in his eyes.

Apparently they had ended up staring at each other again, since he is pulled back to the rest of the table, by a cleared throat. He is greeted with knowing smirks on pretty much everyone's faces. They all think that Dean and Cas have been oblivious to their feelings for each other. But what they don’t know is that they had already told each other how they feel. Dean knew he would join the military once he was finished with high school and he knew what could happen to him. He didn’t want to leave Cas even more heartbroken than he already would have been, if he didn’t make it home. So they had made the mutual decision to just stay friends, until he got back. In hindsight, it probably wouldn’t have changed much, since those feelings have only grown stronger. And that was with minimal contact through some letters and phone calls exchanges here or there. He hopes that Cas still feels the same way for him, but based on how he’s acted this whole evening and the seriousness in his eyes at the question a few moments ago, he is pretty sure those feelings are still there. He’ll have to get Cas alone at some point this evening, since he doesn’t know if he can take it much longer.

Dean excuses himself to the bathroom to take a second to collect himself.

On his way back from the bathroom he collides with someone. He quickly gets his balance back, but whoever he collides with isn’t so lucky. And suddenly he has Cas in his arms.

Cas looks up at him and Dean can see a blush starting to spread over Cas’ cheeks. “I’m so sorry Dean. I didn’t see you.”

“Oh don’t worry Cas. I’ve heard that falling for me is quite easy. Though I never thought that you would.” Dean winks at Cas, who he rights back onto his own feet.

Their staring is interrupted by Claire this time, “Oh will you two just kiss already?”

They give her confused looks, but she jst points above them. They both turn their heads to look up, where a mistletoe is hanging in the doorway above them.

Dean rubs the back of his neck. “We don’t have to do this Cas.”

Cas looks at him for a second, before seeming to make a decision. He places a quick kiss on Dean's cheek, leaving him stunned, just staring at Cas in wonder. And then turns around to their family, which is watching them eagerly.

“That enough of a kiss for you?” Cas asks the crowd.

Before anyone can answer Cas though, Dean makes a decision of his own. Turning Cas around, he grabs him by the lapels of the suit jacket he is wearing and pulls Cas towards him. He kisses Cas square on the mouth. After a moment of shock Cas melts into the kiss and wraps his own arms around Dean’s waist, pulling him in even closer.

“I love you.” Dean whispers, when they finally pull away to breathe.

“I know.” Cas says.

Dean looks shocked for a moment, before chuckling slightly, “so who finally got you to watch Star Wars?”

“Charlie. Though it didn't take much to convince me. I missed you a lot, while you were gone.” Cas’ voice breaks slightly, during the last sentence.

Dean gently cups Cas’ cheek in his hand. “Hey, I’m here now. I’m not gonna leave again.”

“I know that now. But there were some really tough times.” Cas nuzzles into his palm. “I do love you. Just so you know.”

And with that they are moving in again, kissing gently.

They don’t notice their family cheering for them, too caught up in their own bubble. Eventually the others move on to other topics. And if at some point there is money exchanged between hands, then the two of them don’t need to know that. In time they will rejoin their family and be greeted warmly. And the celebrations will carry on well into the next morning.