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“Dean, seriously what do you want for Christmas?”

Cas had been bugging him for days trying to figure out what present to get the hunter. Ever since he had lost his grace, he had grown obsessed with trying to fit in with all things human, starting with all of the holidays. While at first the Winchesters were happy to humor him hiding Easter baskets and buying lots of chocolate eggs, decorating the bunker in so, so much green on St. Patricks Day, and even staging a cook-out for Labor Day (okay well Dean had to admit that one was actually kinda fun; beer and burgers what could be better), it was starting to be too much for Dean. He wasn’t used to celebrating Christmas. Hell the last time him and Sammy had celebrated was before he went to, well, hell and that isn’t an experience he really wants at the forefront of his mind.

“Really Cas, I don’t want anything. No presents. No tree. No nothing. We can sing Christmas carols if that’ll make ya feel all warm and fuzzy inside but I’m done with the celebrating.”

“But you seemed to really enjoy Halloween and Thanksgiving…” Cas trailed off. Admittedly, those had been his two favorite holidays to celebrate. Charlie had come back from Oz for a month (“I missed my family too much, couldn’t stay away from my overgrown brothers for too long,”) so their Thanksgiving actually kinda resembled something near normal for once. If you can call eating in an underground, secret lair surrounded by books and swords normal. And Halloween, well, Cas had wanted to go all out and dress up, and Charlie was oh so excited to do so. This had led to a disgruntled Dean dressed up as a cowboy, trying to pretend he wasn’t loving every second of it, watching Charlie in her video-game character get up, Sam dressed up in scrubs, and Cas wearing a bee headband and a tight fitting black and yellow striped sweater, that most definitely did not have any affect on Dean’s enthusiasm for the holiday. Either way, he was so not ready for a white Christmas, or any other kind of Christmas for that matter.

“Doesn’t mean I want a Christmas present. If you and Sam want to decorate then fine, but leave me out of it,” he declared before walking out of the living room to go lay on his bed like the angsty teenage girl that Sam was convinced he was. His exit was swift, but not before he could see the hurt that appeared in Cas’s eyes at Dean’s reluctance to sway. A few hours later, Sam came into his room and sat down on the bed next to Dean. He rolled his eyes and turned his music up louder, but his brother just yanked the headphones from his ears.

“You know Cas doesn’t understand that Christmas isn’t always a happy holiday. Me and you, we never had a normal Christmas with a tree and presents and a giant ham. He’s never had that either though, so yeah maybe it’s a sore subject because we’re used to dollar chocolate bars from the gas station, but c’mon Dean just let him have his fun. Won’t it be nice for once to have a real Christmas?”

“Fine,” Dean grumbled back, realizing he was at the losing end of the argument. “But I’m not doing any decorating, that one is still up to you two.” Sam just replied by smiling and leaving the room, most likely to go tell Cas the news. “And I don’t want any presents ya hear that Sammy!” Dean called after his younger brother in an afterthought, knowing that it was probably a lost cause anyway. Once Sam put his mind towards something, he tended to get his way.

In the weeks leading up to Christmas, Dean found himself growing more and more used to the idea of having a real celebration for once, though he wouldn’t tell Sam and Cas that. The bunker slowly filled with tinsel and holly, a tree was put up and decorated with tons of cheap plastic ornaments that Cas had gotten from the store, and the smell of cookies baking was never once gone from the air (which may have had a huge influence over Dean’s fading reluctance.) One night he walked into the kitchen to see a huge tray of gingerbread men and a giant wreath above the door. He grumbled a little about the wreath to Sam, but gladly grabbed a handful of cookies. No matter what though he still insisted that Cas not buy him a present.

“Dean, please, just once let me get you something,” Cas almost yelled in exasperation.

“Cas. What money do you have? Where are you going to get a present? We’re in the middle of nowhere in a bunker! Just bake me some cookies or something,” Dean insisted. After that conversation, Cas stopped asking so he assumed he had finally given up. Maybe he actually would get some cookies out of this deal. Before he knew it, Christmas morning rolled around and Dean was being dragged out of bed by a very enthusiastic former angel who insisted they eat breakfast and open presents right that very second.

“Just five more minutes,” Dean wined, pulling the blankets over his head to block out the light that had flooded into his room.

“No Dean, I want to now,” Cas wined back in the same tone. Dean peeked his head out of the covers and saw Cas looking down at him with those puppy dog eyes that he must have learned how to use from Sam.

“Fine,” he replied getting out of bed. “But I’m not happy about it.” He was in charge of cooking breakfast, obviously, and therefor it contained way too much bacon for Sam’s taste, but hell it was Christmas so bacon was obviously in order. As soon as they had shoveled down their food, Cas approached the tree with a huge grin on his face. Overnight, a few presents had been laid out underneath it, and there were even three stockings hung. Dean was shocked, but he had to admit it made him happy despite what he had said about not wanting any presents. Cas started handing the boxes out to Sam and Dean, and kept one for himself. Dean had a present from Cas and Sam each. The box from Sam was small and shoddily wrapped, but Cas’s present was large and looked like it had been wrapped at the store by professionals. Which it probably had been considering the state of the wrapping on Sam’s present from Cas. Both of them looked at Dean expectedly.

“What am I supposed to open mine first or something?”

“Well you have two but we each only have one so we figured you could open one now and then another after me and Sam go,” Cas supplied as an answer, smiling. Dean was reluctant to see what was in the boxes, after all he really didn’t want any money to have been spent on him, but he gave in. Weighing the two options, he figured he’d open the present from Sam first. It was more than likely some random gadget from the convenient store up the road, so it had less pressure. Ripping open the paper, Dean looked down to see the one thing he thought he’d never see again. Sitting in the middle of the wrapping was the necklace Dean had thrown away that day in the motel room while Sam watched on.

“You picked it up?” Dean asked, trying not to show how emotional he was.

“Of course I did. I knew you’d want it back some day,” Sam smiled back softly. He knew how much was too touchy feely for Dean though, so he immediately started to open his present from Cas to draw the attention off his brother pulling the necklace over his head.

“Ah cool, I’ve been wanting this book for ages!” Sam exclaimed after tearing the paper off of his own gift.

“Nerd,” Dean scoffed with a smile, looking down at his younger brother. He then glanced over to Cas, happy to see the joy in his eyes as he watched Sam open the book.

“Okay angel, your turn now,” Dean prompted Cas, who looked down at the box in his hand and carefully took the paper off. “Cas no, you gotta just rip into it that’s the only fun way to do it!”

“But I like this paper, I don’t want to ruin it,” he said, innocently. When he finally got through the wrapping, it turned out to be, gasp, a book. Of course the two nerds would give each other books.

“Dean, you can open my present now,” Cas smiled over at him with a wicked gleam in his eyes. Wary of what was in the large box, he lifted it up and started to take the paper off. As soon as he could see what was in it, he started laughing so hard he almost dropped it.

“Really Cas? Really?” he laughed, pulling the giant Han Solo out of the tangle of paper. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“How am I supposed to know?” Cas grinned back. “Keep it on your nightstand? Maybe it can watch you while you sleep to make sure nothing hurts you.”

“You little shit,” he shook his head fondly. “You know what this calls for? A Star Wars marathon. Tonight. No getting out of it. And don’t think I’m so much of a Grinch that I didn’t get the two of you a present either,” This caused Sam and Cas to look up at him, obviously not expecting that. “Oh c’mon it’s fucking Christmas,” Dean smiled, as he put down the Han Solo figure and left the room. He came back a few minutes later holding, much to everyone’s surprise, a Golden Retriever puppy.

“How did you hide that??” Sam demanded in surprise, as he immediately ran over, taking the dog from Dean’s arms.

“I’m good,” was all he replied with a wink. The next few hours were spent eating gingerbread and the leftover bacon and playing with the newest member of their small family with Christmas music playing in the background. In the end, Sam opted out of watching Star Wars in favor of reading his new book with the puppy, now named Gingerbread, at his feet, and Dean was too happy to bother making him stay. That left Dean and Cas curled up on the couch together, with Han Solo on the floor at their feet. Sometime around the middle of The Empire Stricks Back, Cas yawned loudly before resting his head on Dean’s shoulder, while glancing up to make sure he wasn’t getting glared at for breaking some sort of boundary.

“Hey Cas,” Dean whispered, causing him to glance back up. “I actually got you another present, one that’s just for you.”

“Really?” Cas wondered out loud. “You really didn’t have to Dean. Today has been perfect I can’t imagine anything better.”

“Just wait,” Dean said softly as he gently placed his hand under Cas’s chin, pulling his head up to the same level as his own. For a second Cas’s eyes filled with confusion, but it was gone the second Dean’s lips touched his own. He pushed back in slow desperation as Dean’s arm wrapped around his back, pulling him closer.

“Merry Christmas, Cas,” Dean smiled as they pulled apart. The rest of the night was spent slowly exploring each others mouths in the dark, the movie completely forgotten in the background. Once Cas had started yawning one too many times, they made their way back to Dean’s room to fall asleep curled up in each others arms. All in all, it was the best Christmas Dean had ever had.

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