A/N

Here's a fluffy Christmas scene for you guys! Merry Christmas!!

-Hannah

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Dean

"Merry Christmas!" 

Dean opens his eyes blearily and starts slightly when he sees two sparkling blue eyes filling his vision.

"Oh, yeah...Christmas...Merry Christmas, Cas," he says with a smile, leaning in for a kiss.

Cas jerks back, a smile playing on his oh so kissable lips. "No, you have to actually get up first."

Dean rolls his eyes, unable to fight the grin on his face. 

Cas's eyes light up and he takes Dean's hand, happy as...well, as happy as a kid on Christmas.

The main room had lights that the two strung up a few weekends ago, and a rather scraggly looking tree was propped up in the corner, weighed down with homemade ornaments.

It was a rather pathetic attempt at decorating, but Dean felt his heart swell with happiness.

"Dean," Cas said, appearing in front of him. "I got you something!"

Dean smiles hard and accepted the poorly-wrapped parcel that Cas was presenting him.

"I hope it's a dog," Dean jokes, rattling the heavy box.

"Damnit, Dean, now you've ruined the surprise!" Cas retorts, a smile betraying his scolding.

"Well, while we're at it, I have something for you, too!" Dean says, leaning into Cas's face, just barely out of reach of his lips. "And I believe you owe me a kiss."

Cas closes the gap between them and presses his lips on Dean's, melting into the other man. Dean felt a slight twinge of sadness; in a few months he would never be able to kiss Cas like this again.

He pushes the thought away, focusing on the now. Now he had Cas, now he had Christmas, now he was okay. Okay for now.

Dean ends the kiss, and retreats to his bedroom to grab the thin, neatly wrapped present that Dean hoped Cas would like.

Dean watches as Cas unwraps his present. God, he was so beautiful. His hair was wild and unruly, and a grin was present, which is something that Dean never thought he'd see on the man. With his long-sleeved, loose-fitting pajamas, Dean could almost pretend that Cas was a normal college student who eats Ramen for every meal and whose arms aren't decorated with scars and stick-thin.

"It's a CD," Cas announces, breaking Dean out of his thoughts, "Did you make it?"

Dean nods, "Yeah, it's got a lot of songs that remind me of you on it."

Cas smiles from ear to ear and hugs Dean, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone. "Now open yours," he whispers in his ear.

"Okay, angel," Dean says with a smile.

Dean tears open the gift, and grins when he sees what lays inside.

"Oh, Cas..."

Cas's smile wavers, "Do you like it?"

Oh God did he like it. It was poem, written on a photo of the two of them at the hospital. Dean didn't know who took it, but it featured a emanciated and broken Castiel, bandages wrapped thickly around each arm and several tubes jammed into the man. Next to him there was another's man--Dean--who had his head bowed and face in his hands, his face masked in grief. Dean's threat closed up, unable to breathe as the memories rushed back--a bruised and broken Cas, Crowley's smug grin, the scream of hospital equipment as Cas flatlined--but Dean pushed the thoughts away and focused on the poem:

As I lay

battered

beaten

broken

oh so broken, my dear

I can hear the angels singing

And I think they're calling your name

Oh don't deceive me

Don't ever leave me

Leave me here alone 

I tolerate a world of demons

For the sake of an angel

And the angel is you

It was always you

It is forever you, forever you my love

As i write

breathing

beating

believing

I hear the angels singing 

And they're calling your name

Forever your name

Forever with me

Forever waiting 

Forever for you

~Castiel

"Castiel..." Dean manages to get the word out before throwing his arms around the smaller man, kissing his temple.

"So...do you like it?" Cas asks through Dean's hair.

"Dude, I love it. I'm framing that sucker."

Dean shot up, pulling Cas with him.

"Come on, dance with me, angel!"

Cas laughs, "With what music?"

"Do you like Elvis?"

Cas considers before nodding "I can dig Elvis."

"Great!" Dean pulls out his phone and sets it to a familiar tune,

"Wise men say....

Only fools rush in..."

"Do you even know how to dance?" Castiel laughs.

"Not a clue, my dear. But there's no time like the present, right?"

The two sweep around the room clumsily, laughing every time they stepped on the others toes.

"Like a river flows

Surely to the sea..."

"So, Cas," Dean starts, his hand resting on Cas's sharp hip bones. "Do you love me?"

Cas cocks his head, nonplussed, "Of course I love you Dean. Why do you ask?"

"So take my hand....."

Dean shrugs, "I don't know. Just making sure, I guess. Would be kind of awkward if I was the only one." 

"Hm. So do you love me?" Cas asks in return.

"Take my whole life too..."

"I don't know. Maybe. I'd better check," Dean smiles as he presses his lips against his roommate's. "Yep, I think I love you."

"Because I..."

Cas laughs, reaching his arms up and looping them around the taller man's neck. 

"Can't...help..."

Dean's face turns serious, and he says gently, "How're the wrists?"

Cas stiffens slightly, but answers, "They're all right."

"Falling in love...."

"Do I need to check?" Dean asks with a quick glance to Cas's sleeves.

"You can later if you want, but I'd rather dance a little while longer."

"With....you....."

Dean's smile returns to his lips, "So be it then."

In the light of the Christmas tree and the smell of pine in the air, Dean can feel himself falling harder and harder with every second that passed.

Day 61

Love more than you did yesterday.

Check.

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A/N:

Hello my dudes, I have a shoutout today (I don't usually do shoutouts but it's for a good friend so listen xD)! Be sure to check out The Random Adventures of Bert by chrisjpgrisham, it's a little random and odd but please check it out anyway!

-Hannah