I woke up to find myself on top of Dean, and still naked. Sighing a long sigh, I sit up and rub my eyes. Dean flips over, still asleep. I could hear stomping in the hallway running up and down. Shit! Sam's awake!

"DEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAN!!" I heard him coming closer. Quickly, I grabbed my clothes that was all over the floor and I escaped into the bathroom that was in the room. Sam barged in through door and jumped on Dean.  "Dean! Dean! It's Christmas! Get up get up!" He bounced.

"Huh? Wha?" Dean coughed, from speaking to quickly after waking up suddenly. 

"It's Chriiiiiiistmaaaaaaas! Get up!" Sam said, sliding off the bed and pulling off his covers. He looked back to Dean and screamed. He screamed really loud. He ran out of the room, stumbling. "EWWWWWWW!!!! YOU'RE NAAAAAAKEEEEEED!!!!" Dean sat up in his bed, scratching the back of his head. He looked down.

"OH! SHIT!" He fell off his bed and searched around for his boxers. Once he found them he struggled putting them on, and then ran out of the room. "Sammy! You saw nothing!!" He yelled. I scoffed and laughed in the bathroom. I grabbed a hand towel and soaked it in hot water before wiping off all the dry semen I had on me. Last night was... magical. And a pain in the ass. Literally. I honestly had trouble walking. I guess Dean was pretty rough. But I liked it... for the weak person I was, I liked his rough attitude.

"Baby? You in here?" Dean called me through the house. I put some other clothes on and skipped into the hallway.

"I'm here!" I said as I put on one of Dean's ACDC's shirts. It was huge, so if looked really baggy on me. Dean walked up to me in his boxers, embraced me and kissed my head. I looked up to him as I wrapped my arms around him, putting my feet on his.

"Thank you..." he whispered to me.

"What for?" I asked, like I didn't already know.

"For... yah know..."  He cleared his throat. "My Christmas present..."  I blushed as I buried my face in his chest.

"Stop it! You're embarrassing!" I said, as I hid myself. Dean burst into laughter. As he walked both of us into his room.

"Imma put some clothes on before Bobby gets here." He added. I smiled as I traced my hands along his thick arms. I  felt my scratch marks.

"Oh my god, Dean, did I leave these?!" I asked, looking at them closely, feeling bad.

"Yes, yes you did. They are my new battle scars." He laughed, putting his arms around me and squeezing me, picking me off the ground. "You're so cute!" He smiled. I have never seen him this happy. Was last night really this effective on him? He put me to the side and searched his drawers for some pants. I went into his closet to pull out one of his plaid shirts. Once he finished zipping up his jeans and putting a black shirt on, I hand him the button-up.

"Here... to hide your 'battle scars'..."  I smirked, feeling silly I called my scratches that. He chuckles lightly as he accepted it and put it on.

Hours later, there was a knock on the door. Dean rushed over to answer it. Stepping into the house was a middle aged man, with a trucker cap, pants, and a red plaid shirt on. He had a beard, and a orange vest on. He greeted Dean with a long embrace, both of them laughing and saying happy holidays. Dean welcomed him in, as the man looked around.

"Well, you could at least clean a little more." The man commented, smiling a bit.

"Ah common. It was all Sam. You can't blame this on me Bobby." Dean replied, closing the door behind him. I hid behind the kitchen wall separating the living room from the dining room. So that's Bobby. Huh.

"Always blamin' little ol' Sam, aren't yah? Shame on you." Bobby teased, taking off his cap to brush his hair back and places it back on. Dean sighed, his smile still on his face as he shivered from the draft he let in.

"Anyone else here, or is it just me?" Bobby asked.

"No else has arrived just yet... But someone else is here." Dean responded. Bobby gave him a weird look. "Cas? Where you at?" Shit. He's calling me. Feeling self-conscience, I slowly came out of the kitchen. Bobby turned to me. I was so shy... especially when it came to meeting Dean's friends and family.

"And who might this boy be?" Bobby asked, scanning me. I held onto my trenchcoat from the inside of my sleeves.

"That's Dean's boooooooyfriiiiiieeeeend!" Sam popped up from behind me. I screamed and jumped. Dean shook his head slowly and gave a death stare to Sam. That little boy scared the living shit out of me. Bobby turned to Dean with raised eyebrows.

"Really?" He asked, his one very surprised. "I can totally see it. You idjets better not get into any trouble."  Dean scoffed, as he started to fidget. Bobby outstretched his hand to me.

"Name's Bobby Singer. Ol' friend of Dean and his pappy. Anything yah need, especially if it's help with these two dumbasses, just give me a call." He said, as I shook his hand politely.

"I'm Castiel. Castiel James--" I paused. I didn't really wanted to be called a Novak. That last name pissed me off every time i heard or thought of it. "--Winchester."  I finished. Bobby's  eyebrows rose again and a smile appeared on his face. He faced Dean.

"Yah two gotten married or what? Cause that's a little too young if you ask me...." Bobby teased. I giggled softly, as Dean covered his face with both of his hands.

Time passed, and eventually Jo, Ellen, some people named Ash, Garth and Jody eventually showed up. It seemed like a full house, but it wasn't too many people. They brought a few gifts and placed them under the Christmas tree Sam and I tried to set up weeks ago. Dinner wasn't too big either, it was short and simple. Jody brought over some pie. Dean's absolute favorite. He ate into that pie like he hasn't eaten in years. I smiled as I watched this family-- something that mine wouldn't have been able to. Dad gone, Gabriel being an assbutt, and Raphael was the only one there to see me open the gifts; where I obviously knew where they came from. I sighed contently, sitting on the couch next to Jo. She gleamed like she always has, laughing and enjoying the holiday. Everyone was. Then Ellen called everyone to the living room to open up presents. They're weren't too many. But just enough to make it look like there was for everyone. Bobby got a new flask, Ellen received a bracelet from Jo, Ash was given some new hardware for his laptop that he created, and Sam was given some Star Wars figurines. He screamed and he ran to his room holding the box.

"This is sooooo cooool!" We could hear him yell. Everyone burst into laughter. Then I saw Dean hand me a small wide box. I looked at him shocked. He got me something? He smiled at me as he told me that it was for me, and it would be nothing compared what I have given him. My eyes started to water, as I opened it. It was a simple necklace, with a locket. I pressed the tiny button on the top so it could reveal a picture of both of us, with one of the pictures that we took on a date. I gasped lightly.

"Dean..." I whispered, feeling so loved and appreciated. Everything he's done, and I still get a gift on Christmas day?

"Merry Christmas." He smiled, as those beautiful green eyes locked with mine. He kissed my cheek, as he grabbed the necklace from my hand and clipped it around my neck. I smiled as tears of joy ran down my cheeks.

"Dean!" Ellen called out. "This one's for you!" He automatically turned around and walked over to her, taking the present from her hands. He sat down and rubbed his hands together.

"Alright! My turn!" He exclaimed as he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. Ellen gave a gasp.

"Dear lord, Dean! What happened to your arms?!" She asked, grabbing him,to turn his arm over to reveal the scratches. Dean was at gape, trying to explain something. Suddenly, we heard:

I JUST HAD SEEEEEEEEEEEEX! AND IT FEEEELT SOOO GOOOOOOOOD!

We all turned to see Sam holding up his phone, that the song was coming from. He had a smug look on his face. Okay. I completely get the pain in the ass thing now. I looked at Dean, and he was completely red. I'm sure I was too. It was silent for a moment, since Sam stopped the song. I covered my mouth, embarrassed. Bobby cleared his throat.

"Well then...." he said, trying to break the silence. Dean shook his head as he stared at Sam with a I'm-Going-To-Fucking-Kill-You  face.

"I'm going to go get something to drink..." Ellen said as she rose up and quickly walked into he kitchen. It was silent for another moment. Then I heard Dean's ringtone go off. He pulled his phone out of his picket and answered it.

"Hello? Dean speaking."  He stayed silent for a moment, his expression fading. "Yes sir." He said. Another pause. "Yes sir, I completely understand. But what if he doesn't?" He said.

Who what? 

"Yes. Yes I do, sir.  I will." He finally said and then hung up. He stood, and grabbed his car keys, and walked over to me. I looked up to him confused. "Come with me." Hesitantly, I took his hand. His face was serious.

"Where you two goin'?" Garth asked as Dean opened the door.

"We have to take care of something. Important." Dean replied, his tone sounded serious too. Garth nodded, his face wiped of his emotion.

"A'ight. But you too be careful. You hear me?" Bobby added. Dean nodded and he pulled me out the door. He walked me over to the impala in the cold. It was snowing lightly, and the ground was slippery.

"Dean? Where are we going?" I asked, worried.

"Somewhere." He answered extremely vague. He opened my car door and sat me inside, buckling my seatbelt for me. Then he walked around, got into the car and started it. He buckled his seat belt as he drove onto the road. Where is he taking me? His face is too serious. Who called him? What did they say? A while later, we stopped in front of a house. I took a better look. It was mine. I turned to him furious.

"What are we doing  here?!" I asked, my voice madder than ever.

"Castiel you need to go in that house." Dean replied, not even looking at me.

"What?!" I scoffed. "Are you dumping me here?! Here with the people that wanted me to die?!"

"Castiel James Novak. I better see you get out of this car and walk into that house." He said firmly. I felt so hurt. Why is he doing this? He called me Novak? What has gotten into him?

"No! I'm not going into that house! I don't want to be there!" I yelled. Frustrated, Dean opened his car door and walked around to open mine.

"Get out." He said, pointing.

"No!" I replied, stubborn.

"Castiel, don't make me get you out myself." He sighed annoyed. I didn't move. He groaned as he grabbed me.

"What are you doing?! Let go of me!" I yelled as he swung me over his shoulder. "Dean! Please! Let go of me! I don't want to be here! Please!" My angry voice started to break up as I cried. What is he doing? My family betrayed me, is he doing it too? He walked up the front steps and opened my house door. It was open. That's weird. He set me down inside as I covered my face with my hands, sobbing. I can't believe he did it.

"I don't want to be here I can't believe you did this to me!" I cried through my hands. I felt so torn down. What the hell was happening?

"Oh Castiel...." I heard my name. It wasn't Dean. But I knew that voice. I picked up my head and turned around. There, standing, in a suit and tie, a smile across his shaved face and his hair wavier than ever. "You never changed..." He finished as he opened up his arms. My eyes widened as more tears fell from my face. I forced a smile as I cried.

"..... Dad...!" I said.