(Yay! Fuzzy hedgehog Dean for this chapter my fellow Destiel trash friends!)

December 25th, 2012
New York
12:29 P.M.

I felt the sunlight pour through the window and fall upon my face. I groaned and moved my body so I was facing the other way. Then suddenly the hand on my waist tugged me closer. My eyes flicked open and to my disbelief Dean was lying next to me.

"What the . . ." I said, trying to remember the events from the day before.

"Mmm, morning my Sleepy Angel." Dean said in his rough morning voice.

"Good morning Dean." I replied awkwardly. He opened both his eyes and chuckled. "What?" I asked.

"You've got sex hair." He said, tousling my hair.

"Yeah well, you have bed head too, but you look cute . . . Like a fuzzy hedgehog!" I squealed, running my fingers through his spiky hair.

"Yeah yeah, I'm a man, I need my food. You wouldn't happen to have any pie now would you?" Dean asked me, sitting on the side of the bed.

"Uh yeah, apple and pumpkin." I told him, getting out of bed as well.

"Mmm, love me some sweet apple pie." Dean said, smacking his lips together and standing up, stretching his arms and arching his back, letting out a satisfied sigh when his back cracked.

"I'm more of a pumpkin kind of guy if I do say so myself." I said, shrugging.

"You're so basic." Dean laughed, casually throwing an arm over my shoulder and kissing my temple.

"What? No, apple pie is basic. I mean pumpkin pie is very basic if we are talking about get together's with family on holidays and such but apple pie is consumed by a large portion of the population, just stating the facts here Dean." I told him.

"Geez Angel, you're so sophisticated, but I love you anyways." He said, leaning and pressing his lips against mine for a few brisk moments.

We walked out of the bedroom and into the main room of the cabin, where all the Christmas decor was located.

"Oh my God Dean! It's Christmas! I completely forgot, how could I forget?!" I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him happily.

"Yeah yeah, Merry Christmas Cas." He said, not nearly as excited as I was.

"What's wrong Dean?" I asked, pulling away from him, giving him a concerned look.

"Nothing its just that I . . . Never really celebrated Christmas due to my . . . Lifestyle I guess you could call it." He explained to me.

"What kid doesn't celebrate Christmas, that's horrible. Tell me about that lifestyle of yours though." I said.

"Well Angel, let's save that talk for another time, maybe tomorrow. We wouldn't want to kill the Christmas vibe now would we?" Dean asked.

"No, no, of course not. But how about that pie that you were oh so interested in before?" I hinted to him.

"Oh yes yes yes. I live, eat, and breath pie. I would kill for pie." He said, whispering the last part.

"Well since I don't want to die on Christmas day, I guess I will fix you up some pie." I said, walking into the kitchen and retrieving the pie from the fridge. I took a slice of apple and set it on a plate, as well as a slice of pumpkin, and then heated it up for a few till they were nice and warm. I put a dollop of whipped cream on both and brought it out to Dean, who dug right in.

"Holy shit, where did you get this? It's literally the best friggin' pie I have had in my lives . . . LIFE! I meant life." He said, laughing awkwardly.

"Okey dokey big-boy, let's not get carried away." I said, patting his on the back before taking a seat across from him.

"No but seriously, where did you get this pie?! It tasted like God himself baked it." He said, shoving another huge bite into his mouth and chewing happily.

"That's a nice compliment but no, I made it myself." I told him.

"Holy shit Cas, you need to have your own bakery, this is like heaven. Or what's that other thing that they call it . . . Food porn!" He exclaimed.

"Oh Dean I really would live to but I have a sort of commitment to that bookstore of mine." I told him.

"I know, I understand Angel." He said, looking me in the eye and grabbing my hand from across the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Thank you Dean." I said, for he truly made me feel amongst the stars.

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We had watched Christmas movies, cuddled, baked and burnt almost 70 cookies. (That was on Dean's behalf because I was trying to bake him more pie because the cute bastard ate it all in ten hours.)

We were currently snugged up on the couch, his arms wrapped around me with my head on his chest as we sang along to Elvis's Blue Christmas. (A/N 'I can dig Elvis' Ah my poor Destiel heart! Twist and Shout ruined me.)

Dean was a great singer. He denied it but he truly had a beautiful voice, I suggested he write some of his own stuff but he simply refused.

After the song finished I leaned up and kissed him for a good few seconds and then slowly pulled away, keeping my eyes closed for an extra few seconds.

"Merry Christmas Dean, I love you." I told him, getting myself lost in his eyes.

He smiled down at me an said, "Merry Christmas to you to my Angel, and I love you too, more than you could ever imagine."

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(I hope that was a very Merry Destiel Christmas. You will be hearing Dean's news to Castiel soon! Lol I bet he is pregnant. Haha just kidding. Or am I? They could have done the dirty overnight. Oh well, thanks for almost 650 reads and we are so close to 100 votes, almost there! Anywhore, thanks for reading, till next time! ~ Laylah Winchester.)