Dean x Reader

Currently nibbling your thumb, you stared at the scene in front of you. Squinting one eye, then the other, wanting everything to be perfect. "Maybe a little more to the left," you ordered, frowning even more as it was moved. "No, never mind. I liked it better the way it was first."

"Y/N, is this really what we're supposed to be doing?" Jack asked, moving the Christmas tree once again, back to where it had been. "I mean, Sam, Dean and Cas are out on a hunt. Shouldn't we be doing research or something."

"Dean assured me they have it all covered," you assured him. "And besides, it's Christmas Eve. We haven't had a chance to decorate the bunker at all."

"I still don't totally grasp this whole Christmas thing," Jack continued, coming to stand beside you. "Like the tree inside the house. And a drink out of eggs?"

Chuckling, you opened the container of ornaments. "I don't get the whole eggnog thing as well. But a Christmas tree is a must. As is cookies, presents and Christmas music. Maybe I'll even surprise Dean with some mistletoe."

Cocking his head to the side, Jack stared at you. "Mistletoe?"

"Yeah, let's not go into that right now. How about we decorate this tree?"

After handing him an ornament and showing him what to do, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, checking for an update from Dean. Wondering how the hunt was going.

"It's a shifter," he texted. "We have its location pinned down, hopefully we'll be back by tomorrow morning."

"I hope so. Jack and I are decorating," you texted him back, setting your phone down on the table before taking another ornament out. Making sure the old antique record player was still playing Christmas music. Humming along to the music, you placed the ornament to the top of the tree.

"I think I like Christmas music," Jack announced. "It seems so happy and cheerful."

"It usually is," you agreed. "Want to bake some cookies now?"

"I do like cookies."

Letting him place the last ornament, you picked your phone up once again, seeing another message from Dean. "Damn thing is tricky! Could have just sworn I saw the Grinch!"

Giggling, you quickly texted a reply, tucking your phone back in your pocket before finding Jack in the kitchen. "Are they done yet?" He asked, twirling a snowflake cookie cutter around his finger.

"Nope. Guess the shifter is in the holiday spirit," you told him, reaching up and pulling down the flour. "Turned into the Grinch. I didn't even think that was possible."

"What is a Grinch?"

"We really have our work cut out for us, don't we?" You chuckled. "How about we'll settle down soon with dinner and we'll get you caught up on some of the Christmas classics."

It was almost an hour later the last cookie was finally frosted. Both you and Jack were covered in flour, food coloring, and frosting. You had a simple dinner planned for both of you, and the movie was ready to go. You hadn't heard from Dean again, and you were a little worried. Pouring yourself a small glass of wine, you sat down beside Jack, pressing play.

Finally, your phone buzzed, and you immediately picked it up. "You'll never believe it!" Dean exclaimed in text.

"What's going on? I hoped you would be done by now," you texted back while Jack giggled at the Grinch's antics.

Dean immediately responded. "I saw Elvis kissing Santa Claus."

You read the text twice, wondering if you had read it wrong. Elvis, and Santa Claus, and kissing. Not something you thought you would ever read from Dean. "Can you say that again?" You texted back.

Almost immediately your phone started ringing, Dean's picture flashing on your screen. "Y/N, you should have come with us on this hunt. I can't believe what the shifter has changed into. And now there's two of them! One changed into Elvis, like Elvis in the white jumpsuit. Another one was exactly like Santa. We came around the corner, and they were kissing! I think I'm scared for life."

"So I did read your text right," you chuckled. "Did you at least get a picture? You could sell that to the tabloids for sure."

"I did, and I can't wait to show it to you," he replied. "But we did finally Gank them. Thank goodness they were no longer Elvis and Santa. Not sure I could have ganked them."

"But then you would be the man who killed Hitler, and the man who killed Christmas," you teased. "Now, just hurry home to me."

Hanging up the phone, you told Jack the story before turning your attention back to the movie playing.

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You had waited up, hoping that Dean would show up before you finally fell asleep. But midnight rolled around, and no black shining Impala came down the road. No green eyed hunter to pull below the mistletoe. Snowing was falling gently to the ground, and you hoped it wouldn't delay Dean's arrival.

Sleep wasn't easy, and you found yourself awake at dawn. Slipping into some warm clothes, you stepped out into the hallway, relieved to hear voices in the library. Hastening up the stairs, you smiled at Sam and Cas before immediately jumping into Dean's arms. Your lips sought his, his arms holding you tight.

"What was that for?" He asked when you finally pulled away.

You nodded up, showing him the mistletoe he was standing under. "Merry Christmas sweetheart," he whispered, keeping you tight against him. "The place looks amazing."

"Thank you. Now can I please see the picture?"