Sitting on the counter in the kitchen, swinging your legs as you watched Sam cook dinner, you swiped a slice of cheese from the board. "I saw that," Sam grumbled, turning and grabbing the rest of the cheese, dumping it into the homemade sauce he was making. "Why don't you go be busy somewhere else?"

"But I love it when you make homemade mac and cheese," you pleaded, reaching for another slice of cheese but he smacked your hand away. "And Dean's in the library drinking whiskey. He won't talk to me."

Leaving the sauce to simmer, Sam turned to face you. "Make him. He would do anything for you, you know that. Just go...tell him how you feel."

The cheese lodged in your throat, taking a couple of well-placed smacks from Sam's hand to dislodge it. "How I feel?" You choked your face red. "What do you mean?"

Sighing, Sam turned back to cooking. "Y/N, it's easy to see you're head over heels for Dean. Do yourself a favor and admit it."

There was no way you were going to admit to anyone that you were in love with Dean Winchester. It would only end in heartache for you and humiliation. "I think you're delusional. Hurry up with dinner. I'm starving here."

Leaving Sam to work, you bypassed the library, heading for your bedroom when you bumped into Cas. "Cas! You're back!"

The awkward angel smiled at you. "I heard there were celebrations to be going on here. That you're actually celebrating Christmas?"

"We are," you answered, excited that you had finally talked the Winchesters into it. "We're celebrating Christmas, and New Year. I hope you can stay for both."

His hand rested on your shoulder, his smile lopsided but full of kindness. "I wouldn't miss it. Maybe during this happy time, you and Dean will finally admit your feelings for each other.

"Feelings?" You stuttered. "Dean and I..we don't...we're just..friends," you finished lamely. "Dean doesn't think of me that way."

"Y/N, I might be an awkward, naive Angel, but I do know that Dean cares for you. You care for him. So give him the present that will make him the happiest. Tell him how you feel."

"Tell me what?" Dean asked, rounding the corner, his empty whiskey glass in his hand.

"That dinner is almost ready," you spat out, pulling Cas along with you. "Let's go get ready to eat."

Cas frowned at you but followed along. The three of you made your way into the kitchen where Sam was finishing up. Settling down at the table, you smiled at the Christmas decorations you had placed throughout the bunker. They were cheap, from the dollar store. But they were bright and cheerful and made the cold and stark bunker seem more like home.

"Dean, why don't you sit by Y/N," Sam suggested, waving the spoon behind his back. "Cas and I have some things we want to talk about."

Rolling your eyes at his not-so-subtle way of putting you and Dean together, you sat down, taking the beer Dean offered you. "So, Y/N, what's your plan for tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe we can make cookies. Or we could watch a movie. Something that screams Christmas."

"Drink alcohol until we pass out?" Dean offered, and you elbowed him. "I'm down for making cookies."

"Cas?" You asked, but he shook his head, looking towards Sam for guidance.

"Cas and I have some research we need to do tomorrow. It will probably take us all day," Sam seems flustered, rubbing the back of his neck. "But Dean can help you bake. All-day if you want."

True to their word, Cas and Sam were both nowhere to be seen after breakfast the next morning. You wanted to smack Sam, knowing exactly what he was up to, but you were too excited to get some baking done.

Dean was in the kitchen, sitting at the table, nursing his last cup of coffee and bacon. You were busy getting everything out when Dean finally stood up.

"So...making cookies. What do you need me to do?"

"Get the flour out," you suggested, pulling some of the large mixing bowls from the upper shelf. Turning quickly, you ran straight into Dean's chest, sending flour flying everywhere. "God, I'm so sorry," you muttered, glancing up at Dean's flour-covered face. "You've got some...," you reached up, brushing it from his nose.

"It's fine," he stepped back, clearing his throat as he placed the rest of the flour onto the counter. Rubbing the back of his neck, he stayed off to the side, waiting for your directions. He handed you items as you needed them, laughing as more flour poured from the bowl, coating the apron you had remembered to wear. Somehow, you ended up with the cookies rolled out and in the oven. Sitting down with a beer, you smiled over at Dean. "Thank you for your help."

Clinking his bottle with yours, he smiled. "It was fun. I've never made Christmas cookies before. Or at least I don't remember. I enjoyed it."

"While we still need to frost them," you told him just as Sam and Cas came into the room. They glanced between you and Sam, smiling at what they saw.

"Looks like the two of you had fun," Sam said, sitting down across from you. "And it smells amazing in here!"

"You two have to help us decorate them. Please," you pleaded, giving Sam the puppy dog eyes he had taught you so well.

It took some finagling, but you had all three men help you decorate the cookies. There was lots of laughter and the counter was covered in sprinkles and frosting. But it was fun, and exactly what you had hoped for.

"Why don't you and Dean go hang out in the library. Cas and I can clean up," Sam offered, winking at you. Wondering what he was up to now, you weren't going to argue too much. If he wanted to clean, more power to him.

"Come on Y/N," Dean slung his arm over your shoulder, guiding you out of the kitchen and towards the library. On the table were a bottle of champagne and a box of chocolates. "If I didn't know better, Sam and Cas are trying to set us up."

"I think you're right," you agreed, taking a caramel from the box. "Too bad it's not going to work."

"It isn't?" Dean popped the top of the champagne. "Y/N, is that what you really think? That you and I aren't...well we shouldn't...,"

"Dean," you took a deep breath. "That's not what I think. But I don't want you to think you're obligated to feel anything for me. I completely understand, and I...,"

His finger pressed against your lips, stopping your babbling which you were grateful for. "Y/N, I've been too freaking scared to admit my feelings. But if you're telling me that you care for me, well then...,"

"I do," you mumbled against his finger which he quickly pulled away.

Brushing your hair back from your cheek, his smile was huge. "Well, then I'm grateful that my brother and that awkward Angel did this. But do we give them the satisfaction yet?"

"Nope," you agreed, even though you wanted nothing more than to throw yourself in Dean's arms and feel his lips against yours. Your biggest dream was finally coming true. Dean had feelings for you, and yet you had to pretend a little while longer. "What's your plan?"

Sitting down, he reached for your hand, glancing back towards the kitchen to make sure you weren't being spied on. "Let's act as if we have no idea what they're doing. We'll play up the whole friend angle, and see what they do."

Just then he pulled his hand away as Sam came into the room, a plate full of cookies in his hand. "You found our surprise!"

"It was really nice," you said, taking a sip of the champagne.

Dean downed his glass in one shot. "But what's the occasion."

Sam sat down across from you, eyeing you both curiously. "Just wanted to do something nice for the people I care about."

"We care about you too," You reached over, squeezing his hand. "You three are the best friends a girl could ask for."

Cas had just entered the room, a couple of boxes in his hands. He sat them down on the table. "Sam has our plan..."

Sam elbowed him, effectively silencing him. "Yes, our plan of having a good time is working. Y/N, we bought a couple more decorations while we were in town. Check them out."

You were pretty sure their plan wasn't working. At all. And part of that was your fault, but Cas and Sam weren't the best at playing Cupid.

Opening one of the boxes, you noticed a pair of turtle dove ornaments. One had your name on it, the other had Dean's. "What about the two of you? Don't you have ornaments?"

"Why would we need ornaments? We're not the ones that are in...," Cas started to argue until Sam elbowed him again.

Both you and Dean stifled a laugh. "We have our own ornaments. They're already up on the tree."

Dean took the next box, pulling out a huge bunch of mistletoe. "What's this?"

"That's mistletoe," Cas announced proudly. "I've heard it's a tradition around Christmas. You hang it up, and people kiss. Dean, maybe you should hold it over your head."

"I'm not kissing you," Dean spat out. You could see Cas' jaw clenching with annoyance.

"No, it's for you and Y/N!" He exclaimed. Sam rolled his eyes.

"It's pretty. We just thought it would look nice," Sam tried to explain. With a snap of his fingers, Cas had all the mistletoe hanging up around the bunker. One suspiciously hanging right above your head.

"Hmm, who's going to kiss me?" You teased, turning towards Sam. "Sam?"

"Just kiss already!" Both Sam and Cas exclaimed. Cas used his powers to push Dean's chair closer to you. Deciding you should end their suffering, you turned to Dean, cupping his cheek. "Should we tell them?"

"Hell no," Dean answered. "I think they can figure it out themselves."

With those words, he plucked the mistletoe and tossed it towards Sam before his lips brushed against yours.