The sound of a tree branch hitting his window was what woke Sam up.
He blinked a few times and looked at the alarm clock on his desk. After staring at it for a few seconds, he gasped.
It was 2:30 am, December 25th.
Sam squeaked.
He grabbed his moose doll and rolled out of bed.
He opened his door and tiptoed down the hallway, past his parents' room, to the stairs. He crept quietly down a few steps and stopped.
Sam's eyes went wide when he spotted the tree; so many brightly wrapped presents, neatly stacked around the messily decorated tree.
"You're dad is gonna kill you." Sam looked over the railing.
He saw his older brother, Dean, in a pair of boxers and a faded Metallica t-shirt.
He s'posed to be asleep, Sam thought, pouting and hugging his moose doll.
"I believe the amount of alcohol he has consumed has made it impossible for him to wake before noon."
The person Dean was talking to had messy black hair. He was wearing a tan trench coat and looked about a year or two older then Dean.
"Well," Dean said, "it was nice of you to sneak out for me."
"You needed to get your present," the boy replied. He reached into a pocket of his trenchcoat and pulled out something. He handed it to Dean.
"'Dr. Sexy' Season 1?" Dean said, in shock. "I-dude. Thanks, Cas."
"Merry Christmas, Dean."
Dean leaned forward and kissed him.
"Cooties," Sam said without thinking.
Dean and Cas looked up.
"Sam," Dean said, "get back into bed."
"Didja see Santa?" Sam asked excitedly.
"No, go to bed."
"You have to go to bed too, or I'll tell mommy and daddy you were up too and that you had someone over." Sam stuck his tongue out at Dean.
"You little brat," Dean said.
Cas smiled and pecked Dean on the cheek.
"Goodnight," he said.
"Bye, Cas," Dean said, blushing.
Cas left and Dean touched the cheek he had kissed.
He sighed happily.
"Dean's got a boyfriend," Sam sing-songed.
"Go to bed, Sammy." Dean said as he climbed the stairs.
"My name is Sam, you cootie-infected freak."
"Whatever," he replied, walking into his room.
"He's gonna get coal in his stocking," Sam said to himself as he got into his bed.
He fell asleep, hoping he was going to get more presents than his brother.