The red, green and golden lights on the Christmas tree were rather eye-catching, and Castiel sat watching them flicker for a long time. Then there were the ornaments. Of all shapes and sizes. Some were Christmas-related, both commercial and traditional. An angel emblem. A reindeer. A Santa with a bag of toys. A star of Bethlehem. Then there were the ornaments which made little sense to Castiel. Was that a duck? Why was a duck on a Christmas tree? Castiel tilted his head, trying to make sense of it, but all he could do was wonder where ducks fit in either the commercial or traditional Christmas.
After several hours his eyes wandered to the angel figure on the top of the tree. It was undoubtedly Gabriel. He was the best known angel after all. The one who alerted Mary of God's child, Jesus, the one who led the shepherds and wise men to the stable in Bethlehem. Castiel wondered if anyone knew about him. About the lowly angel of Thursdays. He rather doubted it.
The quiet Christmas music had been left on by the men of the hotel, maybe by accident, maybe on purpose for whoever wandered in late. The commercial Christmas songs, such as Jingle Bells and Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer hurt his ears, and he couldn't imagine why anyone would want to listen to such crap. But then the traditional Christmas music would come on, and Castiel would sing along to it with his deep smooth voice, wishing that he had been there to witness the birth of Christ. It wasn't fair that he'd had to stay behind. He would have liked to see it.
The angel's eyes then went to the presents under the tree, and Castiel nodded his approval. The giving of gifts on Christmas was correct. It shadowed the giving of gifts to Christ by the Wise Men/Kings. Not that that had actually happened. No, most of the lore was made up, sadly. But, nevertheless, it was the tale told, the tale believed, and Castiel had decided he wouldn't question it. The presents under this particular tree, however, were blocks of wood which were neatly wrapped. Castiel couldn't figure out why. It didn't make sense to him. Maybe it had something to do with the commercial Christmas. Castiel shrugged. Oh well, humans could be weird like that on occasion, and sometimes alot more then just occasionally.
Castiel wished that there was no commercial Christmas, that everyone knew of and acted upon the traditional Christmas, where you were celebrating the birth of Christ, the ultimate gift from God. But nowadays, most people believed that it was the time of the year when a fat guy in a red suit brought presents. The real Christmas had been partially forgotten, and it made him sad.
Castiel rose from where he was sitting and teleported up to the Winchester brother's room. As expected, they were both fast asleep. Castiel placed his gifts on the table, and quietly wished them both a merry Christmas. He then disappeared back to his angelic duties, sad that he had to spend Christmas working in Heaven, instead of with his friends on Earth. But he knew that the brother's didn't really do much for Christmas anyways, and so he wasn't to upset.
When Sam and Dean woke up in the morning, found a small block of gold, a very, very, small flask of frankincense, and a small vial of myrrh. The tale-told gifts from the non-existent Wise Men to Jesus. The gifts of Castiel to the Winchester brothers.