30 Days of Christmas
~A Destiel December~
Just a fun fluffy little story about Sam, Dean, Cas, Charlie, Kevin, and Crowley at the bunker.
I'm going to try to post a new chapter everyday.
My Tumblr: the-fallen-angel-has-the-tardis
So without further ado…
December 1st
"C'mon, Cas…" Dean whined. "It'll be fun. Trust me."
"I don't know Dean. I'm not sure your idea of fun is the same as mine." Castiel replied.
"Well if you're not going to do it for me, then do it for the children." Dean said dramatically.
"What children? I was not aware that their were youths at the bunker." Castiel asked confused.
"It's an expression." Dean explained. Cas nodded in acknowledgement and let Dean continue. "No, but seriously Cas. You have to come. It won't be the same without you. You're like family to Sam and I. And I'm sure you'd love to get to know Charlie and Kevin better."
"I'm sure they are very nice people. Dean, I'd love to join you for your festivities, but I have other responsibilities." Castiel denied.
"C'mon…" Dean teased. "You know you want to come."
"Yes I do, Dean. You know that, but I can't." Castiel replied.
"Sure you can. You can put aside heaven's duties for 30 days can't you? That's nothing compared to how long you've lived." Dean pushed.
"I'm an angel. I can't just "blow off" heaven, as you say." Castiel said with finger quotes.
"How about this?" Dean offered. "You stay with us, but if heaven needs you, really needs you, you can go."
"That arrangement would work." Castiel answered.
"Great!" Dean exclaimed. "It's gonna be awesome."
"What time should I be there?" Castiel asked.
"You can just ride with me. I'm going to pick up a pizza on the way home, though." Dean answered.
"That's fine." Castiel replied.
"Awesome. I'm gonna call Sam." Dean flipped open his phone and speed dialed Sam.
"Dean?" Sam answered.
"Hey Sammy." Dean replied.
"What's up? You on your way to the bunker?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. I just have to grab the pizza. I got Cas to come." Dean said.
"No way." Sam scoffed.
"Yes way, my brother, Yes way." Dean responded.
"How did you get him to agree?" Sam asked.
"Just had to compromise a little. Nothing much. Underline is that he's coming." Dean said.
"That's great. I'll tell Charlie and Kevin. I'm sure Charlie will be glad to see Cas again." Sam said.
"You do that. See you soon, Sammy." Dean said, flipping the phone shut.
He turned the keys in the car engine, letting the infamous sound ring into the air.
"You ready, Cas?" Dean asked, turning to the trench coated angel next to him.
"Yes." Castiel replied.
"Here we go then." Dean smiled deviously as he went from 0 to 60 and took off down the road.
After a few minutes of driving, Dean flashily swung into the driveway of the pizza place, his tires screeching on the asphalt.
"That was a bit reckless, Dean." Cas said.
"Cas, I'm all kinds of dangerous. Safety's for losers." Dean said with a laugh.
"You should be more careful, Dean." Castiel replied seriously. "I don't want to have to bring you back to life again."
"Oh, don't be such a chick." Dean mused. "All the things I've killed with Sammy. Hell, I've been through hell and purgatory. I think I'll do fine in the car."
"If you say so." Castiel replied dubiously.
"Well, I say so. Now how about we get some pizza?" Dean said climbing out of the impala.
He and Cas walked into Pizza Hut. Dean walked up to the counter and smiled flirtatiously at the young blonde cashier.
"What can I get you gentlemen?" She asked returning the smile.
Dean glanced at her nametag briefly. "Well, Christina," He paused for a moment. She smiled at him.
"I'll get two large pepperoni pizzas. I only want one to have stuffed crust. Then I'll get two large meat lover's pizzas. Last but not least, I think I'll get a small pineapple pizza."
"Full house?" She asked as she rang up the order.
"You could say that." Dean said.
"Actually it's not even a house. It has a dungeon. We're keeping the king of Hell in there." Castiel said.
Dean kicked Cas under the counter and the cashier eyed Castiel confused.
"Don't mind him. He's my cousin. He's kind of a mental case. I volunteered to take care of him after his release from the mental facility." Dean said.
"But I-" Cas started. Dean kicked Castiel under the table.
"Shut up." He whispered quietly.
Christina smiled at Dean. "Aw. That's so sweet of you."
"Yeah, well. Anything for family." He replied.
"Your total comes to $51.87" She said.
Dean pulled out his wallet and fished out his credit card. "Here you go."
She glanced at the name on the credit card and then ran it through the system. The receipt started printing.
"Thank you, Mr. Krovozchki" She said slowly, handing Dean back his card. "Your order will be out in 15 minutes."
He grabbed Cas's wrist and walked him towards the bathrooms. As soon as they were out of sight from anyone else, Dean pushed Cas against the wall by his shoulders.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Dean whisper yelled.
"You were lying to her." Cas replied.
"Well I wasn't going to tell her the truth." Dean said. "Oh don't mind him. This is just my friend Cas. He's an angel of the Lord."
Cas was silent for a moment.
"I'm sure that would keep out of the asylum for sure." Dean said with a fake smile.
"Lying is a sin, Dean." Castiel said.
"Cas, you should know as well as anyone that what I do, what Sammy and I do, doesn't exactly follow God's rules." Dean spat back.
"That doesn't mean you lie to an innocent girl, Dean." Castiel replied.
"Well she doesn't deserve to know the truth. That's for sure. Like you said, she's innocent." Dean replied.
Castiel was about to reply when someone opened the bathroom door and walked in. They gave Cas and Dean a weird look at the sight of him pinned on the wall.
"Could you do that somewhere else?" The man asked.
Dean quickly retracted his hands off Cas. "This isn't what it look like!"
"Sure…" The guy replied. "Just, could you not. This is a bathroom, not a snog room."
"No one was kissing anyone in here!" Dean yelled at the guy.
"I bet you say that to all the guys who walk in on you." The guy said sarcastically.
Dean punched the man in the face.
"What the hell!?" The guy yelled.
"Dean. Let's go." Cas said grabbing Dean's arm.
"Why?" Dean shot.
"So you don't do anything you regret." Cas said through closed teeth.
The man was rubbing the side of his face where Dean hit him.
"Yeah. How about you get the hell away from me, you fag?"
Dean felt his face grow red. He jumped on the stranger and through him to the ground. He strattled him and repeatedly punched him in the face.
"I'm not gay, but I know people who are. And they are fucking awesome. So how about you apologize before I pound your face in?" Dean said with a pretend grin.
"No." The man under him said with a devious grin.
"That's it!" Dean yelled pulling his gun on the man and aiming it at his face.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm sorry man! I'm sorry! I got a wife and kids! Don't hurt me!" The man cried.
"Dean, stop it!" Cas yelled, grabbing the gun.
"Give it back!' Dean yelled in reply.
"I'm not going to let you shoot an innocent man in the face just because he's a dick." Castiel said.
Dean squinted his eyes and rolled off the guy.
"We can leave my brother to that."
Dean smiled slightly at the remark. He sighed. "Fine."
The man on the ground laughed softly. "Anything for your boyfriend, huh?"
"Good." Cas said. He was about to tuck the gun into his trench coat, when Dean grabbed it and was seconds away from shooting the man.
"That's it!" Dean yelled.
"Dean, no!" Cas screamed. He realized he had no choice or this man would die. He quickly placed two fingers to Dean's head and he collapsed on the ground.
The man pulled out from under him and backed up against the wall. "Wh-what are you?" He stammered.
"I'm an angel of the Lord." Castiel responded nobly.
"That's not possible! You don't exist!" He yelled in fear.
"I assure you we are real. Here I'll help you up." Castiel said with a smile.
The man shakily nodded his head and Castiel walked over to him. He offered his hand the man grabbed it.
"Thank you." He said with a nervous smile.
"Not so much." Castiel said, and stopped smiling. He pinned the man up against the wall.
He whispered in his ear. "I know what you are."
The man was shaking even more. "Please. Please don't!"
"Sorry. I don't do requests." Castiel replied.
Black smoke quickly shot out of the man's mouth. Cas placed his hand in the air and pushed the smoke back in the man's mouth.
"Not so fast." He put his hand on the man's head and light burst through his eyes. The man collapsed on the ground and blood slowly pooled around his mouth.
Cas put two fingers to Dean's head. Dean woke up startled. "What the hell, Cas?!"
"Dean, get up. Get the pizza and get out of here." Castiel instructed helping Dean up.
"Cas what'd yo-" Dean started, but then stopped as he saw the man lying on the ground.
"I'll explain in the car." Castiel said and flew out to the impala.
Dean pushed open the bathroom door and waited by the counter. After a few minutes, the waitress came out from the back with the five pizza boxes. She placed a small pile of napkins on top of the pile. She placed one more napkin on top. The napkin had 10 digits scrawled in sharpie on it. She winked at him and put her hand to her ear. She mouthed call me.
He smiled and nodded. After he was out the door he opened the passenger door to the impala and set the large stack of pizza's on Cas's lap. "Hold these."
"Do I have a choice?" Cas asked.
"Nope." Dean smirked as he started up the car.
"Why'd you want to shoot that man back there?" Castiel asked.
"He was a dick. And something was off about him. My instincts were telling me he was up to no good." Dean said.
"I was wrong to stop you from shooting him." Castiel said quietly.
"What?" Dean said.
"I was wrong." Castiel repeated.
Dean smiled. "And why was that?"
"He was a demon. You should have shot him." Castiel answered.
Dean chuckled. "How did you know he was a demon?"
"No one in their right mind pisses you off when you have a gun to their faces. Unless they're asking for a death wish. That tipped me off that it wasn't human." Castiel explained.
"How'd you figure it was a demon though?" Dean prodded.
"Only demons are that big of smart asses." Castiel replied blatantly.
Dean laughed. "Demons and Gabriel."
"Gabriel is not that bad." Castiel said defending his brother.
"Have you seen him?" Dean scoffed.
"Maybe he is. At least he doesn't want to murder you and everyone you love." Castiel joked.
Castiel carried the pizzas into the bunker, leaning to the side so he could see where he was going. The door shut behind him.
Sam laughed as he saw the sight. "Let me help you with that."
Sam grabbed three of the boxes and walked with Cas to the area where everyone – sans Crowley – was sitting and talking.
"What took you so long?" Sam asked.
Castiel sighed. "You don't want to know."
"Well then." Sam replied as he set the pizza on the table.
"Dig in, mis amigos!" Dean yelled as he popped the lid off a beer from the cooler.
Charlie put away her Gameboy and looked up. She hadn't noticed Castiel was there. She let out a high pitched squeal.
"Castiel, right?" She asked.
"Yes. That's correct." Castiel replied. "And you're Charlie Bradbury."
"At the moment." She said and winked.
"You're adorable as ever!" She said as ran over and hugged him.
"Oh. Thank you I think." Castiel said.
"Could you have been saved by a cuter angel?" She mused as she tapped Castiel on the nose and sat back down.
Cas sat next to Dean on the sofa and opened the pizza box. He pulled out a piece of meat lovers pizza and took a bite.
"You know what this party needs to start of the month? Music." Dean said as he pulled a remote off the table and clicked behind him. A radio started blaring 'Under Pressure' and Dean placed the remote back on the table.
"So Charlie." Dean started.
"Hm?" She looked up and kept chewing.
"You find a girlfriend yet?" He asked.
She shook her head. After she finished chewing she began talking. "I want a girlfriend who's a hunter. I know I'm not really a hunter, but with practice, I'll get better. Either way, I'd love a girlfriend who's a hunter. That way I wouldn't have to hide knowing that there are angels and demons and all that stuff from her."
"Good luck." Dean laughed. "There aren't too many female hunters out there."
"Hopefully I'll find someone one day." Charlie replied optimistically. "Although, girls should hunt more often. I say less stilettos and more machetes."
Everyone laughed at the remark.
"Speaking of, do any of you know if there's a vamp nest around here somewhere?"
Sam almost spit out his beer. "Holy crap. Can't you guys go five minutes without talking about the job? This is supposed to be a party, not a stake out."
"Sorry." Charlie said with mock innocence.
"What does this have to do with steak?" Castiel asked.
Dean held back a laugh. "Nothing. Steak is a yummy food. Stake outs are something entirely different."
"Oh." Castiel replied. "My apologies."
"Whatever. Have a beer." Dean said as he rummaged through the beer cooler. "Actually, you're an angel. You need something stronger. Be right back."
Dean returned in a few moments holding a very dusty bottle. "It's good. I assure you." Dean said tossing the bottle to Cas.
"What is it?" asked Kevin.
"Don't get your hopes up." Dean said. "You're not legal just yet."
"I am in Michigan." Kevin said with a smile.
"You know what?" Dean said. "What the hell. Since when do we play by the law?"
Dean threw a beer towards Kevin.
"What is that anyways?" Kevin asked again.
"Some really strong whiskey. You see, it takes a lot to get Cas drunk. So he's going to chug this whole thing."
"No I'm not." Cas called behind Dean's voice. "
"And then he's gonna have normal beer. That way he'll get drunk around the same rate we do." Dean finished proudly.
"Dean. You are not getting Cas drunk." Sam scoffed. "We have thirty days to get drunk. And only one bottle of that stuff."
"Or so you think." Dean said with a wink.
"What?" Sam asked confused.
"I bought extras. We have about ten more of these." Dean answered.
"Still, Dean." Sam said pointlessly. All argument he had against the idea was now gone.
Dean tossed a beer to Charlie and passed the Whiskey to Cas.
"Here's to 7 idiots and a 30 day sleepover!" Dean said as he held his beer up and took a large swig.
Everyone repeated. All of them were smiling except Kevin who looked like he was going to puke.
"You okay there?" Sam asked.
Kevin swallowed disgusted. "How do you guys drink this? It tastes disgusting!"
Everyone around him laughed except Cas. "Indeed it does."
"Why are you drinking it then?" Kevin asked.
"Because I'm not stupid." Cas answered.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Kevin asked taking a bite of his pizza.
"It means that I know that I can drink it myself, or Dean will pin me down again and force me to drink it." Cas answered.
"Again?" Sam intervened.
"Don't ask. It's a long story." Dean said, glaring at Cas.
"Whatever." Sam said taking a swig of his drink.
The five spent the next few hours getting drunk, even Kevin, just because wondered what being drunk was like.
Castiel was the least drunk of them all, unsurprisingly.
Dean was upside down on the couch his legs hanging off the back of it.
"You know we should do, guys?" he said.
Charlie giggled for some reason.
"We should have an orgy." Dean continued.
Sam murmured in discontent.
"There's no girls here." Charlie whined.
"Oh yeah." Dean said drunkenly. "Nevermind."
"What's an orgy?" Castiel asked, his words barely slurred.
"You don't know?" Kevin said from the other side of Dean.
"It is not something we "had" in heaven." Cas said.
All of the drunkards around Cas laughed. Dean snorted a little.
"You need an education, my friend." Charlie said.
"Maybe you can teach me." Castiel said with a wink.
"Don't even go there." Sam mumbled. "Just don't."
"We should sing Christmas Carols." Charlie offered.
"That sounds like fun." Kevin replied.
"Mhm." Dean groaned nodding his head.
"We wish you a Merry Christmas!" Sam sang out of tune.
"We wish you a Merry Christmas!" Charlie chimed in.
Castiel sang something in Enochian.
"What the hell is that?" Dean mumbled from below.
"Wait. We're singing in English?" Cas asked.
"You're drunker than I thought." Sam mused. "Did you spike his drink, Dean?"
"Maybe." Dean giggled.
"With what?" Sam asked, obviously concerned through his drunkness.
"More alcohol. I wanted him extra drunk." Dean giggled again.
Sam laughed. "I think it's kicking in."
"Nosotros le deseamos una Feliz Navidad!" Castiel sang.
"Still not English." Dean muttered.
"Apologies." Cas said.
Charlie laughed. "Don't you just love how he's so sweet even when he's a drunk fool?"
"Mhm." Dean replied sarcastically. "Sure."
"See. That's what I like about you, Dean." Cas slurred. "You're always honest. You're such a great friend to have." Cas bent down and hugged Dean, which didn't exactly work since Dean was upside down.
Charlie put her hands to her mouth. "I ship it my brothas! I ship it!"
"Cas get off me." Dean said trying to push Cas off him. "Cas!"
Sam snickered and pointed his finger at them. Kevin had passed out on the couch already, so Cas was the next. This drunk, there was no waking him up.
"Will someone get this drunk angel off me." Dean called, Cas's trench coat flipping up and falling over Dean's face. "Great."
"Sorry, but we're enjoying this way too much." Sam said laughing.
"I hate you both." Dean groaned.
"Jerk." Sam said.
"Bitch." Dean called back from the dark of the trench coat.
Sam laughed in response.
Sam fell asleep quickly after.
Charlie noticed everyone asleep and figured she'd have some pizza. She pulled a half eaten piece of pizza out of Sam's hand and took a bite out of it.
Drunk and disorderly, Charlie dropped the pizza. "Shit. What the hell. I'll get in the morning." She groaned.
Charlie fumbled for the right remote and finally hit the lights. "Nighty night bitches." She slurred as she passed out moments later.
