"For a religious tradition, this holiday sure has a lot of pagan elements." Cas commented from his spot on the sofa. He observed Sam and Dean with interest. "Why do you celebrate Christ's birth in this way?"
"'Cause Cas. That's what they do." Dean replied, affixing another car freshener "ornament" to the pitiful tree in Bobby's living room.
"It's more of a togetherness thing more than anything. A time where most people set aside their differences to be nice to one another." explained Sam.
"Alright there, Linus. You done wrapping those gifts?" Dean hung the last decoration, an empty beer can, and brushed his hands off. "It's time for the best part."
Sam nodded and shoved aside the boxes. "Bobby! Come on!"
Bobby limped in, a plate of Christmas cookies in his hands. "I know, I'm comin'."
"Dude, are those cookies? Did you bake these, Bobby?" Dean grabbed a handful and shoved them in his mouth.
"Just because I hunt doesn't mean I can't bake."
Sam took two and handed one to Cas. "They're great, Bobby, thanks."
Dean grinned and grabbed one of the boxes underneath the tree. "This is for you Sam." He chucked it at his brother, who caught it with a sigh.
"Thanks, Dean."
"Cas, here you go, from me."
Cas ducked as the present whizzed by, barely missing his head.
"Hey, be careful with it! It's fragile!"
After they had eaten their fill of cookies and tore open their various gifts, the boys settled down in the living room for the night, beers in hand.
"Hey we forgot to put the angel on the tree." Dean pointed out.
Cas eyed him warily. "I do not understand what you mean, Dean. Put the angel on top of the tree? Angels have no need to perch on coniferous pines."
"No Cas, he means the decorative angel." clarified Sam. "It's like the centerpiece of the tree."
"Oh."
"You actually thought we'd make you sit on the Christmas tree?! Oh my god, Cas, you're too funny." Dean cracked up, doubling over with laughter as the angel pouted at him.
"Well I think it's a ridiculous tradition. I don't like it."
"Relax Cas. We'll do a star next year." assured Dean, still chuckling to himself. Bobby and Sam exchanged grins as Cas made a face at them.
"Merry Christmas, boys." Bobby raised his beer at them.
"Merry Christmas." They toasted back, clinking bottles together. Cas sat back in his chair, taking in the warm moment, committing every detail of it to memory. Despite its' many flaws, Christmas was turning out to be his favorite holiday on earth.