I was supposed to post this on christmas, but I got distracted by the whole anon-hate thing on tumblr. Seriously guys, I don't care what religion you are- take a moment and pray to your god for the people who are being targeted at the current moment.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

There was one present left under the tree. Two presents in all, counting the secret one in my pocket. It's tiny, really. I didn't want to put in on the floor, out of fear that Sam might accidentally step on it.

Sam went to bed almost an hour ago, leaving Cas sitting on the floor of the media room leaning against the couch in a nest of blankets and me in the armchair. "No playing around, you two," he had said, narrowing his eyes at me.

I had told him a few days ago about what I was planning. Sam hadn't said anything about it to me, but he had been in an odd mood these past few days, and it made me kind of worried.

"This one's from me to you, Dean," Cas says now, nudging the large present towards me from his spot on the floor. Although he sounded very tired only a few minutes ago, he's very alert now, like he's just drank a shot of espresso.

I pull it all the way towards me and roll my eyes. "Cas, you didn't have to get me anything." Hopefully, I don't sound too nervous. I don't want to give anything away.

"It's a gift, Dean. That's the point of gifts- I didn't have to get you anything, but I wanted to." He gives me a tired smile. It's not a 'I'm sick of this' smile, but simply an exhausted one. I'm glad for that; it's just as much of a gift that Cas didn't have to worry as much as he used to as whatever's in the box before me.

I slowly peel of the wrapping paper to find a cardboard box. When I fish out my pocket knife to cut it open, I find another wrapped box inside. I look at him. "You realize you're supposed to put it in one box, right?" I ask him.

He blushes. "Oh."

I roll my eyes, trying not to let how adorable I think he is show on my face. "How many boxes are there?"

"Three," he says, grinning bashfully. "Not counting the one you just opened."

I get up out of the armchair and walk over to sit next to him on the floor, pulling the present along with me. "Well, since it's going to take forever to open, I might as well get comfortable." He smiles slightly and kisses my cheek.

I go through three more boxes before I get to the smallest one. It's the exact same size and shape as the one in my pocket, and I don't even have to open it to know what's inside.

It's a ring box.

Next to me, Cas is very still. He's still relaxed, but he hasn't moved a muscle since I got to the second layer of wrapping.

And then I start laughing.

He tenses, looking at me with an unreadable expression. I laugh harder and shake my head. His face crumbles.

I inhale sharply. "Wait- no, I didn't mean it like that…" I reach into my pocket. "It just think it's funny that we got each other the same gift."

His eyes light up when I open my box, and he throws his arms around me, burying his face into my neck. "Oh, my God, Dean. Yes." I can feel his warm breath on my collarbone.

"You didn't even give me a chance to ask you yet, Cas."

"Right." He pulls himself back and smooths out his shirt. He also tries to smooth down his hair, which looks like it was caught in a tornado, but I smack his hand away from it lightly. He gets it- I love it when his hair is like that.

"Castiel, will you marry me? You can finally get a damn last name."

He smiles. "Of course."