"Sammy! Dean-o! Want to hear a Christmas story?" Gabriel exclaimed, landing on the couch between the two hunters suddenly.
"Jesus Christ…!" Dean yelled, jerking away from the archangel suddenly occupying the seat next to him. "Warn a guy before you do that, man!"
"Gabriel was not the Christ child, Dean," Castiel said from behind the couch. Dean sighed and leaned forward into his hands while Sam tried (unsuccessfully) to stifle his laughter. Dean glared at his brother over the shorter angel's head.
Sam composed himself eventually and turned to Gabriel. "Sure, what's your story, Gabe?"
Gabriel cleared his throat.
"In the sixth month, the angel Gabriel was sent from God to a town of Kansas called Lawrence…"
"Wait a minute!" Sam interrupted. "I don't think that's how it goes…"
Gabriel raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? Are you the archangel who was sent on this? No? Very well. No more objections."
Sam rolled his eyes, putting on one of his patented bitchfaces, but let Gabriel continue.
"Now, where was I…?"
Gabriel went through the whole passage of his going to inform Mary that she would conceive the baby Jesus, replacing everything to do with Sam or Dean. At the end of the story, his audience was staring at him blankly.
"I fail to see how that was a Christmas story, brother," Castiel said at length. "It had nothing to do with the holiday, except that it vaguely followed the storyline of the Virgin Mary learning she was pregnant."
Gabriel frowned at the seraph. "It's a Christmas story because I said so!" He said, pouting slightly. "Also, there's been mistletoe above you and Dean the whole time." He pointed above the hunter's head, where a sprig of mistletoe was hanging between the hunter and the angel. The last thing the two heard before the archangel flew away with Sam was his laughter.
A/N: Written around Christmas. Mostly while I was in church a couple of weeks before.