A/N: Before Christmas I posted on my tumblr account that I open to prompts for several shows that could be holiday related or not. My first prompt was from polaroidcas who requested for "could you do a little spn christmas fic where Sam is putting mistletoe around the bunker and Dean and Cas get caught under some? :)", I just posted it on tumblr account yesterday. This is my first spn fanfiction (drabble really) hope you enjoy along with polaroidcas.
It makes sense now, Dean thinks as he sees Sam failing to suppress a smile at the fact both Cas and Dean are under mistletoe. Freakin' mistletoe that Sam put (along with other Christmas decorations that they never put up because they hadn't celebrated Christmas since they were kids - excluding that year where Dean sold his soul and Sam put way too much alcohol in the gas-station bought eggnog) all over the bunker. Before now Dean had simply dismissed it (to be fair he other issues to worry about 'cause even though Christmas was right around the corner monsters, ghosts, pagans fudging gods didn't take the holiday off) he really should known better then accept the answers of it was Christmas tradition and it made the bunker look festive. Christmas tradition and festiveness was a fuc- and his brother was pulling out a camera from his pocket; of course. No wonder Lucifer had wanted Sam as his vessel his moose of a brother could be a sly devil. "It's a Christmas tradition," Sam tells them as he powers up his camera all the while Dean just now shakes off the feeling of being a deer in headlights. Dean turns to face Cas instead of his brother. "Cas we don't have to-" Cas' lips on his are soft and tentative as if he's unsure on how to kiss Dean or how to kiss at all. Except Castiel has kissed before. With Meg and then April. He even had sex with April who latter stabbed him in the chest.
A sudden growl erupted from the back of Dean's throat before he joined the kiss that now is clash of lips, teeth, and little bit of tongue. Dean's hands find spots on Cas' body to hold onto, to anchor Dean because this is real, and one of Cas hands are on his left hip the other is in his hair. Which is good idea. Dean could ruffle up that bed hair of his angel had always had ever since they meet and latter look at Cas' hair and feel a sense of accomplishment knowing that wasn't from the wind or sleeping. Dean heard the sound of a picture being taken but paid in no mind.