Cas frowned at the calender."Dean?" He called to the hunter. Dean stuck his head out of the mountain of pillows and blankets. Since he had gotten up this morning, he hadn't moved from the TV. He was a vortex for all the softest pillows and blankets in the bunker. Somehow, Cas and Sam's pillows and blankets had migrated from the beds and over to the couch. Cas didn't even think the bunker had that many pillows.

"What?" Dean hollered from his throne of cushions. He swiveled his head in the direction of Cas's voice. "Cas, you said something?" He could just see the angel, a tan, trench-coated smudge in the corners of his vision.

"Dean," Cas frowned, holding up the battered calender. "Why have you drawn a huge red circle around tomorrow on the calender, and labeled it 'christmas'?" He stepped closer to the TV. "Are you going to sit at the TV the whole day, you lazy-"

"Uhhh, guys?" Sam poked his head in. "The guests will be here in a few minutes, you should get ready." Dean rolled his eyes, clearly not going to move from his kingdom of fluff. Cas looked at Dean vacantly, expecting some sort of explanation.

"Oh Cas, sorry man, we forgot to tell you," Dean eyed the angel. He stood up abruptly. The TV screen, which had been on for the past seven hours, went dark. Cas frowned. "WE'RE HAVING A CHRISTMAS PARTY!" He screamed. He had a childish grin on. Cas wondered if there would be pie. Dean hardly ever got this excited, unless it had something to do with pie. He opened his mouth to inquire, but Dean had already bolted out of the room.

Cas was alone with the bunker for about ten mintues, still trying to decide what exactly christmas was. Was it some sort of pie-eating competition? Who were the others that Sam had speculated?

Dean, meanwhile, was getting dressed. He was still in his stained pajamas and robe. It was the evening, and Dean hadn't even brushed his teeth. He smirked. Who needs to brush teeth? He bared his teeth in the mirror. He eyed the five wrapped gifts on the table. All with a hastily scribbled From: Dean on them. One for Cas, Sam, Charlie-

The doorbell echoed throughout the bunker. All three of them heard it. Sam dashed for the door, a blur of red and green plaid. Cas tried to move so he had a better view of who was coming at the door, but the giant moose in the doorway blocked it. Cas heard Sam exclaim, "hey, Charlie," and he saw a flash of red hair. He didn't really know Charlie to well. In fact, they had never met, but she fit the Winchester's discription. Red hair, jeans, Christmas sweater, bright smile.

Dean dashed out of his room as soon as he heard the doorbell buzz. He had hastily thrown on some white and red plaid. He regretted his choice as he stumbled into the main room, next to Cas. Charlie had arrived, and so had Bobby. Dean huffed when he saw Sam's Christmas-y plaid.

"So, uh, Dean," Cas looked over to him. "Where is all the pie?"

Dean chuckled. "What pie?"

"I thought 'Christmas' was a pie-eating competition."

Dean laughed and looked over at the angel. No Cas, it's-

"Hey, Kevin!" Sam grinned, and hugged the short asian guy. Dean bounded up the steps to greet the guests, leaving Cas alone with his question.

This was by far the liveliest the bunker had ever been. Sam and Dean had miraculously prepared steak, potatoes, and a whole buffet of food. Dean was even able to dig out a burger for Cas! He sat next to him, munching on his burger. "These make me very happy, Dean," he smiled at the hunter.

"Merry Christmas, Cas."

"Dean, what is Christmas?"

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