"I don't understand," The angel looked above him, poking at the green foliage "You're saying this holly is cursed?"
"No," Sam spoke placidly from behind his laptop. "It's like a tradition Cas, when two people stand below the mistletoe they kiss."
"So there is some kind of hex curse upon this plant that forces patrons to act upon each other with lustrous intentions."
Sam chuckled observing Cas's pensive eyes as they examined the small décor. "I guess you could say that Cas."
The door pushed open, knock Cas forward just a bit, now stood behind the newly entered Dean.
Sam laughed, loudly and the two boys turned at him and then looked up.
"What are you waiting for Cas?" Sam antagonized remarking about the mistletoe hung above their heads.
"Well, You informed me of a hex curse…I suppose I'm waiting for that." Cas squinted his eyes as the answer seemed quite obvious.
"It's a stupid tradition!" Dean chuckled, his cheeks flushing. "Look, Cas no offense, but-,"
Just then Cas leaned forward and even just for a few seconds Cas and Dean kissed.
"Cas!" Dean remarked wiping his bottom lip off, but admitting in his mind that Cas tasted like berries.
"What?" The angel stood.
"Why did you do that?" Dean dropped the grocery bag he was holding.
"Fear." Cas squinted.
"You were afraid, you? Castiel, angel of the goddamn lord, were afraid?"
"I was afraid for you Dean, Hex curses are no joke."
"There was no hex curse, Cas, just Sam."
Cas looked questioningly at Sam who had turned to stone. Cas nodded slightly and leaned next to Dean whispering softly in his hunter's ear. "I know."