Disclaimer: They're not mine but they're kind enough to let me play with them.
Author's Note: Essentially, the main difference from canon Season 10 is that Christmas happens right after Cas gets his Grace back from Metatron. There will be season 10 spoilers but you probably figured that out.
Chapter 1
It was all Charlie's idea. It wasn't like Sam or Dean particularly cared about this sort of thing – a giant tree and decorations and copious amounts of cooking… After that Christmas in the year before Dean had gone to Hell he and Sam had avoided it more than ever. Even just the smell of eggnog made Dean feel anxious, on edge, like he was trapped somewhere with the air running out. But Charlie was Charlie and Dean had difficulty saying no to her. As a result, the bunker looked like the cast of Lord of the Rings had crashed a production of the Nutcracker. Dean had to admit that even he had laughed when he'd taken a closer look at the top of the tree and realised that there was a Ken doll there, dressed up as Castiel and complete with a little pair of wings.
"Okay, that must be uncomfortable. That looks he has a giant tree shoved up his…"
"Dean!"
He sniggered at Sam and Charlie chorusing before he glanced at Cas himself and caught a look on his face that seemed almost painful.
"You all right, Cas? You're not being touchy about this, are you?"
The newly-restored angel startled and blinked at him, then looked at the tree-topper again.
"No. I was just contemplating the fact that it's not accurate."
Charlie crossed her arms. "Well, there's only so much you can do with a Ken doll. We can shrink you and stick you up there for accuracy if you prefer."
"I don't believe you possess the skills necessary to shrink a person."
Charlie raised an eyebrow at Dean. "He understands the concept of joking, right?"
Dean laughed. "Sometimes. Are you getting on that turkey now?"
"Christmas Day is not until tomorrow."
"So what do we do today?"
"Movie marathon!"
Dean looked at Sam who shrugged. Dean shrugged back and threw himself on the couch.
"All right," Sam said, throwing a bag of popcorn in the microwave. "We'll never be able to negotiate what we want to watch and Charlie said no fighting on Christmas Eve-Day-Thing so how about everyone picks one movie?"
Charlie raised a finger. "Christmas movie!"
"Die Hard," Dean said immediately.
Sam snorted.
"What? It's totally a Christmas movie! And we're watching that last so that I can use it to wash my brain clean of whatever sugary holiday nonsense you two pick."
"Dude, you are totally wrong."
"What do you want to watch then?"
Sam crosses his arms. "Gremlins."
Dean bursts laughing. "Gremlins? Okay, no, that's better than I expected. I thought I was in for 'Miracle on 42nd Street' or something."
"I want 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'," Charlie says.
Dean groans. "A musical? An animated musical?"
"That was your initial reaction when I made you watch 'Cats Don't Dance' and then you were humming the songs for a week."
"Was not!"
"Oh, I remember that." Sam grins. "The one with Shirley Temple's evil twin in a pink tutu. You shouted at the screen every time she was on."
"Shut up."
"Um…"
Everyone turned to Cas who was looking hesitant and a little uncomfortable.
"I… would like to see the one with Clarence," the angel said and Dean realised that none of them seemed to have expected him to make any suggestions.
"Clarence?"
"Meg… used to call me that. I've learned since that it's from a movie. A Christmas movie. I would like to see that if you don't mind."
Sam recovered from his mild surprise first. "Yeah, he's from 'It's a Wonderful Life'. That's a good choice, Cas, it's a classic."
The microwave chimed. Charlie ran to get it and a minute later she planted herself on the couch between Sam and Dean with the bowl of popcorn on her knees. "Okay, which one first?"she asked, plugging her laptop into the TV screen.
"Animated musical," Dean said with a sigh. "Let's just get it over with."
A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you're enjoying this! Reviews are hugely, hugely appreciated and will help me finish this story before Christmas.
