It had taken hours to decorate the Christmas tree, mainly because Cas had been anxious to get it 'just right' so as to not disappoint Dean and it did not matter how many times he told Cas he did not give a rat's ass about how it looked, Cas would not be shaken. Dean had explained countless times that all he cared about was that this was their first Christmas together and the first time, Cas had listened and told Dean he understood perfectly while caressing his hand softly but he still insisted on everything being perfect. Every time after that when Dean raised his objections and tried to get Cas to join him in front of the fire, the determined man simply gave Dean his 'I will not give in on this' face and after several of these looks, Dean sighed and gave up letting Cas decorate the house as he pleased. Anything that made him happy, made Dean happy. Just seeing Cas' face light up was enough to make Dean's day and vice versa of course.
While Cas was wreaking his seasonal havoc around their small apartment Dean decided he would take a nap, basically for something to do while Cas was preoccupied. He smiled before slowly drifting off to Cas humming his own slightly muddled version of Silent Night.
After what felt like minutes, Dean was poked awake. He groaned and flung his arm over his eyes to protect them from the assaulting light.
'Cas, what the hell man?'
'Dean, I need you to taste this. I followed the recipe but..' Cas' voice was full of worry.
Dean slowly lifted his arm from his eyes to see what the hell Cas was talking about, but his annoyance from being woken up abruptly completely vanished when he saw what was in front of his face. Cas was holding a plate laden down with cookies shaped like Christmas trees, reindeers and snowmen. The man himself, was covered in flour from head to toe. His hair was on end and nearly completely white from yet more flour. Dean sat up quickly and stretched, rubbed his hand through his hair, yawned loudly and smiled widely.
'Dude. Did you leave any flour in the kitchen?' chuckled Dean.
'Dean Winchester. Your brother will be here in about two hours. This is not the time for jokes.' Cas was in no mood for Dean's nonsense.
'Right, right. What's wrong?'
'Please try one and tell me if they taste right!'
Dean reached over to the plate and lifted the closest cookie and took the biggest bite his mouth allowed.
'Mmm s'good!' Dean gave Cas a thumbs up as he mumbled around the mouthful of cookie.
Cas' worried face lost some of its anxiety as he smiled widely. That was the smile that melted Dean's heart. Dean raised his hand to sneak another cookie but Cas slapped his hand out of the way, chastising him that they were for when Sam and Ruby got here. Moaning about unfairness and the favouritism of his brother, Dean stood up from the sofa and stretched again. Cas rolled his eyes and made his way back into the kitchen to hide the cookies from Dean. Cas looked out of the kitchen door and couldn't see Dean about so squinted suspiciously,
'Dean you better not be going to the shower! You saw the state of me, I need one before your Sam and Ruby get here!'
There was no reply. Cas slammed the cupboard shut of his favourite hiding things from Dean place and rushed out to the bathroom. He was surprised when Dean was nowhere to be seen. His eyes narrowed suspiciously again as he wondered where Dean was hiding. He didn't have to wonder long as Dean leapt on him from behind the door and wrapped his arms around Cas' neck. Cas was startled and jumped at the contact but quickly relaxed when he realised what happened. He tried twisting round to look at Dean but Dean kissed his cheek and after squeezing him a hug, let go.
