Dean was just leaving the diner when he got a call from Sam.
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"You need to get back to the motel ASAP."
Sam sounded serious. "What's wrong?"
"I think there's been a break-in."
"What? What do you mean?"
"I think... I think it was Santa."
Dean heard the slight giggle in Sam's voice, and rolled his eyes. "Damn it, Sam. Aren't you a little old for this?"
"No way! But really, there's a present here for you. I know you'll love it. It's huge, and way too heavy for me to lift on my own."
"Then how did you-"
"Just get back here."
"Fine." Dean grumbled.
"Oh, and Dean? Merry Christmas."
Dean sighed a bit. He kind of hated holidays. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
Dean wouldn't admit that he was a little excited, though... Well, more like a kid on Christmas morning. He hasn't had a present in... well, a while.
Dean hurried back to the motel room, and paused at the door to catch his breath. He needed a calm composure for this. He didn't want Sam to think he was excited for anything.
He closed his eyes, and counted to three, and then pushed the door open. He walked inside the tiny motel room, eying the rather large box with the Christmas tree wrapping paper. He almost salivated at the thought of a present that large being for him.
He inched his way towards the box, keeping an eye on Sam, making sure this wasn't some kind of prank. He was kind of amazed how the box even fit through the door... It took up most of the little floor space in the room. When he was sure it was safe, he ripped the paper off in one swipe.
Beneath the paper was a plain cardboard box, with no indication of what was inside.
"You gotta open the box, too, Dean."
Dean turned his attention back to the box, and ripped off the top of it. He startled when he saw whatever it was inside of the box slowly begin to move.
A pair of blue eyes looked up at him, and a gravelly voice whispered with surprise, "Dean?"
He was confused, to say the least. "...Cas?"
Inside the box was Castiel, sitting cross-legged, with a tiny bow stuck to his head and a tag reading: 'To Dean. From Santa.' Knotted into the bow was a sprig of mistletoe.
"This fabric and strange herb was affixed to my head... and I was instructed to sit here quietly and wait for my present to appear."
Dean glared at Sam, who tried his hardest to hide his smirk, but blurted out a laugh anyway.
The angel with the bow tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Are you my present, Dean?"
Sam walked over to Dean and stuck a bow on his head. "Yes he is, Cas. Merry Christmas."
Dean turned and narrowed his eyes at Sam. "Is this some kind of joke?"
"You're welcome. I know it's what you've always wanted."
A small voice came from inside the box. "Can I come out of the box now?"
Dean turned towards Sam, but Sam was already out of the door, beyond his reach, Sam's laughter filling the mostly empty parking lot.