Oh ho
the mistletoe
hung where you can see;
somebody waits for you;
kiss him once for me.
Christmastime had arrived. Dean always enjoyed spending time with Sam on Christmas. Recently, they'd been celebrating together every year and every year, they get each other cheap and funny gifts, just enjoying each other's company more than anything. But this year, Cas would be joining them. After Dean had found out he didn't have anywhere to go, he had promptly invited him. No one should be alone for the holiday. Still, Dean had no clue what to get the angel. Only two hours before he was supposed to arrive and there still wasn't a wrapped gift for him under the tree. Dean wanted to try and make this first Christmas special for Cas.
Pacing, Dean decides to just go get him something silly, a little angel statue or something along those lines. In a hurry, he picks out the first one that catches his eye and rushes home to wrap it in newspaper. He barely has it settled under the tree with Cas' name on it before the angel pops in.
"Happy Christmas, Dean," Cas says, a nervous smile on his face.
"Merry Christmas, Cas," Dean responds. Sam walks in and echoes the sentiment. He places a couple of glasses of eggnog on the table and excuses himself for a moment while Cas and Dean settle on the couch next to each other. Cas spends the next few awkward moments inspecting the room's decorations.
"Dean, why are there leaves hanging from your ceiling?" Dean looks up and curses Sam. The jerk did this on purpose. He must've, otherwise it wouldn't have been this perfectly placed.
"Mistletoe," Dean grumbles. "I am so going to get him." He starts to stand, but a few words from Cas stop him.
"Isn't it that if you're under mistletoe, you're supposed to kiss?" What, the angel doesn't know to say "merry Christmas" and not "happy Christmas," but he knows this? Really? Dean mutters another curse under his breath.
"Yes, that is the tradition," Dean admits, turning to face the beautiful angel next to him. For so long, he'd thought of Cas as more than a friend, but he thought he'd managed to keep his emotions towards the stunning, blue-eyed angel hidden.
"Oh." That's all Cas says, his eyebrows forming a gentle frown as he considers the sprig above them.
"I'll go see what's keeping Sam." Dean moves to stand again, but a hand on his arm stops him. Then all he can see is the face of the angel leaning in towards him, blue eyes focused intently on his lips. His eyes flutter shut at the first brush of the full, pink lips against his. The kiss is so much better than he could have ever imagined. His daydreams could never compare. But then, before he had a chance to really kiss Cas back, the angel pulled away, turning towards the doorway where Sam was standing.
"Don't mind me," Sam says, raising his hands. "I was just leaving to get more beer." Then Dean's pesky younger brother is gone, leaving Cas and Dean alone together.
"That wasn't weird, was it?" Cas' worried eyes search Dean's.
"I-" Dean hesitates. "Do you like me, Cas? More than a friend?" Being straightforward is difficult for him, especially since he has been hiding his feelings since he met the angel.
"I believe I do. Is that wrong?" Cas frowns, tilting his head, but the fear is easy to read in his ever-expressive eyes.
"No, Cas. I," Dean takes a deep breath, "I feel the same way."
"Oh. So I didn't need to have Sam put up the mistletoe?" Dean laughs, a deep belly laugh that is truly happy.
"No, you didn't need to. But it is a nice touch." And with that, Dean leans in to kiss his angel.
