"Rise and shine, Cas," Dean said with a grin, throwing himself down on the cheap motel bed beside a bleary eyed Castiel. He adjusted his jacket before pulling a small wrapped parcel from his pocket.
Rubbing his eyes, Castiel stared at the present with squinted eyes. "You've given me a present," he observed monotonously. Dean thrust the parcel at him. "Yeah, you're supposed to open it." Hesitantly, Castiel took the present and began to unwrap it, careful not to let the wrapping paper rip. He paused. "Dean, why have you given me a present?"
"It's Christmas. You know, baby Jesus' birthday? You're an angel; you're supposed to know that." Still delicately pealing away the layers of cheap, festive wrapping paper, Castiel replied, "Jesus wasn't actually born on Christmas day, Dean. The church chose that date because it coincided with Yule, and they wanted to convert the pagans to Christianity."
Dean shook his head and cried, "Dammit, Cas, just open the present." His face softened when he saw Castiel's reaction to the gift, however.
"You... you got me an amulet." Castiel smiled and bit his lip. "Will you help me put it on?" he asked shyly. Dean swallowed and scooted closer. As he fastened the demon prevention amulet, he let his eyes roam. Cas was wearing an old green t-shirt with a toothpaste stain on the chest, and white boxer shorts that had ridden up slightly so that Dean could just glimpse his muscular upper thigh. Slowly, hesitantly, Dean pressed a tender kiss to Castiel's neck.
Castiel gave a sigh. The tension left his body almost immediately and he leaned further towards Dean. "Thank you, Dean. I love the present." His lips curved into a beam once more as Dean began to nuzzle Cas' ear. "And I love... you..."
Looking up, Dean felt his heart flutter. "You love me?" It was difficult to believe. Somebody loved him, and not just somebody – an angel. Castiel. "I... I love you too..."
"Dean," Cas said, turning to face his lover. "I feel guilty. I did not know we would be exchanging gifts, otherwise I would have given you something." He blushed suddenly and he began to speak in barely more than a whisper. "But I've thought of something that I could give you." A devilish grin encompassed his face. Without waiting for a reply, he traced Dean's jawline with his finger, all the while keeping eye contact. He leaned in closer and his lips met with Dean's softly. He scooted closer, desperate to get nearer to his lover.
Dean moaned softly as Castiel began to plant kisses down Dean's neck all the way to his slightly exposed chest. "Oh god, Cas," Dean whispered, taking off his shirt hungrily. Cas nipped at Dean's skin as he went, which often merited a wimper or a groan. Finally, Castiel's soft pink lips had reached Dean's pants. Dean's cock was already erect, straining to break free from the tight confines of his pants. Castiel bit his lip and met Dean's eyes, before slowly, teasingly pulling Dean's cock from his pants. He placed his lips at the head, tantalizingly close, and finally began to suck. He swirled his tongue around the head, and then, bobbing his head, began to take in more and more of Dean's length. "Oh..." Dean curled his fists into Castiel's dark hair and, unable to control himself, thrust. "Fuck, Cas... I'm gonna..." He was unable to finish his sentence, for at that moment, an orgasm washed over him – one of the best he'd ever had. He spilled his seed into Castiel's eager mouth and collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.
Castiel, sweaty and semi-erect, curled up next to him on the bed. He gave his lover a peck on the cheek and whispered, "Merry Christmas."