"Dean! Come on! It's Christmas and we're finally not spending it in some crappy motel. Let's decorate and bake and get a Christmas tree!"
Dean looked up at his excited brother who was practically bouncing around with what he called 'Christmas spirit', which was ridiculous because there was nothing festive in the bunker and all the TV was showing was some documentary on the origin of Christmas which was extremely boring.
"Please, Dean!"
Dean sighed and got up, walking towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked, his eyes following his brother in confusion.
"What, you're going to find a Christmas tree in the basement of this place?"
A smile lit Sam's face and he grabbed his jacket, bounding after Dean.
His older brother grabbed all their stolen credit cards and they had a fine time, picking out ornaments and ingredients to make cookies and fruit cake.
"Can we have a ham?"
A frozen ham slammed into the cart before Dean could answer.
"And turkey?"
Probably the biggest turkey in the freezer dropped into the cart.
"And chocolate?"
Dean opened his mouth to say something but three boxes and one bag of chocolates and candy was tossed in.
"And eggnog!"
Thankfully Sam put down the glass bottles gently instead of throwing it in like he did with everything else.
Dean followed around his over eager brother as he snatched up everything that looked like what you bought for Christmas and he used up all of his energy unpacking the cart at the cashier's, while Sam was busy picking up candy canes.
They stopped and bought a Christmas tree, the biggest Sam could find, which wasn't very big since they were pretty late in getting decorations and everyone already took the best ones, but Sam was still happy. They tied it to the top of the Impala and drove home.
Sam bubbled with excitement as he picked up ten of the plastic bags at once, not even seeming to mind the weight of them and loped inside, dumping them on the ground and going back to help Dean with the Christmas tree.
"Sammy, how are we supposed to make all of this in one night? Christmas is tomorrow, we'd never finish in time," Dean said, as he unpacked the bags, spreading out the food on the table.
"We will!" his little brother said confidently, nothing seeming to dampen his mood. "Let's make the cookies now!"
"But we haven't even…"
Sam was already opening the flour.
Half an hour later, they were putting the cookies in the oven, along with the turkey, and Dean was certain something was going to burn. And with the ham stuffed in the toaster oven, who knew what was going to happen.
As he wiped down the counter from all the flour, he grabbed a chocolate chip and popped it into his mouth.
"Hey! That was mine!" Sam cried.
He looked up to see Sam staring at Dean's mouth and pouting unhappily. "I was saving it."
Dean's jaw paused just as he was about to crunch the bit of chocolate. A wicked grin came on his face and moved the chocolate to the tip of his tongue. He went over to his brother and grabbed the sides of his head firmly.
Sam's eyebrows furrowed in confusion but Dean ignored it, moving forward and pressing his lips against Sam's. Working his mouth so that he parted Sam's lips, he slid his tongue into Sam's mouth, pushing the chocolate with it.
The younger Winchester smiled into the kiss and sucked on Dean's tongue, licking all the chocolate from it. They separated and Sam licked his lips, grinning. "Better than the actual chocolate."
"Right?"
They finished wiping down the counter and set about to decorating the tree. Dean handed the star to Sam who grinned like a fool and put it on the top. "Ready?" Dean asked, holding the plug to the socket.
"Do it!"
Dean plugged it in and the tree lit up. Granted, there was a lot more red than green on the tree since there wasn't much variety in the stores on Christmas Eve, but the Winchesters stood in front of it proudly.
"Hey, Dean."
"What?"
Sam held up a piece of mistletoe above their heads and smiled before leaning in and kissing him. Dean laughed as they pulled away, smacking the mistletoe out of Sam's hand.
"You're such a girl, Sammy."
"You love it."
"Damn straight."
Dean grabbed his brother by the jacket and yanked him in for another kiss. They stood for a while in front of the tree, making out tenderly, before Sam suddenly pulled back.
"Oh shit, the cookies!"
