Sam never experienced a real Christmas before so he didn't have warm, fuzzy memories or high expectations. Dean on the other hand had a vague recollection of a real Christmas tree, gaily wrapped gifts, gingerbread men and Santa Claus. Most importantly Dean remembered his parents at Christmas.

Through the years he tried to make the best out of their situation. After all, what was a little breaking and entering if it meant Sammy would have something to open on Christmas morning? Dean always felt the ends justified the means.

As the years wore on and their lives changed, the brother's mission to rid the world of evil took the blush off the rose for Dean and he stopped trying to have any sort of Merry Christmas.

It hurt Sam to see Dean struggle emotionally with the holidays. Sam's Christmas wish was for Dean to feel the spirit of the season once again.

That was when Sam decided to enlist the aid of Castiel. It was no secret that Dean was crushing on the Angel of the Lord since the first time they met. Sure Mister Hetero would never admit it but Dean's secret crush wasn't lost on Sam. Every morning his brother moaned Castiel's name as he jacked off in the shower. Dean wasn't known for discretion or being quiet. Sam was just glad Dean washed the walls down when he was finished.

Sam thought he could use the Angel to his advantage because Castiel had lost his heart to Dean the moment they met as well. He even revealed to Sam that when Dean stabbed him, Castiel knew the Hunter was the one.

…

Sam waved the waitress over and ordered a short stack with strawberries and coffee. Castiel was still frowning at the menu as he tried to decide what to eat, "Sam, what would Dean have?"

He took the menu from the Angel and ordered for him, "A meat lover omelet with extra cheese and a side of bacon, coffee with cream."

The Angel gave Sam a shy little smile, "That is what Dean would order?"

Sam found the smitten look on his face amusing. He could almost see thoughts of Dean dancing like sugar plums through the Angels head, "Yes, that is what Dean would order. Cas let me explain why I asked you here."

Sam went on to fill in Castiel on his plan. The Angel listened intently nodding when a nod was needed.

"So you see why this is important, you make my brother happy again."

The waitress hustled over and set the platters in front of them then filled up their cups. She ignored Sam and locked her gaze on Castiel, "Is there anything else I can get you honey?" She winked and placed her hand on his shoulder waiting for an answer.

He felt her hand squeezing then releasing as if she were checking a head of livestock for good muscle tone, "No, I believe I'm just fine."

Sam shooed away the predatory female "I think she was more worried about what you could give her. Anyway, are you in?"

Cas raised a piece of bacon in the air examining it carefully, "Dean would like this bacon…where is Dean?"

Frustrated, Sam was very blunt this time, "Cas, are you going to give Dean a Merry Christmas or not?"

"Yes, I hope to give Dean a very good time. I just recently heard of mistletoe and hope to get my first kiss." Cas looked at Sam with a face full of hope, "Has he mentioned me?"

Sam leaned across the table and spoke in a low voice, "No, but every morning he masturbates in the shower and screams your name when he orgasms so that should be incentive enough to help."

Castiels blue eyes opened so wide it was comical, "Really?"

"Yup, you might get lucky. Look, I know the whole religious thing with Christmas isn't your bag…"

Castiel leaned forward as well getting almost nose to nose with Sam, "There are too many inaccuracies and I don't subscribe to one religion or the other although I do appreciate humanities good will at this time of year. I only wish it lasted all the year through…but in answer to your question, yes I will be happy to help."

Sam sat back and thrust out his hand, "Great, have you ever read the book, "A Christmas Carol"?"

"No."

Sam pulled a copy from his backpack and set it on the table, "Well let me fill you in."

…

Dean was at Pussy Hollow strip club getting a lap dance in the champagne room. He was depressed and treating himself the only way he knew how, through booze and debauchery. The redhead was doing her level best to please the pretty boy. Dean was someone that she would have done for free in different circumstances.

Dean squeezed his junk and let out a whoop as she bent over flashing more than just her ass, "Oh my god, sooo hot!"

He reached out and pinched her butt cheek. She let out a squeak and straightened up, "Hey watch it with the pinching, that's my moneymaker you're bruising!"

"Sorry baby, your ass reminds of someone else's I know, little and round like two perfect hamburger buns." He looked up at her eyes, they were brown not blue and her hair was the wrong color. In fact Dean was mostly disappointed in the lack of bulge in the front of her g-string.

"Cas has such a nice bulge…damn it, what is wrong with me! I looooove pussy…pussy, pussy, pu…"

A deep, gravelly voice came from behind him, "Dean why are you obsessing over felines? I enjoy a nice cat as much as the next being but they don't own my every thought."

Ginger covered her rack and pointed to the cute little weirdo in the trench coat, "Hey, another person is extra, pay up or get out!"

Dean handed her some cash and she kept on dancing. He patted the booth seat next him, "Take a load off Cas."

The Angel sat with his hands folded neatly in his lap watching the redhead gyrate. It was awkward to say the least. The last thing Castiel wanted to do was to sit with a well buzzed Dean Winchester watching a nearly naked woman dance for money.

Dean whistled as she jiggled her tits, "Look at that, do those do anything for yah Cas?"

"No."

Dean sighed then downed the last of the cheap sparkling wine, "So what's up, you blue eyed buzz kill?"

Castiel fished a note card Sam had given him to read out loud to Dean, "Ahem…I am here to show you the true meaning of Christmas, past, present and future. Sam has written down here that it will be like the book "A Christmas Carol" or in your case, one of the movie adaptations."

Dean snorted, "I should have known Sam was behind this crap. Ok let's get this over with. What do you get out of it?"

Castiel gave him a naughty smile, "Sam said if I do everything right I might get my Christmas wish."

"Which is…?"

"That is for me to know and you to find out."

He read once again from the note card, "At midnight be prepared Dean Winchester, I will come and get you and your adventure will begin."

…..

Dean couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned telling himself it was the chilly air in the bunker that was keeping him from a good night's sleep but that was a lie. He was worried about what would happen at midnight. Dean didn't like the idea of seeing his past, present and future. There were some things a person wants to forget and others things you shouldn't know.

After finally drifting off he was awakened by a grandfather clock chiming loudly. The Hunter bolted straight up in bed and looked around, "Where the hell did that clock come from?"

The room began to fill with a soft, yellow light as a figure appeared. It was Castiel making a grand appearance. He stepped forward, chains rattling as he moved.

Cas was dressed in black leather pants and a tight black fishnet shirt that showed off his abs and nipples. Around his hips were layers of slender silver chains artfully arranged, they were also crisscrossed over his chest and around his neck and wrists. He snapped his fingers and Dean was wearing exactly the same thing.

He looked down at himself, "Awesome! Are we going to a leather bar or something?"

Castiel opened a piece of paper, cleared his throat and began to read.

"Dean Winchester, you wear the chain you forged in life...you made it link by link, and yard by yard; you girded it on of your own free will, and of your own free will you wear it."

Dean stood up and shimmied his hips enjoying the sound the chains made, "I don't know about all that but the outfit is the cool. So where are we going?"

Castiel stepped right up to him and slid his hands in Deans back pockets, "Now you put your hands in mine."

Dean didn't need to be asked twice, he gave each bun a good squeeze, "Honk, honk…ok now what?'

The same sort of light began but this time it swirled around them, Dean looked up and watched the beautiful silver glitter dancing through the glow, it seemed like a fantasy. It was definitely better than Castiels usual abrupt popping in and out of places.

Castiel noticed Dean's big green eyes lit up and the huge smile on his face. It was like being around a happy child, the spirit of the season was filling Dean already. The bonus was the nice ass fondling the Angel was receiving. Castile was feeling something also but it wasn't the holiday spirit, it was a zipper raking erection.

…..

Before Dean knew it they appeared outside a house that had an old string of Christmas lights strung around the window, the old fashion kind that burn you when you touch them. He peered through the window and saw a scrubby Christmas tree covered with the same sort of lights and silver icicles. There were a few ornaments here and there. Dean noticed only a few packages under the tree. A little boy toddled over and crouched down to poke at a gaily wrapped package. He was blonde, Dean could tell that much but he couldn't see the boys face.

Dean clutched the Angels hand tightly, "Cas…is that who I think it is."

Castiel adjusted the sprig of mistletoe he stuck in the waistband of his leather pants hoping Dean would notice.

"Yes."

TBC