AUTHOR'S NOTE - I wrote this as a Christmas present to all the folks who are a member of The Order Of Castiel on . I only hope you will enjoy it as much as The Order Of Castiel hopefully will ... *laughs*
Castiel's First Christmas.
"You want to do what? Where?" Dean asked.
"I want to go to the mall, Dean. I've never been to the mall at Christmas time. Won't you take me?" Castiel asked, cocking his head to one side in the most adorably innocent way only the angel could pull off.
Dean pursed his lips, before saying - "You won't like it, Cas. Those kids are horrible at the mall. They'll pull your wings and pee on your shoes and that's if you're extremely lucky!"
"Please Dean, I want to go to the mall!" Castiel repeated, patiently.
Dean sighed, then said - "Alright Cas, we'll go to the mall, but don't blame me if you come back missing a few feathers and your shoes smell a bit funny!"
"Thank you Dean, it is much appreciated!" Castiel said, with typically perfect manners.
"You're welcome, I guess!" Dean said, gruffly, uncertain as to where to put himself.
Sam merely gave Dean a kissy face behind the angel's back which Dean studiously ignored.
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"Dean, what's that please?" Castiel asked, innocently, as he pointed to Santa's Grotto.
"That's Santa's Grotto, Cas. That's where children go to sit on a strange man's knee and ask for presents whil they pick their noses. The kids not the santas," Dean said, as he licked fastidiously at an ice cream.
"Can I go in Santa's Grotto, Dean?" Castiel asked.
"Get out of it, Cas, you're too old!" Dean snorted.
"I've never been to a Santa's Grotto before. I want to sit on his knee and ask for a present. I promise that I won't pick my nose!" Castiel said, with a little smirk in the elder Winchester's direction.
Sam merely snorted ice cream through his nose at which the angel started grinning wider.
"Angels will be the death of me!" Dean said before shoo-ing the angel away. "Go, Cas, go to the creepy old man, then, get your jollies!"
Cas half bowed to Dean before taking his leave of the Winchesters who followed curiously behind, wondering what Cas would ask for.
Both of the Winchesters hid laughs behind their hands as Cas sat heavily on Santa's knee, practically glowing with glee at the unfamiliar situation. The man in the santa suit didn't look convinced he really should let a fully grown man who looked 34 sit in his lap.
"What do you want from me?" the Santa asked, taking in Castiel's slightly rumpled appearance and beige trench coat dubiously.
"I want a present!" Castiel said, patiently. "Dean said I could have a present if I sat on your knee and didn't pick my nose!"
Sam and Dean practically howled with laughter at the Grotto's entrance, while Santa hurriedly gave Castiel a present just to get rid of the weight off his knee.
"Thank you Santa!" Castiel said, chirpily, before taking his leave of the Grotto, much to the Santa's obvious relief.
"What did Santa give you, Cas?" Sam cooed, batting his eyelashes at the angel prettily.
"He gave me a present, Sam!" Castiel said, showing the younger Winchester his brightly wrapped package.
"WHAT'S - IN - THE - BOX?" Dean sputtered, eerily, which was entirely lost on Castiel.
Castiel opened the box with slender fingers, before taking out a white floppy bunny soft toy.
"Look, Dean, it's a rabbit!" Castiel said, with a smirk. "I will treasure this always! I shall call him .... Mr Bun Bun!"
"Good! Can we go now? I swear that kid's sizing me up!" Dean said, as he hurriedly led the angel and Sam from the mall, never to return again ....
THE END.