Christmas Confusion
Written for the prompt : Supernatural, Gabriel & Castiel, two angels confused by Christmas festivities
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"So . . . I think I've got this wrong . . ." Castiel looked suitably confused and Gabriel raised an eyebrow as he waited for the other angel to expand on his thoughts. "I thought Christmas was a celebration of Christ's birth?" Castiel's voice held a slightly plaintive note of desperation.
"Yup," Gabriel nodded.
"But . . ." Castiel began before falling silent with a hugely dejected sigh and just looking at Gabriel as if he should hold all of the answers at this point.
"What can't you tell?" Gabriel couldn't resist taking the opportunity tosnarkily needle at Castiel's pride.
"So Saint Nicholas . . . a rather . . . fat individual who wears red, goes down chimneys with presents . . . and that has what to do with the Saviour's birth exactly?" Castiel sighed again. "I don't think they've realized," his voice dropped even lower as if he was afraid someone would overhear, "when he was born!"
Gabriel couldn't help laugh at Castiel's consternation. "Doesn't matter, bro! What's a day . . . a week . . . a month or even a year here or there . . . it's the principle of the thing after all."
"What principle?" Castiel threw his hands up. "There was no Father Christmas in the stable, no Saint Nicholas! Was Jesus born in December by their calendar even? Ugh! It's all wrong! He never said . . . he never said anything about eating turkey and . . . and spending inordinate amounts of money on presents other people don't want! And ELVES! Where did they come from? Does our Father know about the Elves?"
Dean entered the room as Castiel raged, exchanging a knowing smirk with Gabriel, who was by now finding it difficult to not just laugh uncontrollably. "I'm pretty sure any decent male with any libido at all would appreciate those Elves we saw at the Mall today!" Gabriel nodded enthusiastically. "I'm pretty sure God's 'right-hand' man would've liked 'em just fine!"
"But . . .!" Castiel spluttered, horrified at Gabriel's suggestion.
"You know what I really don't understand though?" Gabriel's expression changed, suddenly seeming crestfallen as he crossed to the Christmas cards on the windowsill and ran his finger along the top of one of them. "Why am I a girl in so many of these pictures on their cards and in their little plays that they put on?"
Dean started to laugh at that one, figuring the only response to it had to be, "Guess they all think you're in touch with your feminine side, dude!"
Author's Note : Sorry, it was just a little silliness to go with the prompt. No offense meant to anyone.