Summary: Sam invites Castiel to spent Christmas evening with the Winchesters. Trouble starts when Cas finds himself and Dean under a mistletoe.
Warnings: Fluff
Rating: None
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel (hints)
Important: UnBeta'd!
Part One: White is in the Winter Night
It was the night before Christmas,with a solemn silence in the star sprankled sky, the smell of pudding and turkey in the streets and the warm candlelights shining through the all the soft blanket of white, as if a mother had covered her child to sleep and the twinkling stars above sang their lullaby.
In a night like this nobody was lonely- nobody should be lonely. Lonely were only the streets in the small town, were only the rooftops and was the silent silhouette of a angel-like statue on one of the roofs, unmoving and getting more and more buried under the snow…
Sam, a glass of whiskey in one hand, looked for the 4th or 5th time this evening through the window curtains to the angel figure on the house on the other side of the street
"We should bring him in", he said. "Can Angels get a cold?"
Dean, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, only snorted. "If he'd want to come, he would! But I don't want to share couch and TV with a nerdy angel tonight!"
"You are only pissed, because he broke the window of the Impala!"
"Yeah, I am! And that's a damn good reason to be mad!", Dean growled. "Leave him alone, Sammy! He is so often alone, one night more or not doesn't make a difference!"
But Sam watched the snowflakes falling down. The beautiful they looked like, they also were so very cold. He took his jacket.
"I bring him back!"
Castiel's eyes trailed over the little town at the border to Canada. The night before Christmas, really some solemn hours. It was at times like this when he felt all the glory that lay over the world loving created by God, with all the small mistakes, but also joy.
Transcending thought, the works eternal,
are fair as on the primal day.
With speed, thought baffling, unabating,
Earth's splendour whirls in circling flight;
Its Eden-brightness alternating,
with solemn, awe-inspiring night;
Lord, Thy servants are revering
the mild procession of thy day.
Thine aspect to the powers supernal,
gives strength, though fathom thee none may;
And all they works, sublime, eternal,
are fair as on the primal day.*
With a sigh Castiel closed the blue eyes. Such a beautiful night, tonight.
"Hey!"
A loud voice broke through the solemn silence and the angel looked down to the street, where a man moved to the house, on which's roof he was sitting on, enjoying the night.
"Castiel!"
It was Sam. Stepping through the snow, hands in the pockets of his jeans. Castiel wondered if he wasn't cold.
"Don't you want to come in? It's warmer and", Sam searched for the right words in order not to hurt the angel. He was standing under the roof and looked up to him. "…less lonely."
"I am not lonely", was all Castiel answered and looked again up into the stars.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Oh, sure." Silence. "So, are you coming?"
"I'll think about it."
"Oooookay", Sam sighed. It didn't seem Castiel was very enthusiastic, but that might only be, because he was afraid to see Dean after he broke the Impala. But it had been an accident, and all three knew it, although Dean was still angry. However, it wasn't easy for an angel to aim for the backseat, when he was slightly drunk. "Dean says he'd like to have you with us. And same with me." Sam managed somehow to lie straight without becoming red.
"I broke Dean's car", Castiel reminded him.
"It's just a car!" Dean would kill him if he ever heard that sentence, Sam was sure about it. "Come on, Castiel! Nobody should be alone on Christmas eve!"
"I am not-", started Castiel.
"Yeah, maybe you're talking to your superior or Gabriel right now, but they are in Heaven and you are on Earth! And your friends on Earth want to spend some time with you, too! Or do at least Jimmy's body favour before he freezes!" Another silence, but Castiel frowned and sighed then.
"Alright, I'm coming!"
Sam smiled. "Cool! Did you ever celebrate Christmas on Earth? Except for about 2000 years?"
Castiel landed beneath Sam and they walked together to the house on the other side of the street.
"No. The first time."
"Ah, you'll love it!", Sam laughed. "Not much about presents this year, but at least a bit Christmas feeling! Tree, glitter, ice cream, mistletoes-"
"Do you eat mistletoes?"
Sam stopped and turned around. "Eat? No, that's ehrm… It's tradition on Christmas, but we hang them up only just for fun! As if we- no, certainly not!", he laughed. "But Dean always mocks me and says I hang them up, because I hope that a blonde beauty will appear."
"I… still don't get it", answered Castiel, lay his head on the side and frowned. "What about mistletoes? You hang them up and…?"
Sam scratched his head. "Tradition on Christmas is that you have to kiss the person you stand with under a mistletoe. You know, Christmas is all about love and peace…"
"Aha." Castiel still seemed a bit confused.
"Oh, I forgot my key", Sam remarked. "Well, Dean will have to open!" He rang the bell and after a few seconds they heard footsteps behind the door.
"Yeah?", Dean said unfriendly as he opened the door. There was a deadly silence between the three men. After a few moments Sam went in, threw his jacket on the steps and said: "I brought him back, I warned you!"
"Yeah…" His brother looked dark at the Angel, who stood in the door.
Castiel felt Dean's eyes and it was very uncomfortable, so he tried to look anywhere else.
Dean growled.
"Cas, do you want to come in or what?"
But the angel didn't respond. Biting his lip, he looked to Dean, then up and to Dean again, who was obviously annoyed.
Sam followed Castiel's eyes and immediately figured out what was going to happen.
Oops.
The mistletoe.
Oops!
And Dean didn't.
"Hoo-hoo, Cas, are you dreaming?" His brother waved his hand in front of Castiel's eyes in order to make him show any emotion.
Mistletoe and Castiel.
Not good.
Definitely not good!
This could become a massacre…
"Ehrr, Castiel, I really think you shouldn't-", started Sam, but it was too late.
Dean, thought Castiel when he pressed his lips carefully on Dean's, tastes very sweet. Like… not exactly like milk and honey, but it gave him the same warm, comfortable feeling and made his -better Jimmy's- heart jump. It was hard to describe what exactly Dean's lips tasted like, but good. Maybe it was a really bad comparison, but not even burgers had ever made him that happy.
After a few seconds Castiel thought if it wasn't a bit odd that Dean wasn't doing something. He just stood in front of him, mouth half open and gasping for air. Castiel thought that the people on Dean's laptop always had their hands somewhere when kissing, but he didn't feel like ripping Dean's clothes off, so he did as with Meg and let his hands go through Dean's hair.
Sam the while looked at the scene with the mouth half open and not sure if he should say something or better run as far away as possible, before Castiel let Dean go- it had been him, who told the angel about mistletoes and Dean didn't look as if he would ever forgive him if he found out. The awkward the whole thing looked like, the …cute it was, too, he couldn't deny it. Dean had never looked this helpless and Castiel never that shy and passionate at the same time. He thought if he could make a photo without Dean recognizing it, but he would die if he ever found it. At the same moment, the kiss ended with a moan from Castiel Sam wasn't sure what it was for.
Castiel took one step back and opened the eyes. Dean was still standing in the door and looked as if Castiel had slapped him, heavy out of breath.
"Was it… alright?", asked Castiel carefully.
"Alri- What?" Dean's face was half confused, half shocked and his voice trembling.
Castiel moved uncomfortable from one side to another. It didn't look as if Dean had enjoyed the tradition. Maybe because he, Castiel, was a bad kisser? But Heaven, he had never had the occasion to kiss anyone! Now that Castiel thought about it, it seemed pretty awkward- he was over 2000 years old; human beings sometimes even started kissing when they were 15! Well, Meg had kissed him, but that didn't count, because she started and he just responded, because that was what the pizza man had done, not because he liked it!
Dean's voice brought him back from his thoughts.
"What… WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" He didn't look confused anymore, but really, really angry.
"Sam told me about mistletoes and I thought…" Castiel looked helpless at Sam, who tiptoed silently into the living room. Dean whirled around and growled: "Sam! What the hell did you tell him?"
"How should I know that he would do that!", Sam protested.
Castiel's face became the expression of a little puppy that had accidently bitten his master and now regretted it. "I-I thought…", he began. "Do you want to try again?"
"Exccuse me?", shouted Dean.
"If you tell me, what I have to do, I'm sure I can do better!"
Sam spilled out the orange juice he was about to drink and laughed. Dean glared at him with a deadly sparkling in his eyes. Then he turned around and came so close to Castiel, that the angel reached one hand out for his neck, awaiting to kiss him again, but Dean took his hand and pressed him against the wall.
"No!"
Castiel tilted his head. "?"
"Not again!" Dean shook grimly his head. "No, Cas! You won't kiss me! Okay?"
Castiel, although still not understanding, what Dean's problem was, nodded slowly.
Dean looked still suspicious, but let him go. "Never ever, you understand me?"
"Uhm, okay… Why?", Castiel added questioning.
"Because- You can't just come and kiss me!"
"But that's the tradition, Sam told me!", replied Castiel. "Why do you have a mistletoe, when you don't use it?"
Behind them, they heard Sam still giggling.
"Oh, shut up, you troll!", Dean shouted angry at his brother. "That's all your fault!"
Then he turned again to Castiel. "Listen, Cas! Even if we are friends, you… you don't kiss friends!"
"Meg kissed me and she isn't my friend!", protested the angel. "Do you only kiss your enemies?"
Dean face palmed his head and rolled his eyes. "Meg is a- Oh, shut the hell up, Cas! Of course you do inot/i kiss your enemies! You kiss your girlfriend, but not ordinary friends! You don't kiss me! Sam doesn't kiss Bobby, alright!"
Ah, that was the problem! Castiel looked at Sam. "He didn't tell me that!"
"Yeah, he… Whatever!", Dean sighed. "Sam can be a donkey sometimes." He winked at the angel. "Come in and make yourself comfortable!"
Castiel followed the older Winchester slowly in the living room. Half he expected him to throw him out of the house the next second. Was he already over the broken Impala? Or was he just too confused after the kiss?
Immediately Castiel stood still. Kiss? Now he first recognized that he had kissed Dean. Why? Because of the mistletoe. Ah, yes, of course! But why did he like it so much? Because Dean was his friend. But Sam was also his friend. Would he have kissed Sam? Castiel hesitated. He wasn't sure about it, but Dean seemed to be the better choice. No, he thought, he wouldn't have kissed Sam. But why? Why Dean and not Sam? Why, why, why?
With a discombobulated expression on the face the confused angel sat down on the carpet, beneath the Christmas tree, feeling awkward and very small.
The night was going to be very long…
*Quoted from: "Faust I" by J.W. von Goethe (Scene: "Prologue in Heaven", the Archangels)
I know, it's not winter at the moment, but hey...! 8D
I love Winter theme's! 3
-Comments and Constructive Critic are highly appreciated!-