This is a group of ideas that I couldn't get out of my head. My love of Dean Winchester could probably be called an obsession, hence this little group of oneshots. If you have any requests please please leave them in the comments, and if you have any constructive criticism I'd love to hear it.

I don't own any of these characters.

The Impala purred, gaining speed as Sam started to put his foot down. He could hear Charlie's giggles from the back seat, the wind from the open wind whipping her hair. He could imagine the expression on Jess's face when Sam and his daughter arrived at the airport looking like they'd been electrocuted, but he didn't mind. Besides, how could anyone not be happy on a day like today?

It was the twelfth of December, and a thin sheet on snow lay on the ground. The air was clear though, and the sky was bluer than it had been in weeks. It was gradually getting closer to Christmas, but that wasn't what had made his little family spring awake at 5am. Today was the day they were going to meet Dean at the airport when he came home for Christmas, and it was going to be the proper start of the holidays.

Charlie had already started making plans, she'd decided Dean was going to help them build a snowman and that they couldn't put the tree up until her uncle got home. She'd also planned a hundred other things: tea parties that Dean would have blankly refused if it had been anyone else, countless Christmas related crafts and enough snow angels to give her a cold for the rest of the year. But nobody minded, even though Sam and Jess always seemed to be the ones cleaning up. Dean was finally coming home, and that meant everything. Christmas was nothing without family, and without Dean it just wasn't Christmas.

Soon the airport approached, and he almost had to stop Charlie from climbing out of the window when he found a parking space. He spotted Jess and the baby near his car, and Cas hovering near them – he didn't want to ride in the Impala if Dean wasn't the one driving it – tapping his foot. When he spotted them he practically flew towards them, grabbing Charlie's hand and starting to run into the hospital. As their giggling daughter was pulled along beside a sprinting Cas, Sam and Jess followed behind.

"He does know that how fast he runs won't make a plane land any quicker, doesn't he?" Jess whispered to him, earning her a laugh from her husband.

"Cas knows. He's just a bit over excited."

Before they knew it they were in the airport, following a sign towards where they would be meeting Dean. Cas and Charlie came to meet him, still out of breath but smiling like crazy. Then they waited. Sam and Jess took it in turns to hold the baby, the other reassuring Cas that the plane was probably late and they were sure everything was fine. Then, finally, the group of men and women in smart, navy blue uniforms appeared carrying their luggage.

Sam picked up Charlie, whispering in her ear what he always said and she always ignored. "Remember, Uncle Dean is probably really tired from all his travelling, so make sure you go easy on him. Just don't run at him immediately, yeah?"

Then he appeared. Dean's hair was as short as ever, his uniform pressed like always. Every button was polished till it gleamed, and even Dean's boots were so shiny hey could probably be used as mirrors. He strode out, his eyes already scanning for his loved ones in the crowd. He had a long scar down his right cheek, but Sam immediately cast the worry out of his mind. Dean always came home with a few injuries. He was fine. He was always fine. He was Dean Winchester.

Then Cas appeared, flying through the air and tackling Dean in a bear hug. Though he staggered back a few steps, Dean immediately dropped his duffel bag and hugged him back. They kissed, not noticing the wolf whistles and hoots from the people behind them. It was like everything else had disappeared, like nothing in the world mattered apart from the fact that the two lovers were together again, kissing each other tenderly in the harsh airport light. A few of the other marines clapped Dean on the back, having had to deal with Dean constantly talking about his boyfriend in every possible moment. They probably knew more about Cas, Jess, Sam and Charlie than they did themselves.

Then Charlie had raced off, Sam right on her tail. Cas and Dean broke apart when she landed, wrapping her short arms around his legs and burying her head in the fabric. Sam reached Dean, hugging him and inhaling the scent of oil and soap that seemed to cling to his older brother. Dean clung onto Sam tightly, trying to fit how much he had missed him into one short hug. When Jess arrived, having been the only one to have actually walked, Dean hugged her lightly and kissed her on the cheek. The baby in her arms gurgled to itself, reaching up with a tiny fist to cling onto Dean's finger. His name was Bobby Dean Winchester, and Sam could remember the way Dean had paused over the crackly phone line when he had been told, thanking him with a voice full of emotion and love.

Then Dean hoisted Charlie up onto his shoulders, his duffel bag lying forgotten on the floor. Kicking her feet and laughing, she shamelessly messed up Dean's smart appearance, but Dean loved to too much to even think about getting annoyed. She leaned down to kiss him lightly on his forehead, and Sam could have sworn he saw tears in his brother's eyes.