It was their first Christmas together, and Dean was helping Cas wrap presents.
Or rather, he was trying to help and failing rather miserably.
The whole process was ending in tape stuck to both hunter and angel, crumpled paper littering the floor, and jubilant laughter. Somehow a bow ended up in Cas' hair, and Dean smiled at the addition, reaching out a hand to press the bow more firmly into the dark mess.
"Perfect," he murmured, wrapping his arms around the angel's waist. Cas just cocked his head questioningly.
Dean rested his forehead on Cas'.
"You're my present this year."
