"Dean's face was serious. In his right hand, he held a large box. A box that could change everything. A box that could either make or break his relationship with Cas. A box that -

"That'll be forty-five dollars and sixty-nine cents, sir," the woman at the cash register announced.

Dean grunted in response, using his left hand to fish his credit card from his pocket. Once he payed for his merchandise and received his receipt, he smiled at the woman, said thank you, and left the store. He got into his car, his breathing heavy. Dean had never been in a relationship during Christmas time, so he had no clue how things were supposed to go. He gingerly set the present down on the passenger seat of his Baby, a black 1967 Chevy Impala. The butler knew how much Cas enjoyed hamburgers. The large box contained a portable grill, not the fanciest one, but it would do the trick. The Winchester was going to teach his secret (well, secret-ish since Gabriel knew) boyfriend how to grill his own burgers. Really, it was just an excuse to touch Cas without getting fired for dating his boss's brother.

When the butler got back to the Novak estate (he had the morning off, but was expected to make Christmas dinner for the family, after which he'd get the rest of the year off), he wrapped the box the best he could in fifty-cent wrapping paper, only tearing the snowflake-covered paper five times. He deemed it satisfactory. Dean looked at the clock on the wall and gasped; shopping for Cas's present had taken longer than he had thought. The Winchester ran to take a shower, shave his face, and put on his butler suit. He grabbed the box and ran to his car as quickly as he could without violently jostling the gift. He made it to the Novak estate right on time with his (illegal) amazing driving skills.

In the kitchen, Dean directed the rest of the kitchen staff. He darted back and forth between helping people cook their complicated, fancy dishes and the oven, where he watched the ham as it cooked. He made last-minute Christmas cards for everybody in the estate. Dean knew that the grill would have to be a gift for everyone, since if he just gave it to Cas that would raise some eyebrows. Once dinner was done, served, and eaten, it was time to head to one of the living rooms to open presents. Dan's gift of the portable grill and cooking lessons got mixed results; Samandriel, Castiel, Gabriel, and Anael seemed excited, while everyone else just seemed bored. Once gift opening was over, Dean was left to clean up all the wrapping paper.

"Let me help with that," a deep, gravelly voice said from behind the butler.

Dean grinned, and turned around to face his boyfriend. "You don't have to do that, but if you want to admire the view of me bending over, then be my guest," he said, earning a blush from the Novak. He frowned slightly when Cas wouldn't stop staring at the ceiling. "What?" he asked.

"Mistletoe," Castiel whispered, his blue eyes flicking to Dean. "Should we continue the tradition of kissing under it?"

Dean sauntered closer to Cas. "We don't want to break tradition, now do we?" he said, his lips brushing against Cas's.

Castiel closed the distance between them, kissing Dean passionately. Their kiss was slow, lazy, and sweet, each one conveying a message through their touch. Neither one of them cared at that moment that they were out in the open. They kissed for what seemed like forever, only breaking apart when they needed air.

"Merry Christmas, Castiel," Dean whispered in Cas's ear.

"Merry Christmas, Dean," Cas echoed. "I love you."

Dean grinned sheepishly, his face tinted pink. "I love you, too."

A/N: Please let me know what spelling/grammar mistakes you see and I'll go back and fix them (: Also, I hope the formatting problem has been fixed! ~storywriter713