It was Christmas Eve morning, and Sera woke up freezing cold. She turned over and snuggled closer to Sam, but he jerked awake when her cold toes touched his leg. "Morning," he said sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "Morning," She said. She heard the front door opening and closing. "Well, sounds like Dean's awake." She wondered if he was coming in or going out. "He's excited about something." Sera sat up. She pulled the end of her braid around and pulled the band off and started unraveling it. "I think he finally got what he was after."

"What was he after?"

"The perfect present for Castiel. He's been really stressed about it since he found out Cas got him something."

"Oh," Sam said, sitting up alongside her. He looked out their bedroom window. "Did it snow again last night?"

"Yep." She felt a sudden rush of warm air coming from the vents. "Hey, thanks Cas." She looked at Sam, "He supercharged the furnace for us."

Suddenly Castiel appeared at the end of the bed. Sam jumped and covered himself with the comforter. "Geez, Cas, haven't you ever heard of knocking?"

"Yes, I have." He said flatly, and Sera snorted. He looked at her. "Is that better?"

"Much, thanks, it was freezing in here. Was Dean leaving or coming in a minute ago?"

"Coming in. He's been out in the garage all night, making a lot of noise. I asked if he needed any help but he uh…"

"Did he snap at you?"

Castiel nodded. "Don't take it personally."

She ran her fingers through her now unbound hair and fluffed it, then got out of bed. She looked at Sam, who was still covering himself with the blanket and looking all awkward. "You want anything in particular for breakfast?" She asked, catching his attention. He threw the covers off and jumped up, grabbing his gray thermal off the floor and pulling it on, "No, it's fine, I'll cook."

Sera laughed, unbuttoning her nightgown. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, why are you laughing? I can make pancakes." He walked around Castiel and crossed the room to her, planting a kiss on her cheek, then walking out of the room, glancing back at Castiel before he shut the door. Sera turned her back to him then pulled her nightgown off and start rifling through the closet. "So, what'd you get him?"

Castiel was looking towards the window, as if micro-analyzing the crystallization of the webs of ice on the glass. "Agathon's Talisman."

Sera glanced over her shoulder. "That must have taken you a while." She pulled a shirt over her head.

"It seemed a very long time. I finally found it in a Greek museum."

"Are you going to tell him everything about it?"

"Of course. Otherwise he will be terribly confused by it. He does not know his own family history."

"I definitely think it's time he found out." She stepped into a pair of her maternity jeans and pulled them on. "He needs to know what he's going to have to deal with."

She pulled one of Sam's plaid shirts off of a hanger and pulled it on over her t-shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. "Could you get me some socks?" She said at Cas, and he went over to the dresser. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair. Sera turned around and put her hands up to catch them, and he tossed them to her.

"Do you know what he got me?" Castiel asked.

"Yes."

"Are you going to tell me?"

"No."

She smiled as she sat down and negotiated her socks onto her feet. "What did you get Sam?"

"A knife, with one silver edge and one of iron, forged in holy fire."

"Good to know you thought of long-term usage. Both that and the Talisman can be passed down to Thalia."

"I also got a mobile to go over her crib."

"Really?"

"Yes, it's has warding charms hanging from it."

She looked down at her stomach. "Tally, you are going to be one twisted little child."

"Should I have gotten something else?"

"No, no, she's a special girl. Fluffy cute animals would never work for her. Besides, at least we know no one's going to be able to steal her or bleed into her mouth."

"That is a comfort."

She stood up. "You should probably go downstairs, I'm going to be a bit. Have to brush my teeth and all that."

Cas nodded then vanished. She smiled and shook her head, and then walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

Dean walked into the kitchen to find his brother making pancakes. "Wow, look at you. She's got you totally whipped."

"No complaints." Sam said, flipping a pancake.

"I probably wouldn't complain about being her bitch either, dude."

Sam pointed the spatula at him. "Careful now, that's my..." His brows furrowed. "I don't know what to call her, but she's mine."

Dean put his hands up in mock surrender. "Just complimenting your good taste, bro. You're not always so lucky."

"Yeah. How was it she put it? They usually have 'fangs or claws or demon blood.' Figures I'd fall in love with an angel. No normalcy for this family, no." He said the last part scoffingly as he flipped a pancake.

Suddenly Cas appeared next to Dean, making him jump. Sam didn't even turn around. "Hey Cas."

"Seraphiel will be downstairs momentarily." He looked at Dean. "I am told it is customary to wish you a Merry Christmas."

"Yeah, kind of. Merry Christmas, Cas."

"Merry Christmas Dean." He looked at Sam. "And you, Sam." Then he looked down at the floor and just sort of stood there. Dean cleared his throat and the Angel looked up. "You wanna go watch some crappy Christmas movie until breakfast is ready?"

Castiel shook his head and looked away again. He looked out the window at the snow. Dean got an idea. "I'm gonna go get my coat on and we're going outside."

"Why?"

"Because It's Christmas Eve and there's snow on the ground, and since Sera keeps trying her best to make us be normal we're going to be."

Sam looked over his shoulder. "You're not?"

"Oh yeah, I am."

"Just go easy on him, will you?"

"Go easy on him? He's probably going to kill me."

"Why would I kill you?" Cas asked, genuinely concerned.

Dean smiled, "You'll see," then turned and went to get his jacket and track down a pair of gloves.

They were walking around outside in the snow, Castiel was admiring how perfectly it had covered everything in pure white, made everything brighter. Suddenly he heard a crunching behind him and he turned, only to be nailed in the face with a ball of compressed ice chips. He wiped all of the melting slush with his sleeve then looked at Dean. "Why did you do that?"

"Because it's fun." Dean said flatly, almost mocking Castiel's usual tone as he scooped up some more snow and packed it into a ball. Castiel looked beside him at all of the snow covering the hood of a car. He scooped some up and imitated Dean's motions, and caught Dean on the side of the head as he was turning. Dean cringed as it hit him, because some of the snow and grit from the car got stuck in his eye. "Dammit," he said, doubling over and putting his hand over his eye.

Cas stepped over, putting his hand out like he was going to comfort Dean, but then Dean stood and slammed the handful of snow into the angel's face, laughing. He turned and ran as Castiel shook the snow away.