Part 1
For the first time that year, it really felt like Christmas time. This was the perfect Christmas Eve evening, even with Santa's evil brother on the loose. John closed his eyes, and leaned in. He pressed his lips against Sherlock's under the mistletoe the angel was holding above them. It was a moment of truth. The consulting detective wrapped his arms around the doctor, and they kissed again, under the mistletoe. Cas was right. This was the true meaning of Christmas.
John felt warm inside. He knew that the angel was right. This man was his soul mate. He accepted it without question. He was in love with Sherlock Holmes.
Part 2
This was the first time this year that it really felt like Christmas time. It was the best Christmas Eve evening, even with Saint Nickolas' demonic brother slaughtering people. Sherlock closed his eyes and leaned in. He pressed his lips against John's under the mistletoe that the angel was holding above them. It was a moment of truth. Sherlock knew without a doubt, and not because of a deduction, or any evidence, or investigation, that the angel was right. He could feel the warmth in his soul.
John Watson was his goldfish, the person he connected with in a pool of average idiots. John was his soul mate. Sherlock was happy. He was really happy. It was the perfect moment. He was in love with John Watson.
