December 25th

"Christmas!" Charlie yelled running down the halls around the bunker wearing her santa hat and elf shoes. "Everyone get up! It's Christmas!"

"Yeah. It's also 6 AM in the fucking morning." Dean muttered into his pillow.

Cas chuckled. "I take it you don't want to get up this early."

"No shit, Sherlock." Dean retorted.

A few minutes later, someone began knocking on the door. They didn't stop and continued knocking.

"Go away!" Dean moaned.

Without answer, the knocking persisted. Dean cursed as he pushed out of Cas's hold and swung out of bed. He opened the door, just enough to see who it was. Charlie smiled at him. Dean tried to shut the door, but Charlie grabbed it and pushed it all the way open. Cas rolled off the side of the bed before she saw him, but landed with a large thud.

"What was that?" Charlie asked.

"That was the sound of me trying to not to tear your face off. Six AM, Charlie? Six?" Dean scoffed.

"I'm excited! Aren't you?" Charlie jumped up and down.

"I might be excited if it was a decent time in the morning." Dean rolled his eyes.

Charlie mouthed something to someone down the hallway.

"Dean!" Sam yelled. "Get your clothes on and get your ass out here!"

"Bitch!" Dean yelled peeking his head out the door.

"Jerk!" Sam yelled back.

When Charlie had her head turned, Sam mouthed 'Cas'.

"Say, Charlie." Dean patted her on the pack pushing her out of the doorframe. "How about you go do whatever and I'll get dressed?"

"Good." She smiled walking down the hallway.

"Dammit." Dean sighed shutting the door. "That was close."

Cas peered his head over the side of the bed. When he saw that the door was shut, he stood up and began redressing.

"Nice touch just rolling off the bed like that." Dean laughed.

"Well there wasn't much else I could've done at the moment, Dean." Cas replied.

"I thought it was hilarious either way." Dean snickered.

Cas smiled slightly at the notion. "Well see you in about thirty seconds."

With that statement, Cas disappeared, flying off to meet he others. Dean left the room at the same time and walked to the room where the others were waiting.

"That's a lot of of gifts." Dean mused as he observed the overflowing pile of gifts on the floor. "And nice sweater."

Cas smiled and pointed to the large, white bag with four cardboard boxes in it. He gave one to each of the others.

"For being around Dean so much, you're surprisingly in the Christmas spirit." Sam laughed. "I know how dean can often negatively affect people."

"Shut up." Dean retorted as he began to open the gift from Cas along with the others. The four friends held up their gifts at the same time. They each had an equally ugly Christmas sweater dangling from their hands.

"Do you like them?" Cas smiled.

They all nodded and grinned.

"They're really nice, Cas." Sam answered.

"I love it." Dean whispered so only Cas could hear.

Dean began tearing off his top layers and pulled on the sweater. Sam laughed at the sight of Dean wearing a Christmas sweater.

On Dean's sweater, was a cross stitched picture of Santa and his reindeer flying in a snowy sky. On the nose of each reindeer, a small jingle bell was fastened on. Lining the edge of the sleigh, were more miniature jungle bells. Dean sounded like a chipmunk's cathedral when he moved.

Cas nodded towards the box still in Dean's lap. Dean saw a small, black box sitting in the corner. Dean opened it and saw a silver chain. He discreetly pulled it out of the box and looked at it. It was a basic chain with a pendant on the end. Except, no, it wasn't a pendant.

On the end of that chain, was a vial of sand that Dean instantly recognized. It was some of the soft, white sand from Hawaii.

"Don't worry. It's unbreakable glass. I charmed it." Cas whispered.

Dean smiled up and him and quickly put it over his head when no one was looking. Dean handed Cas a small envelope in return.

Cas opened the envelope and looked at the piece of paper inside. There was a poem printed on the blue cardstock. On the left side of the paper was a printed picture of the photostrip from Vegas. Cas smiled as he read the poem on the paper.

Cas-

From your tie

To your toes

From your eyes

To your nose

From your hair

To your feet

From your stare

To your cheeks

They may not be yours

But that's because they're mine

And before you say they're not

Just know that you look hella fine

But I suck at poetry

And that's pretty obvious

So just know I own your sexy ass

-Dean

"That was nice." Cas smiled. "Even if it didn't rhyme."

"Pretty good for a kid who hasn't participated in class since he was four." Dean smirked. "Here, Sammy. This is for you."

Dean passed Sam a small box. Sam tore open the crappy wrapping job and used his pocket knife to tear open the box. Inside was a stuffed bear.

"You got me a stuffed toy?" Sam asked.

"Take it out." Dean smiled.

Sam pulled the bear out of the packaging and burst out laughing. It was a zombie bear. It had fake brains showing and faux tears all along it. On top of that, Dean had put it in lace underwear.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with this, Dean?" Sam laughed.

"Bang it." Dean answered.

"What?" Sam scoffed.

"Well pretty much every girl you sleep with dies, so I got you a girl who won't die since she's already dead." Dean explained.

Sam through the bear at deans face all the while laughing. "You're a bigger douche than Gabriel sometimes, you know that?"

"Why do you always drag me into your idiotic fights?" Gabriel asked.

"Oh good going, Sam." Dean retorted. "Just who I wanted to see today."

"Well I was coming anyways. The lovely Charlie over there requested it." Gabriel smirked.

Dean sent Charlie a death stare.

"So." Gabriel said putting his foot on the table and leaning in towards Charlie. "You wanna see a trick?"

"Dammit, Gabriel!" Dean exclaimed. "Say no, Charlie!"

"I'll keep the fatality rate to a minimum guys." Gabriel smiled.

"Promise?" Charlie asked.

Gabriel nodded.

"Show me a trick then." Charlie said leaning in closer to Gabriel.

Gabriel turned to the tree and made an upwards motion with his hand. The tree lit on fire.

"What the fuck, Gabriel?!" Sam jumped up from his spot on the couch.

"Calm down, princess." Gabriel smirked, pinching his fingers and rotating them.

In a final motion, Gabriel swept his hand downward and the fire died down.

"Merry fucking Christmas." He laughed. "Literally."

The angel at the top of the tree had turned into an 8 inch dildo. All the ornaments had turned into miniature lingerie, condoms, and handcuffs.

Gabriel plucked a small condom off a branch and handed it to Dean. "Here. You can keep this in your wallet for when you need it."

"Go to hell." Dean said snapping Gabriel in the face with it.

Meanwhile, Sam was on the other couch laughing his face off at the scenario.

"Ow. That hurt." Gabriel said rubbing his cheek.

"Good." Dean sneered.

"No love lost between you two I see." Kevin commented.

Gabriel and Dean glared at each other before Gabriel turned to Charlie. "So you've heard about me?"

Charlie smiled. "Indeed I have. Well, Dean was right about you to some extent. So let's hear the story about Virgin Mary's emaculate conception."

Gabriel snapped his fingers and he was sitting on a stool where the coffee table once was.

"Where'd the table go?" Charlie asked.

Sam signed and pointed up to the ceiling. Charlie followed his finger and chuckled as she saw the coffee table and everything on it stuck to the cieling.

"Don't worry." Gabriel said. "I'll put it back in a moment."

"You better." Sam warned. "You know what?"

"Hm?" Gabriel hummed.

"How about Cas tells the story and you fill in your details when we get to it?" Sam suggested.

Gabriel pouted. "Fine. Only because I think this'll be hilarious."

Cas cleared his throat. "First things first, people over exaggerate the story behind this and completely misinterpret it. Christmas is a pagan holiday that evolved into the birthing of Christ over the years."

"Way to make it sound meaningful, Cas." Dean smirked.

The corners of Cas's mouth turned up slightly at the remark.

"Joseph stood beside his wife in the hay, comforting her as she contracted in labor. Although it was painful and unsanitary, Mary endured through the pain. When I say unsanitary, I mean unsanitary. She was thrashing in painful labor for hours in a barn. There was hay all up in h-" Cas spoke before being tackled by Dean.

Dean had pounced on Cas pushing him to a lying position with a hand over his mouth. "Too much detail, Cas. We don't need to know what kind of STD's she caught from the horses."

Dean crawled off Cas and returned to an upright position. "Carry on."

"There were actually very few shepards there to witness the birthing if the Christ because they weren't given enough prior notice to get within the general vicinity in the right amount if time. If they were alone, many more might have shown, but they had many sheep to also tend to. The star that was over the manger was actually not a star, though." Cas continued.

"What was it then?" Sam asked.

"What you fools thought was a star, was actually an angel. An angel that you know quite well in fact." Cas answered.

"You were the star?!" Dean exclaimed in awe.

"Don't be an idiot, Dean. I am a soldier. I was talking about Anna. It was when she was younger, before she joined the soldiers. I was always meant to be a soldier." Cas replied.

"Oh." Dean muttered. "Cool, I guess."

"As dawn approached, the messiah was finally born into this world. This day was a day if great rejoice and the start of a new chapter in the story of this civilization." Cas finished. "But all this started with the Virgin, or not so virgin, Mary."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"That's my cue." Gabriel chimed. "Mary was not actually a Virgin. Joseph wishes. Just about every Shepard in the country had tapped that fine piece of ass."

"Gabriel." Cas scolded. "You're talking about the mother of Jesus here. Our step-mother. Have some respect."

Gabriel stuck out his tongue at Cas before continuing. "When I told her she was pregnant, do you know what she said?"

"What?" Dean asked holding back laughter.

"I know. I'm two months late." Gabriel sneered. "Her face when I told her that she was actually pregnant with the son of God was priceless!"

The others laughed.

"I was trying not to break down in front of her in the floor, more so the dirt, but you know." Gabriel added. "So we pretended she was a virgin. For her sake."

"And then it transitions through a very typical pregnancy into my story." Cas finished.

"Well that was an interesting take on Christmas." Sam mused. "I'll be sure to pass on the story of your legacy."

"I don't see why you're all interested in this Jesus mess anyways. I'm in Christmas for the free stuff!" Gabriel said.

"See?" Dean turned to the others.

"Seriously, Gabriel?" Sam scoffed. "You can't see why?"

"No." Gabriel answered, "it's sort of illogical."

"We have an archangel sitting under our coffee table. Dean and I have met more angels than we can remember and we're all friends with one. Can you not see how we'd tie religion into this?" Sam laughed. "The amount of times that God brought us back to life is amazing on its own."

"I like free stuff." Gabriel replied.

Dean gave him a high five.

"You two are idiots." Sam mumbled.

"So." Gabriel leaned back over to Charlie. "What about you and me get a drink later?"

"I'd love that!" Charlie smiled. "If it's cyanide."

"You mean you're not interested? In an archangel?" Gabriel scoffed.

"Nope." Charlie laughed. "Had you going there for a while though, didn't I?"

"You're mean." Gabriel pouted.

Dean laughed at the scene before him. "Nice Charlie, nice."

Charlie smiled back at him and nodded. "Thank you."

"You're all cruel." Gabriel muttered.

"Try Sam. He doesn't like to hurt people's feelings. I'm sure he'd go out with you." Dean sneered.

Gabriel turned to Sam.

"No." Sam smiled.

"Enjoy your doucheyness." Gabriel said. "I have porn stars to meet."

"Ew." Sam muttered as Gabriel flew off.

"Well, that was an interesting turn of events." Dean retorted.

"Is anything ever normal with Gabriel, Dean?" Sam snickered.

"You do realize that he left our table on the ceiling, right?" Kevin asked.

All the others looked up at the coffee table.

"I recommend stepping back." Cas said.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Becuase this might not end well." Cas answered.

"What might not end well?" Dean asked.

"Getting the table off the ceiling." Cas replied.

The others stood up and walked a few feet away. Cas stared up at the table, obviously concentrating hard at it. After a moment, the table and Christmas tree were back on the ground. The only thing different was that the legs were somehow flipped during the move, so the table was now royally upside down.

"Close enough." Dean laughed.

"This is why we can't have good things." Sam said.

"Then why am I in the room?" Dean smirked.

"Becuase you live here." Cas answered.

Everyone chuckled at the remark.

After everyone had exchanged gifts, and been forced to put on their sweaters, Dean decided it was time to eat.

"What's on the menu, waiter?" Charlie asked in a posh tone

"For dinner, we have salisbury steak, hamburgers, mini pizza, fish filets, and burritos." Dean replied playing along.

"Pizza sounds exquisite." She commented. "I'll take a pizza. What would you like to eat?"

"I would like a burger." Cas said. "I like red meat."

"We all know that, Cas." Dean laughed. "Sam?"

"I'll take some fish, sir." Sam replied.

"And I'll have a burrito." Kevin finished.

"I'll be back with your orders in about three minutes." Dean smiled as he walked off into the kitchen.

Dean sat back down next to Cas with a pile of plastic trays in his arms. He set them on the table and they all pulled out their meal.

"Aren't I a good chef?" Dean smirked as he took a bite of his burger.

"I wouldn't know." Cas answered. "You did not cook these, you only unthawed them."

Dean shook his head in mock disappointment. "You hurt my feelings. It takes a lot of talent to microwave meals this well."

"I can tell." Sam nodded. "I mean, you could still use some practice. My fish is still cold."

"Shut up." Dean retorted. "These are like 50 year old microwaves remember."

"Sure..." Sam sneered. "Blame the microwave."

"My burger turned out just fine." Cas added. "And so did everyone else's meals."

"Rub it in, Cas." Sam chuckled.

"What I'm saying here is that don't you find it a bit odd that yours was the only one undercooked. Do you think that maybe Dean purposely undercooked it?" Cas asked.

"Dammit, Cas." Dean muttered. "Damn you and your awkwardly smart deduction skills."

"How did you even make that sentence?" Sam laughed. "And you undercooked my fish on purpose didn't you?"

Dean sheepishly smiled.

"You're an idiot." Sam said as he leaned over Cas and hit Dean in the face with his partially solid fish patty.

"Ow. Who the fuck hits someone with a fish?" Dean asked, but then burst out laughing when he remembered Cas hit him with a fish just the other day.

"I do." Sam sneered as he put the fish back in his try and walked off to the kitchen.

"Bitch." Dean laughed.

"Jerk."

After they'd eaten dinner, Dean went into the kitchen and rummaged around for a bit.

"What are you looking for?" Sam called behind him.

"You'll see!" Dean yelled back.

"Am I going to need a fire extinguisher?" Sam asked.

"I hope not." Dean laughed.

"If I do, I'm going to be all over your ass!" Sam replied.

After a few moments, Dean emerged with a few boxes of pie. "Apple, Cherry, Rhubarb."

"Of course you got pie." Sam retorted.

"Of course I did!" Dean exclaimed. "Besides the free stuff, that's the part of Christmas I love!"

"I swear..." Sam muttered. "Pie and free stuff is all you think about."

"Pie is beautiful!" Dean proclaimed. "Don't try to tell me different."

"I know I couldn't convince you if I tried." Sam laughed.

"You got that right." Dean said.

"Did you ever finish arranging that Christmas CD?" Sam asked turning to Kevin.

"Indeed I did." Kevin smiled. "I have a little surprise with it, too."

"Great." Sam replied.

"I'll be right back." Kevin walked off to his room.

Kevin reentered the living area with a disco ball and a stereo in his hands.

"Kevin. It's Christmas songs. Why would we need a disco ball?" Sam asked.

"Because Dean is a musical genius." Kevin answered slyly.

"Oh God." Sam sighed.

Dean chuckled darkly as Kevin stuck the disco ball onto the ceiling and turned it on. Kevin hit play and turned the stereo on. Immediately a guitar riff started playing.

"There are Christmas songs?" Sam scoffed.

"Just wait..." Kevin smirked.

As soon as Kevin spoke, the music immediately started getting louder and faster and became a recognizable song.

"Silent night, everybody." Kevin smiled as a rock singer started singing the lyrics to a fast paced drum beat.

"Dean has ruined you, Kevin." Sam said.

Dean and Kevin both laughed.

"That's my boy." Dean smirked.

"Maybe being bad isn't such a bad thing." Kevin added.

Sam sighed. "You two are hopeless."

"At least he's not into dubtrip or whatever it is." Dean replied.

"You mean dubstep?" Sam snorted.

"Yeah. That stuff." Dean sneered. "It's not even real music."

Dean's phone's text tone went off on the coffee table.

"Dean, you have a text." Cas said as he reached for the phone, his face falling as he saw the screen. "I can respond if you like."

"Sure. Who is it?" Dean replied.

"It's Paige. She wants to know when you can come over." Cas answered.

"Oh. I can answer that." Dean smiled as he took the phone from Cas, who was secretly watching the screen.

When can you come over?

How about tomorrow night?

That'll work. What time?

I can be there by 8.

That's great. See you then.

Dean locked his phone and put it back in his pocket.

"Who's that?" Cas asked.

"Oh, just a friend." Dean answered.

Cas nodded as he heard the picture message tone go off. Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket at looked at it. He beamed with glee as he opened the photo. Cas heard the trash can sound as Dean deleted whatever photo he had been looking at. Cas's thoughts were reeling trying to figure out what was transpiring, but he tried to push it to the back of his mind.

"The night's still young, guys." Dean smiled.

"Dean. It's almost eleven." Sam said with a bitchface.

"Well sorry." Dean rolled his eyes. "I just thought you might want to indulge in this very festive scenery before I tear it down tomorrow."

"Guess you have a point. I know you and that's the first thing you're going to do when you wake up, isn't it?" Sam laughed.

"Yes!" Charlie exclaimed mentally. "One more hour that I can try and get Dean's phone. I need to know what he's hiding."

"You know it, baby brother." Dean smirked.

"So what exactly should we do for the next hour? We've already done most holiday activities wouldn't you say?" Sam asked.

"Sure, but who says we have to be festive?" Dean smiled.

"Oh gosh." Sam sighed.

"Why don't we do something we haven't done in a long time?" Dean asked.

"Like?" Sam asked.

"Like watch a football game or something. That's something normal guys do, right?" Dean laughed.

"I guess we could do that." Sam replied.

"Don't forget the food!" Dean chimed.

"Food?" Sam asked.

"What's a football game without food?" Dean asked.

"What kind of food?" Sam asked.

"Chips and salsa!" Dean exclaimed.

"Chips and salsa?" Sam scoffed. "Where will you get that?"

"Under my bed." Dean replied sheepishly.

"That's...just..." Sam began. "I have no words."

"Don't worry. It's all packaged." Dean smirked as he sped off to go get the food.

Dean opened the chips and dumped them into a couple bowls and mixed together the salsa in a smaller bowl. He flipped through the channels until he found a football game.

"Gather 'round, friends!" Dean called sitting back down on the couch.

"What are we doing?" Kevin asked.

"Something normal!" Dean exclaimed, gesturing towards the football game.

"Football?" Kevin mused. "I can roll with that."

"Good." Dean nodded dipping a chip in salsa. "Hopefully this game makes sense to one of us here."

Sam laughed. "You didn't think not knowing jack about football might make this a little weird?"

Dean shrugged. "It's a normal male plus Charlie bonding activity isn't it? I don't know how sitting around a TV watching muscular men in tights jump on each other builds friendships, but whatever."

Charlie burst out laughing at Dean. "I have never heard football described like that before!"

"Well, I'm kind of awesome like that." Dean smiled. "I tell things how I see them."

"Dean. Most guys enjoy football and bond over it. We bond over stabbing people in the chest with a knife." Sam said.

"You guys are so fucked up!" Charlie laughed.

"And proud, sister." Dean smirked.

"You're proud about everything." Sam retorted.

"And with good reason." Dean replied. "Have you seen me. I'm smoking."

"No, Dean." Cas said confused. "You are in so sense smoking or on fire."

"Wow." Dean rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the update."

Dean gave Cas's hand a quick squeeze, but felt a little hurt, when Cas didn't respond and only pulled his hand away, reaching for some nachos.

Charlie smiled to herself with Glee. "Hey, Dean. Can I look something up on your phone? Mine's dead."

"Sure." Dean tossed Charlie his phone, unlocking it first.

Charlie immediately navigated through the apps until she found his photos. She opened it up to see a photo of Dean and Cas lying in the snow someplace. It must've been taken the other day because when Cas brought Dean back to the bunker, they had snow on them. She swiped to the next photo and saw Cas running into the water in a beach under the moonlight.

"Is that the Maldives?" She asked herself. "Something is going on here."

She continued to look at the next photo. It was the photo of he and Cas on Mount Everest from his lock screen. Right before she swiped to the next photo, she was interrupted.

Sam glanced over at Charlie to see what she was searching. He tensed as he saw her sliding through Dean's photos. She was going to see something she shouldn't. He tapped her on the shoulder.

"I think you hit the wrong button." Sam smiled. "This one's the internet."

Sam took the phone and closed out of the photos app. He opened up the internet and passed it back to her.

"Thanks, Sam. I was wondering why I was seeing random photos." She laughed. "Dammit. Something's off. You don't just randomly take your best friend to Mount Everest or to the Maldives."

She pretended to look something up and threw Dean his phone after a few minutes. "Thanks."

"No problem." Dean smiled, pocketing his phone, returning his gaze to the TV screen. "This makes no sense."

"I agree." Sam muttered.

"I do not understand the majority of human past times." Cas added.

Dean laughed at smiled down at him. "You'll adjust sometime. You'll join the dark side eventually."

"I do not see what is so dark about it." Cas said confused.

"It's a movie reference." Dean replied. "Which holy shit – you haven't seen Star Wars yet. I am totally duct taping you to a chair and making you watch that tomorrow."

"The bondage would not be necessary, Dean. I would watch it willingly." Cas stated.

Dean half smiled at Cas before muttering something very quietly. "Did you think that maybe I'd tie you up for my enjoyment?"

"The thought had never crossed my mind, no." Cas answered equally as quiet.

Dean chuckled lightly, returning to the stupid game on the television. As the game came to a close, Sam began pouring the chips bag into the bag and put a lid on the salsa. As soon as it was over, Sam put the salsa in the fridge and handed the chips back to Dean.

"Don't get ants in your room. This place would be difficult to explain to pest control." Sam retorted.

"Shut up." Dean laughed as he twisted the bag shut.

Dean walked off down to Cas's room and shoved the chips under the bed.

"Are you sure that keeping food under the bed is completely sanitary?" Cas asked.

"Nope." Dean answered. "And I don't really care either."

"I figured as much." Cas replied bluntly.

"It's a personality flaw." Dean smiled.

"You have no flaws in my eyes, Dean." Cas said.

Dean flipped the light switch off and pulled up the covers. Cas laid with his back towards Dean, facing the wall that he'd stared at so often when they had been having problems. Dean still faced towards Cas and wrapped his arms around Cas's chest, only for the notion to go without reciprocation. Dean frowned in the dark, but sighed and let it go.

A/N: Well, writing this chap took way longer than I'd planned it to, but hey, it's finally here. I went through pain to write this. My dad made me go to bed at like ten the other night, so I wrote the first 2300 words of this on my iPod. That was really, really, really, tedious. Interesting, or at least semi-interesting, plot developments to come. I hope they're interesting at least. :P

On a funny note though...Last night I had a dream where I wanted to sell my soul to Crowley for artistic talent. I mean, I went through with the whole dealing things out and the kissing part and everything. I don't know why, but I guess my soul credit card was maxed out, because it didn't work. lol wut? I think that's enough watching Supernatural for today...