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29. Create own special holiday
'Fantastic,' Dean thought sullenly. The snow softly falling outside their window and the many different coloured flashes of light all pointed to a very obvious conclusion: it was Christmas. But Dean hadn't celebrated Christmas since he was fourteen, with the one before he went to Hell being the only exception. And now that his angel was road-tripping with him and they weren't under any pressure to save the world, Cas was going to expect them to celebrate Christmas. And Dean didn't do Christmas.
"What's wrong, Dean?" Cas said, twisting to look up at Dean from where he was wrapped loosely in Dean's arms. "I can tell that something is troubling you."
Dean shifted.
"Nothing."
Cas gave him a Look.
"Dean –"
"Nothing's up! Just leave it!"
Dean turned over, his back turned to a bewildered-looking Cas. Guilt bubbled in his stomach but at the same time, this was easier than explaining yet another way he was fucked up and having to bear Cas' disappointed look at not getting to celebrate his half-brother's assigned birthday (because yeah, Jesus Christ was technically Cas' half-brother).
The next morning, Dean's Christmas started off with him waking to an empty bed. Something leaden seemed to settle in his stomach and he ripped the covers off himself and stormed into the tiny, filthy bathroom for a shower. But Cas must've had a shower before him because after a few minutes of fiddling with the taps, he had to accept that lukewarm water was the best he was going to get out of this crappy place.
"Great," he muttered. "Merry fucking Christmas to me."
When he skulked out of the bathroom and saw Cas standing there, his mood plummeted even further and he glowered.
"What?" he snapped. "Gonna get me to talk about my feelings again? Just leave me alone!"
Cas' face immediately darkened. Placing a container down on the bed carefully, he then stormed up to Dean and shoved him back into the wall.
"What is your problem, Dean?" the angel hissed. "I have done nothing to warrant this treatment from you. I know that something is wrong and I will not release you until you tell me."
Dean raised an eyebrow challengingly. Cas' scowl deepened and he curled his fingers around Dean's shoulders and pressed him harder into the wall. Dean wished that he'd put some pants on because an assertive angel was definitely a major turn-on and it was showing.
"Fine. You wanna hear about how I'm so fucked up that I can't even give you a Christmas? You're a 'holy angel', so of course you're gonna want to celebrate it. And I can't just sit down and play happy families because that's not my thing. So there. Have at me, Cas."
Cas just stared at him.
"Of all the – Dean, haven't we spoken about talking to each other?"
Dean just shrugged uncomfortably.
"I could not care less about Christmas. It's not even Jesus Christ's real birthday! How could you possibly think that I would force you to celebrate a grossly commercialised holiday if you did not want to?"
Dean looked away, his jaw set. Great. Now he'd pissed Cas off and created a huge situation out of nothing and Cas probably hated him and wanted nothing to do with his sorry, broken ass –
"I just wish that you'd talk to me, Dean. Many of our disagreements start because we keep things to ourselves and do not talk to each other."
Dean made a strange noise. Cas growled and then leaned in and fiercely attacked his lips.
"I was going to wait before giving you the second part of your Christmas present," Cas muttered. "But you've forced my hand, Dean."
Before Dean could say anything, Cas nipped at the pulse in his throat and began to suck a hickey. Dean groaned and closed his eyes and it wasn't long before Cas latched on to one of his nipples and tweaked it between his teeth.
"Caaaaaasssss….what're you doing…"
"I propose that we forget about Christmas and celebrate our own holiday. You don't need to worry, Dean. I couldn't care less about it if you don't want it."
Dean opened his mouth to say something at the same time that Cas wrapped his pink lips around his dick. A choked sound escaped his throat and he could feel Cas actually fucking smile before taking him all the way in, his dick bumping the back of Cas' throat.
"Fuck, Cas!"
Unable to help himself, he thrust shallowly into Cas' mouth. Cas reached up and wrapped strong hands around his waist, pinning him to the wall as he worked his magic on Dean's dick. It wasn't long before heat began to pool in his stomach and, sweating and panting and writhing, all Dean could do was tangle his fingers in Cas' hair and tug sharply.
"Cas…Cas…oh, God…keep going, angel…"
When Cas flicked his tongue into Dean's slit, he lost it and came with a loud howl. His knees suddenly jelly-like and weak, he slumped against the wall and Cas swiftly climbed to his feet and pulled Dean into a hug.
"I love you, Dean." He kissed Dean, who growled weakly upon tasting himself on Cas' lips. "Next time something is bothering you, just tell me."
"'Kay," Dean slurred, gripping Cas around the neck and pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips.
"Now, come and enjoy the pie that I got for you and then you can 'fuck me' if you wish."
Dean made a strangled sound and pulled Cas in for a deep kiss.
"You're the best, angel."
Cas smiled at the praise.
"I know."
