The rumble of the engine outside made Sam shoot up out of his chair. Mary aimed a confused look at her son but then continued reading.

'Mom. They're here. Cas and Dean are here and they're going to be in the same house,' Sam all but squealed.

'Mhm,' Mary hummed, secretly smiling.

Sam grinned and reached to grab a small wrapped plant clipping from the side table. He ran over to the front door, standing behind it with his arm raised high in the air. The sound of his brother's voice reached his ears and he heard the key slide in the lock. Dean jumped back upon seeing Sam in his way.

'Oh, Sammy that's just great, you know you're really fuck- hold on.'

Sam's smile widened and he quirked an eyebrow, daring Dean not to verbally acknowledge the mistletoe.

'You were saying?' Sam asked sweetly. Castiel peeked out from behind Dean and stared at the mistletoe.

'Really, Sam, really?' Dean hissed.

The younger Winchester simply shrugged. 'Hey, you know the rules, man.' Sam puckered up his lips and made small kissing sounds, not missing the blush rising on Castiel's cheeks.

'Sam, I'm not kissing you.'

'Not me! Castiel! You want Dean to kiss you, don't you, Cas?'

Castiel looked uncomfortable with the sudden attention but proceeded to plaster on a fake cocky expression. 'Well, those are the rules, Dean.'

Dean reddened slightly and Sam barely contained his screech of happiness. Dean turned around and stared at Cas. Sam imagined he was silently asking the other boy if it was okay. As Dean leaned in, Sam shouted in protest. 'No, no, no, no, no! Dean! I need to see both of you!'

Dean turned around and fixed his brother with a glare. He then guided Cas so both boys allowed Sam to have a side view.

Hesitantly, Dean leaned in again and closed his eyes. The kiss was small, close mouthed and short lived, cut off by the click of a camera. Dean drew back. 'Sam what the- wait, mom?!'

Sam turned around to look at his mother. Her arms were lifted and aiming an expensive looking camera at Dean and Castiel.

'You boys look so… cute,' she declared, looking back at the picture. Dean groaned and buried his face in his hands. Castiel placed a hand on his friend's bicep, a comforting gesture.

'I need a copy of that to give to Jo!'

'No! There is no way in hell you're giving that to Jo!'

Sam noticed Castiel flinch slightly at Dean's reaction.

'Why shouldn't I give it to Jo?'

'Because…' Dean paused, thinking about the phrasing of his words. He decided to shake his head and load the conversation topic onto his guest rather than the photograph. 'Mom, this is Cas.'

'Hello,' Castiel murmured, looking down and avoiding Mary's gaze.

Mary stepped forward and pulled Castiel into a loving hug. Cas jumped but returned the gesture hesitantly. 'Well you seem like a lovely young man.'

'Um, thank you,' Cas mumbled into Mary's shirt. Dean laughed at his friend and pried his mother off him.

'So, there was a promise of pie?'

Mary rolled her eyes but made her way to the kitchen.

'Dude, quit staring at him,' Dean chastised, hitting Sam round the back of the head and effectively wiping the doe eyed look off his brother's face. Sam frowned and rubbed the now throbbing spot.

'Ow, jerk.'

'Bitch. Now piss off, would'ya?'

'Dean,' Castiel muttered, scowling.

'What?'

Castiel sighed and dragged Dean away from his brother and up the stairs.

'Thanks, Cas!' Sam called before bouncing off to the kitchen.

'Your brother is… energetic.'

Dean chuckled. 'Yeah, he sure is… Uh, sorry about the mistletoe thing.'

'I didn't mind at all,' Castiel responded instantly. Dean stopped and stared at Cas, breath hitching as he winked.

'Well, it's not like you could refuse the Winchester charm anyways, huh.'

'No, I suppose not.' Castiel smiled and then directed his attention to the door in front of them. 'Is this your room?'

'Yep.' Dean swallowed loudly before pushing the door open. 'It's not much… well, it's nowhere near as awesome as yours but it's… something, I guess.' He scratched the back of his neck as he always did when he was anxious.

'I like it.'

'You do?'

Cas nodded and began to make his way around the room, running his hand over the wood of the desk and the soft sheets on the bed.

'So, sleeping… arrangements,' Dean coughed, still scratching the back of his neck. Before he could register what was happening, Cas' hand was covering his and dislodging his nails from the skin on his neck.

'If you carry on doing that, you'll scratch it raw.'

Dean stared wide eyed at Castiel. 'Oh… sorry.'

'Why are you nervous?'

'I don't know.'

Cas tilted his head to the side and searched the other boy's face. 'Hm.'

'Hm?'

'Hm.'

Their eyes stayed locked before they both began to laugh.

'Okay,' Dean tittered. 'So, there's pie downstairs.'

Castiel groaned. 'Will I ever be able to keep your attention on me when there's pie involved?' The mock frustration in Castiel's voice made Dean laugh again.

'It depends. Maybe if it was you covered in pie I'd pay more attention?' Dean's confidence faded out of his words towards the end as it dawned on him that that thought was actually a very real fantasy.

'I'll keep that in mind.'

With a steady glance at Dean, Cas left the room and made his way towards the smell of Mary Winchester's baking.

'I'm so fucking screwed,' Dean ground out under his breath before following the object of his desires.

This chapter is set on the day before Christmas Eve so the holidays start on the 20th. This can be subject to change if anyone reading this knows when the Christmas holidays start? I'm really sorry, I'm rather limited in my knowledge of American term dates and such. Also, I'm sorry for any cheesiness in this chapter.