**Time skip sponsored by: Christmas Morning at the McClain house**
"Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeith!" Lance shouts in Keith's ear shaking him awake. "Keith wake up! It's Christmas." he sings. Keith pulls a pillow over the side of his head to drown out the sound.
"Lance can't you just let me sleep in one Christmas. Just once." Keith mumbles. Lance jumps out of bed and pulls on his ankle.
"Come on! I wanna see the tree, let's wake up Cas and Dean! Come on come on come on!" Lance pulls him off the bed with a thud.
"Can you just calm down?" Keith throws his pillow at Lance. "Maybe they want to sleep." Lance throws the pillow back.
"Then they better learn, because this is what happens on Christmas morning in the McClain house hold." Lance proclaims.
"Lance, this isn't your house." Keith says throwing the pillow at his face and anything else he can find on the floor with him.
"As long as I live here it is!" Lance says jumping on the bed to avoid Keith wrath. Keith stands up an evil gleam in his eye. "Ok Keith, let's think about this." Lance holds up his hands eyes suddenly widen with fear.
A scream echoes through the house and Dean jolts awake. Grabbing his gun from under his pillow, he slips out his door and over to Lance's and Keith's, ready to gank whatever got in their house. He stiff arms the door open and jumps inside. "Who's killing who and what still needs to die?"
"KEITH!" Lance screams scrambling under the bad and out the other side. Keith jumps over the bed and shoves the pillow in his face.
"Eat it Lance. That's what you get." Keith says aggressively
Dean slowly lowers the gun. "Should've known you were making each other scream." he grumbles. "It's like two star porn." He turns and walks back out. "Don't let me interrupt."
"No! Dean! Save me!" Lance tries to escape Keith's grasp and somehow stumbles out the door ahead of Dean.
"Come back here you scumbag, I wanted to sleep in." Keith shouts standing up and pointing after him
Dean shakes his head. "I really don't even know what to say right now, other than BACK THE HELL OFF EACH OTHER!" He folds his arms and glares. He really does strike an impressive figure, gun tucked into his waistband, still shirtless, making his muscles pretty obvious, the morning sunlight gleaming off his bare skin.
"Hey I didn't do nothing." Lance calls from the family room. Keith glares.
"Anything." he corrects. They can almost hear Lance roll his eyes. "Anyway, let's go see the tree since were up." Keith suggests.
Dean nods. "If you're done being a grammar Nazi, sure." He turns and shouts, "Cas! Get your lazy ass outta bed! They wanna give you presents and shit!"
Cas comes out the door with an adorable bed head and heads to the living room with Keith and Dean.
Lance, Cas, and Keith all group around the tree, looking at the pile of presents. Dean sits down on the couch a little removed and says, "Damn you guys are popular."
"This one's for you." Lance tosses one over to him as Keith and Cas both grab one that's addressed to them and start to peel the wrapping off of it. Lance grabs one for himself but watches out of the corner of his eye to see what Dean does.
For a second, Dean stares at the box. He's itching to pull out the salt and holy water, but he knows now is not the time. He's supposed to be trying to do better. And the fact that there's one there for him at all, well, that's gotta be a sign or something. He carefully peals the paper back and opens the box, pulling out a book, the title Supernatural across the cover. For a second, he stares. Then just starts laughing. "Son of a bitch." he gasps.
"What?" Keith asks trying to look at the book he's holding. "What is it?" he asks again.
Dean slides the book out of sight. "No way in hell are any of you ever reading this. It's Chuck's book. He was… different, and he somehow knew about everything that was going on with Sammy and me, and he wrote it into a book. There's way to much about my thoughts in there, it's too personal, no reading. We stopped him from writing any more after I went to hell for a reason."
"Awe, ok." Keith falls back on his heels. "Hey this one's for you too." Keith picks one up and hands it to him. Cas, Keith, and Lance sit and watch him open it.
"Another one?" he asks. "Really?" He pulls the paper off and opens the box. Inside is a pie. With a knife through it. Apple pie. He looks up in surprise. "Thank you. I didn't think I was gonna get anything."
"You know, I'm just gonna start making a pile for you." Lance says stacking three gifts next to him. "Oh here's one for Keith." he tosses it to him and adds three more to Deans pile.
Keith opens it happily and pulls out a hippo plushie holding a knife, "sweet." he says. "I love it." he says setting it between his legs. "Where's one for Cas?" he asks, Lance pulls one out of the pile and hands it to Cas.
Cas opens the little box to find a badge shaped like a bee. Best Guardian Angel Ever it proudly proclaims. He holds it up to the light, then smiles at Dean. "Thanks. I'm glad you think so." At least somebody did.
"Dean you open another one." Lance tosses him one.
Dean catches it, staring at the small pile. "There's seriously a whole damn pile? For me? I'm not worth that-" he pauses. Shit, he did it again. "I mean, um… nope, no way to save that one, just pretend I didn't say anything." He shakes the box experimentally. "It's not gonna jump out and eat my face, right?" Lance laughs.
"No, it's not, go on." he says as he add a few more to the 'Dean' pile he finds one addressed to him and waits for Dean to open his before he open his own.
He pulls out a black leather jacket with Kansas stitched across the back.
"I thought you'd like it." Cas says. "Since you were born there. And you like the band. They wrote Carry on Wayward Son, right?"
Dean nods. "Son of a bitch, thanks." He puts the jacket on, somehow looking amazing shirtless in jeans and a leather jacket, while most people would've looked like a complete dork.
Lance then goes to open his, he slowly peels back the paper knowing how it will drive them all crazy. Keith gives him a look and Lance chuckles before ripping it off the rest of the way, he opens the box and pulls out a small lion plushie. "Oh my jolly ranchers this is the cutest thing I have ever held in my hands." Lance cradles the small lion to his chest. "Thank you Keith, thank you thank you thank you!"
"Ok, now this one is for Cas, from me." Keith says handing one to Cas.
Cas grins and pulls back the paper excitedly. He pulls out a giant bumble bee plushie and literally squeaks. He hugs it tight, crushing it against his chest. "It's name is Bartleby. That was the name of the first bumble bee." Lance lets out a cute awe placing his hands over his heart before he shoves a small thin squishy gift into Keith's arms.
"Open it." he almost shouts, Lance knew exactly what it was and was bouncing in his seat as Keith opened it. He lifts the fabric revealing a large T-shirt. Half of it Blue half of it red. On the front was printed, the bonding shirt. Keith looked at it for a long time. "I mean, I was gonna admit I remembered on Christmas, but it came up before then, I had ordered this a while ago, before we met Dean and Cas. and I've been waiting."
"You realize this is three times my size right?" Keith says letting it fall into his lap. Lance smiles even bigger and scoots over next to him taking the shirt and quickly putting it over both of their heads.
"That's cause it's for both of us!" Lance squeals excitedly. "I saw it on pinterest and just had to do it ya' know?" Keith looks at him with a blank face.
"No Lance I wouldn't know. You know why? Because I don't know what pinterest is."
"Maybe it's a porn site. Like MySpace." Dean says.
"Dean, that's not a porn site either." Cas says exasperatedly.
"But why else would it be called MySpace?" Dean argues.
"Don't ask me." Cas shrugs. Lance shrugs as well and Keith finally puts his arm thought his assigned arm hole.
"Ok, who's next, Dean?" Keith puts them back on track. Lance picks up a gift from his pile with his feet and tosses it to him rather professionally. He has had practice throwing things with his feet. Don't ask.
"You're like a monkey." Dean says, pulling the present open. Man, who knew Christmas morning could be happy? Just… happy?
He pulls out a vinyl copy of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. He stares at it for five seconds before saying, "You've. Got. To. Be. Shitting. Me."
"Is that good or bad?" Lance asks slightly worried.
"What do you think?" Dean asks, still staring at the album. "You get me a vinyl copy of Dark Side of the Moon, and you need to ask whether that's good or bad? Where's your culture?"
"Well I mean I thought you would like it but I don't know, you could have something against it maybe, I mean how would I know?" Lance rambles slipping out of the shirt leaving it baggie around Keith's body. "Do you like it or not?"
"Like it? Like it? I damn well love it. And Keith, for the record, you look like I used to when I was a teenager in that shirt. Except, y'know, mine were supposed to fit." He laughs shaking his head. "Man, this is a great present." Lance lets out a sigh of relief.
"Ok good. Hey, look this one's for me." Lance picks one up. "Here you open one at the same time that way you'll get through yours faster." Lance says tossing him one. Lance starts to open it, but when Dean realizes it's the one he put under the tree yesterday he stops opening his so he can watch lance. Lance pulls off the paper and lifts the blue lion hoodie out of his lap. "Oh my god." Lance mutters.
"That's the one he stood in the snow for two hours for." Cas says. "It wasn't in yet, and he wanted to wait."
"Cas, shut up." Dean hisses. He likes to do nice things for people, but he's not used to being acknowledged for it. It makes him uncomfortable."
"Oh my god thank you so much Dean! This is so cool!" Lance puts it on over his sleep shirt and hugs himself in it. "It's so cozy!"
Dean smiles. "Don't thank me, you deserve it." He's trying to say thank you for last night without saying it, and he's hoping Lance gets it. Lance grins a happy smile at him and continues to cuddle inside the hoodie.
"Ok Dean, your turn, finish unwrapping that one." Lance says
Dean pulls out a hunting knife and smiles again, but the smile's different this time. It's a little more wicked. "I know exactly what I'm gonna do with this."
"Welp, I'm scared who's next?" Keith says pulling both arms inside the big shirt he was still wearing but this time he also pulled his knees into it so only his head was poking out the top.
"How about you Cas, this one is from Dean." Lance hands one to Cas.
Cas smiles at Dean. "Thank you." He pulls it open and finds a little painting. It's of an angel alighting peacefully on top of a tree. And not just any angel. Him. He looks up at Dean, shocked. "Did you make this?"
Dean flushes and mumbles, "Yeah."
Cas holds it up to look at it more closely. It almost looks real, like the little angel might just fly off the page. "I didn't know you were an artist."
"I'm not." Dean mumbles. "It's not that good. I just thought you might like it."
"It's super cool Dean, really good." Keith says. Lance nods in agreement.
"Oh, Keith I have another one for you." Lance pulls out a gift for Keith and tries to hand it to him. But Keith no longer has arms. "Keith, you'll have to take your arms out to open it."
"Fine." he grumbles and pushes his arms out, he takes the gift and opens it, inside the box is a, "seriously, a princes hat?" Keith grumbles looking at the tall pointy pink fluffy hat. Out of the top was a two foot long piece of tulle.
"Read it." Lance says pointing to it. And sure enough on the front of the hat was 'EMO PRINCESS' in all caps and black letters.
"Wow, lance." Keith rolls his eyes. "Thanks."
"Your welcome." Lance smiles at him, even though he knows Keith was being sarcastic. As soon as Keith put his arms back into the shirt, Lance reached over and put it on his head. And Keith is to lazy to take it off, so it stays.
Dean tries not to laugh, but it isn't really working. "That is the best thing I've ever seen." he says.
"It's Lance's turn for a present." Cas says, trying to restore calm. He pulls a box out of the pocket of his ever-present trench coat and hands it to Lance.
"Wow thanks pal." Lance says before even opening it. Lance can sense the importance of the gift and he looks at it lovingly for a moment. He then starts to peel back the layer of paper. Underneath is the familiar packaging for a deck of cards. But this was different.
The usual diamonds and hearts and numbers aren't there. Instead there are angel wings and lions and knives and ghosts. And instead of kings and queens and jacks and jokers, there's Lance and Keith and Dean and Cas, and instead of Aces, there's an odd symbol that looks like someone took the first letters of each of their names and linked them together. Each card is painstakingly hand painted.
"Wow." Lance breaths as he looks through the card again and again. "This is so cool, like, I just, I don't even have words for this, it's incredible, thank you man." lance says with a grin plastered across his face. "I have one more thing for you too." Lance reaches behind him and grabs a box and hands it to him "here you go."
Cas opens the box and stares at these bee wings that you put on your back, like a Halloween costume. "That's… I don't even…" He pulls them out and puts them on. "I love them." His face is shining as he turns to Lance. "I've got wings again." lance's face splits open in an even bigger grin.
"If you smile any bigger, I swear your face is gonna fall in two." Keith says plainly and they all laugh. None of them could have asked for a better Christmas.
**Time skip brought to you by: real plot now**
well, plot after this chapter, the next one is the beginning of something tragic, get ready everybody, and bring those tissues. -Sam