"Sam Winchester if I find you in here one more time you're not getting any!"
His lover laughed, his towering build shaking as he scrambled out of the kitchen, a cookie in his hand.
"Come on, you made like fifty!"
"And there'll be only four left if you keep that up."
Sam huffed good naturedly and munched on his cookie, slipping back into the kitchen when he was done. "So, uh, Dean…"
He quickly held up his hands in surrender when his brother raised the spoon that was mixing the cookie dough menacingly. "Can't I ice the ones you've already made?"
Dean narrowed his eyes at him but handed over a tray, passing the tubes of cookie icing. "Don't eat any," he said, knowing damn well Sam was going to eat as much as he could without making a big difference.
He turned back to the dough, continuing to mix, and was feeding Sam some of it when there was the flutter of wings. "Hey, Cas."
"Hello Dean, Sam." Cas squinted, looking in confusion was Sam licked the dough off of Dean's thumb. "Is that not supposed to be baked first?"
"Tastes better like this," the younger Winchester said, smacking his lips and reaching out for the bowl.
"So you can get salmonella and we get three cookies out of this whole bowl? Get back to icing." Dean whacked Sam gently on the knuckles with the spoon and began rolling out the dough.
Sam pouted and began squeezing red icing onto a cookie, a special one for Dean. He smiled slightly to himself as he drew a miniature penis on it and hit it below some greaseproof paper before looking up at Cas. When he saw the angel, Castiel had his back to them, looking at the decorations around the bunker.
Sam grinned and whispered over at Dean, who looked up. He raised an eyebrow and Sam nodded towards Cas. Dean glanced over and grinned back at Sam. The two went over to the unsuspecting angel and simultaneously kissed him on either cheek.
Castiel blinked and looked at them in confusion. "Why did you-" Dean pointed above him.
"Mistletoe, Cas."
The brothers both gave him wide smiles and walked into the kitchen to finish their cookies. When Dean turned around from putting the tray in the over, he leaned against the counter, a smile tugging at his lips. Both Sam and Cas were hunched over the counter, eyebrows furrowed in heavy concentration as they decorated the cookies.
Dean walked over, standing behind Sam, and put his hands on his shoulders, leaning down to kiss his lover on the temple. "These look great, you two," he commented, reaching out to sample a cookie with a Christmas tree on it.
"Don't touch!" He jumped when Sam smacked his hand away. "Not till they're done."
"Well, see who doesn't want anyone taking the cookies now," Dean laughed, squeezing Sam's shoulders.
He grabbed up a tube of red icing, sitting beside them and beginning to help them decorate the cookies. Halfway through, Sam began chuckling.
"What?" asked Castiel, looking up from a cookie that seemed to be nothing more than numerous circles in white icing.
"Dean… he made like a million cookies… there's only two of us and you don't even eat. What the hell are we going to do with these?"
Dean shrugged. "Wrap them up and give them away to homeless people?" he suggested.
"That's a very good idea," Castiel said, tilting his head.
"Yeah… it is…" Sam mused, considering it. "Let's do it."
"Seriously?" Dean raised his eyebrow at the hunter and the angel.
"Why not? We can't eat all of it, and better than it spoiling or something," Sam said, getting up as the timer went off to get the last tray of cookies out.
They decorated the rest then Dean made three mugs of hot chocolate, spraying them with whipped cream. Castiel looked at his mug in confusion.
"Dean, I don't eat your food."
"Just try it Cas, you'll like it," Sam coaxed.
Castiel sighed but drank the warm drink slowly, blinking in surprise. Before Dean or Sam could say anything, he tipped back the entire mug and drank the whole thing.
"That is a very enjoyable drink," he stated, setting it down and wiping the whipped cream off of his nose.
Dean snorted. "Yeah Cas, it's pretty enjoyable. Come on, we're gonna watch a movie."
"I must go."
"Where?" Sam asked.
He sighed. "Gabriel told me to meet him, he said we were going to have fun." He looked at the Winchesters uncertainly. "Do you think Gabriel would do anything –"
"Have fun, Cas!" the boys cried, chuckling. Castiel sighed again, looking nervous, and was gone with a flutter of wings.
Dean grabbed a plate of cookies and picked up his mug, nudging Sam on his way out. "Come on."
Sam went to follow him, but stopped. "Oh! I almost forgot." He retrieved Dean's cookie from under the wax paper and held it out to him. "Specially made," he said, a shit eating grin on his face.
Dean stared at the cookie before rummaging in the plate and pulling out a cookie from the very bottom. "Dude." Sam burst out laughing as Dean held up a cookie decorated with a green penis and snatched it, following him to the couch.
The brothers curled up close to each other on the couch, kept warm by a blanket, sipping their hot chocolate and licking the whipped cream off of each others' noses. Dean fed Sam a cookie, leaning forward and kissing him softly.
"Merry Christmas, baby boy."
"Merry Christmas," Sam responded, kissing him back and nuzzling his face into Dean's neck. "I love you, Dean."
"Love you too, Sammy."
When Castiel returned, he found the boys asleep on the couch, limbs tangled with each other. He fixed the blanket, which had slipped off, back over them and switched off the television which had end credits rolling on the screen. He sat down on a chair and watched over his two favourite humans as the night passed.
As he reached up to scratch his head, his hand came down covered in pink glitter. He sighed, watching his sparkling hand.
"Oh Gabriel…"