Dean watched as the tow headed tot began rooting around under the tree. John strode in wearing a flannel bathrobe and scooped the little boy up in his arms. It was a happy version of John before the tragedy. He cuddled with Dean as the tot giggled and struggled to avoid getting a smooch.

Mary walked in wearing a long nightgown with a distinct little bulge underneath. Adult Dean gasped then clasped his hand over his mouth.

Castiel assured him that they wouldn't be seen or heard.

A hot tear slid down Deans cheek, "Mom is pregnant with Sammy…I remember this Christmas," he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, "it was the best one. Cas, can we go inside so I can hear their voices again?"

They appeared unseen and watched as the three opened gifts. Little Dean got new Match Box cars and a big teddy bear along with boring things like new socks. It was a lean Christmas but it was still the absolute best in both tot Dean and big Dean's mind.

Everything was going well until little Dean turned and stared straight at them, his green eyes growing to the size of saucers. "Mommy there is an Angel and a guy standing there!"

Mary stared right at them but didn't see or hear a thing. "Honey, you're just imagining it, right John?" John squinted then walked over checking for cold spots and found none.

"Dean I'm sure your just all worked up over the excitement that Santa was here."

Little Dean frowned and crossed his arms, "I'm not a fibber."

Dean whispered to Castiel, "Now what, did we alter the future?"

The Angel rolled his eyes, "Dean, this isn't a movie where you step on a butterfly and then dinosaurs rule the Earth."

Dean walked up to his father and tried to hug him but his arms went right through. Then he tried with Mary and failed again, in frustration he said loudly hoping they could hear, "I love you guys and I miss you so much." He broke down crying but when he turned to Castiel there was a smile on his face, "Thank you Cas, this was really awesome. To see them…hear them again; it was the chance of a lifetime."

Little Dean stood in front of Dean and said in a high, sweet voice, "Don't cry, it's Christmas. Santa won't forget you."

Dean looked down at himself and felt sorry for the little boy because Santa did forget Dean and then Sam every Christmas after that and so did their father.

The little boy turned to Castiel next, "I can see your wings. Are you my Guardian Angel? You have pretty blue eyes. Is your name Clarence?"

Castiel crouched down and addressed the precocious tot, "If you can see my wings then you are very special indeed. Thank you for the compliment on my blue eyes, my friend also says the very same thing. My name is Castiel, not Clarence."

He kissed little Dean on the forehead, "In a way, I am your Guardian Angel. Now you will take a nap and forget all about us."

The toddler yawned and stretched, "No I won't." He crawled up on the couch, curled into a ball and fell asleep.

Castiels heart went out to the tender version of Dean before death touched his heart. "Dean, you were a sweet child."

"Yeah I was pretty cute."

"No, you were not just cute…you were innocent."

Dean looked down at what he was wearing, "And just look at me now."

Castiel plucked the ignored mistletoe out of his waistband and held it above his head, "Look Dean."

Dean looked up, "Is that from the bush outside?"

"No, it's mistletoe."

"Huh…hey do you think there are any leather bars around here, not that I'm gay or anything but why waste a good outfit right?"

Dean swayed his hips back and forth to make the chains jingle. He wiggled his eyebrows at Castiel who gave in and decided to make the side trip. The Angel hoped that things might heat up between them if Dean was in a place he felt comfortable.

Dean took one last look at his parents, "Are you sure I can't hug them?"

"No, I'm sorry."

…..

It was the 80's and with it came the music and fashion. Dean got a laugh at the guys crowding the bar and dance floor at the Man Cave. It was bad enough the neon sign for the club was a dancing hotdog wearing a miner's helmet. Dean didn't know what to do first, comment on the weird clothes or really bad hair.

"So Cas, is this like Vegas?"

"I don't understand the question."

Dean nudged him, "You know…what happens in the 80s stays in the 80's."

Dean jumped when someone pinched his ass, "Ow! Cas, these guys keep grabbing my butt. Aren't you going to defend my honor?" Dean snickered after he said it.

Castiel stalked over to the pervert that stood a head taller than him, he stabbed a finger into the mountain of a man's chest and growled, "Do you see that well formed human over there?"

The man patted Castiel on the head, "I sure do little fella, he looks like a huge slut. Maybe I'll lay a few feet of pipe right in that bubble butt of his and then I'll come back and bang your tiny ass."

The Angel grabbed the hand that patted his head and pinched Dean's ass and broke a finger. The man howled in pain but he didn't have time to react as Castiel dragged him to the door and rolled him out like a bowling ball right into a snow bank.

Dean followed them out now curious to see what was happening. Cas grabbed both butt cheeks and squeezed until Dean was sure he would have bruises. "This is MY man and if anyone else touches him they will have me to contend with!"

Dean had never heard Castiel talk that way, it was a total turn on. Of course there were only a few people in the parking lot so it had little effect but that didn't matter. Dean realized he did have a Guardian Angel and he looked damn good in leather.

The Hunter tossed his arms around Castiel and nuzzled his ear, "That was really hot, are you my little Daddy?"

Castiel squeezed his butt again to be sure Dean felt the ownership, "No one touches you but me…ever."

Dean clarified that, "Well, as long as we are in the 80's. Once we get back things go back to normal…whatever normal is for us. But in the meantime let's have some fun."

Dean let out a loud whoop, dragged Castiel back in the bar and ordered two shots of whiskey, "Screw the mistletoe." He downed the shots then bent Cas over and planted and big smooch on his lips. "Let's dance baby, I can really gay it up here and not be gay at all!"

That made no sense to Castiel but he went with it hoping Dean would be very, very gay in the 80's.

…

Dean was grinding against Castiel as "Maneater" boomed from the speakers. The song was perfect because Castiel wanted to eat a man very badly, the one working a boner against his ass. All eyes were on the couple in the leather and chains, they assumed the big one was the top but that couldn't be further from the truth.

Despite all the terrible hair and clothing, Dean noticed lots of yummy treats but not one held a candle to the Angel in his arms. Dean figured they could mess around and act like nothing happened once they got back, keeping his hetero status firmly intact.

Castiel had enough teasing; he pulled away and crooked his finger, "Follow me."

Dean followed like a hungry dog after a ham bone. The Angel brought him to the handicap stall in the bathroom and pushed him inside. He had watched quite a bit of internet porn just hoping to do sexual things with Dean someday. Castiel slammed him against the wall, pinned his wrists and pressed a poorly executed kiss on the Hunters mouth. He broke the kiss with a loud smack, "There, how was that Dean?"

Dean wrapped a leg around his waist and started to hump him, "More…come on Angel give me more sugar."

Someone pounded on the door and yelled, "I gotta drop a deuce!"

Castiel swung his fist back and punched the door off the hinges; he tossed Dean over his shoulder and carried him out of the bar while smacking him on the ass. "I learned this move from a movie titled, "Misbehavin' Bitches". Remember what you said Dean, what happens in the 80's stays in the 80's."

Dean struggled, "Hey put me down, I'm not a boy toy and I'm not letting any guy tap my keg!"

There was a brilliant flash of light and before he knew it Dean was dropped unceremoniously onto a mattress in a sleazy motel. "Wow Cas, way to romance a guy. You couldn't have sprung for a better room?"

Now the Angel felt unsure, "I'm sorry Dean, everything I know I learned from internet pornography and none of it is very romantic. Tell me what to do and I will do it."

Dean kicked off a boot and ran his toes over the Angels bulge, "That's ok babe, just wing it. I'm pretty kinky and I sure like you being the boss."

Castiel pressed his crotch against the wandering foot and let out a whimper. "Alright Dean, I'll take charge of you." He slid the thickest chain from his waist and bound the Hunter to the headboard.

Dean was practically panting from the anticipation of a night with his not so secret crush, "Oh yeah Cas, I am sooo bad."

A grandfather clock appeared at the end of the bed and started chiming loudly.

Dean twisted on the mattress like a demented fish moaning for contact.

Castiel checked the time, "I'm sorry Dean, we have to go because I have something else very important to show you."

…..

They appeared outside a rundown motel, the kind with more rats than guests. Dean frowned at the ugly neon sign that said, "Wandering Pines, the P was flickering and that triggered a memory for Dean.

"I don't want to see this Cas…take me home."

"No, you need to."

Dean stepped up to the dirty window and looked inside. There was John passed out drunk on one bed and on the other sat eight year old Dean with little Sam sharing a box of dry, off brand cereal and a bottle of cola while they watched a rinky dink TV.

There were half burned out Christmas lights wrapped around a plastic palm plant in the corner. Dean had stolen them in an attempt to make the room look festive for Christmas.

Dean whispered to Cas, "Could we go in, I want to hear little Sammy's voice."

"No Dean, he might see us and young Dean might remember."

Sam was leaning against his big brother and both were watching, "It's a Wonderful Life". The tot pointed to the TV and looked up at Dean, "Do Angels really get their wings when a bell rings?"

"Yeah, sure Sammy, it's a fact."

His hazel eyes grew along with his dimpled smile, "Cool."

Dean turned away from the window and he was not only crying he was pissed, "What is this supposed to show me, that my dad was a friggin' drunk and that he couldn't be bothered to get Sammy a gift?"

Castiel made him turn and look again, "It shows how you took a bleak moment in time and made it magical for Sam. You knew it was lousy but Sam only had that moment to base his feelings on and to him it was perfect. He had soda, cereal, Christmas lights and a nice movie to watch with his big brother. You were his hero. Dean, you forgot to remember the good parts of this night."

Dean collapsed against the Angel and begged him, "I want to go home…please." Dean felt wings wrap snuggly around him and when his eyes opened he was back in the bunker. The first thing he did was go check on Sam. His big, little brother was sprawled out on the bed sound asleep and Dean had to resist the urge to tuck him in.

Dean stood there looking down at his sweet face twist up from a nightmare. Dean smoothed his hair off his sweaty brow and whispered, "It's ok Sammy." His brother relaxed and his breathing turned to normal.

Dean went back to his own room and crawled under the covers. Eventually he fell asleep. A few hours later the grandfather clock was back chiming louder than ever, Dean bolted up and looked around.

The corner of the room was glowing, and there was Castiel dressed very merry indeed with a wreath of holly around his head and a long crimson robe made of fine wool. The trim was white as snow and soft to the touch. Upon his feet were tall, black leather boots. The Angel wore a cheery smile on his face and sported a full, dark beard.

Dean jumped out of bed oblivious to his nudity and pointed to Castiel, "Wowee! What an outfit, you look like a toned, hot version of Santa!"

Castiel fished out a note card and read out loud, "Come in, - come in and know me better, man! I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. Look upon me! You have never seen the likes of me before!"

Dean took a step back, "Oh no…I remember this part, you don't have a couple little staving kids under that robe do you? That part always creeped me out in the movie."

"Dean, why would I have children under my robe? That sounds so very wrong on many levels."

Dean quickly walked forward and pulled the robe open, Castiel was naked underneath, "Gross, put on some underwear."

The Angel was indignant, "You changed your tune from the 80's when you wanted my underwear off."

Dean was still admiring the Angel's junk, "I don't know what you're talking about. So do I get a nifty outfit like this?"

Dean was magically dressed the same as Castiel, "Awesome. So the Ghost of Christmas Present is all feasting, drinking and making merry. I think I'll like this."

Castiel stood, robe open and hands on his hips, "Dean Winchester, take a hold of me and we shall be on our way." He rolled his eyes down toward his crotch, "Grab anything Dean."

"Um…I think I'm supposed to grab the sleeve of your robe but what the hell," he reached out and grabbed the Angels penis, "Ready."

TBC