"Sammy! Dean! Wake up!" Beth shouted, running into the hallway between the boys rooms.
Sam burst to his feet, immediately alert. "Beth?! What's wrong?!" He asked, moving toward his small girlfriend.
"Nothing's wrong!" She grinned hugely. "It's Christmas Sammy!"
Sam looked confused for a moment, then a smile spread over his face as he comprehended. Beth threw herself into his arms, and he held her tightly for a moment.
"What's going on?" Dean asked huskily, rubbing his eyes as he came out of his room to see a disgruntled Beck with messy hair and a huge black hoodie standing beside the ecstatic Sam and Beth.
"Little miss sunshine over here decided to wake me up from my first good sleep in weeks for some reason." Beck growled, palmin a strand of hair from her face.
"It's Christmas!" Beth shouted again. "We have to go have breakfast and open presents!"
"You do that. I'm going back to bed." Beck yawned.
"Not a chance, grouchy." Beth said, grabbing Sam's and Beck's hands and running toward the kitchen.
Dean started to back away, but Beck clung to his sleeve as she was dragged away.
"You don't get out of this either, pretty boy." She said as Dean groaned tiredly.
When they reached the kitchen, Sam and Beth began to prepare a Christmas breakfast: toaster waffles and stale coffee with a side of slightly mushy strawberries.
Meanwhile Dean stood in the door way, Beck leaning her forehead against his shoulder in exhaustion.
"Food's ready!" Beth said, moving the plates to the table and gesturing to Beck and Dean to come. "Wait!" She said after they were all settled. "We need Castiel!"
Beck looked up at the mention of her friend, a bite of waffle halfway to her mouth.
"Did you call me?" The angel said suddenly from behind Beth.
"Cas!" Beth cried, hugging him suddenly. He looked a little bewildered, but returned the embrace. Over the top of Beth's head, Cas gave Beck a big smile, returned through a mouthful of food.
Dean's hand settled on Beck's thigh as he watched Cas.
"Jealous." Beck whispered with a smirk.
"Always, princess." Dean gave her a side eye.
Beck shook her head, then went back to her waffles.
"Want some waffles Cas?" Beth asked.
"No thanks Elisabeth. They taste like molecules." Cas replied matter of factly, sitting down across from Dean.
Beth looked a little confused, but set down the plate of waffles.
After they'd finished eating, Beth dragged them all into the library, where Dean collapsed onto the couch with Beck, who dropped her legs into his lap.
"I'll be right back." Beth said, running from the room, her purple pajamas swishing around her feet. Sam smiled as he watched her go.
Beth came back a moment later, holding an armful of wrapped packages. She handed one each to Sam, Dean, Beck, and Cas, who each pulled a collection of packages from who knows where.
Beth went first, because she couldn't stand to wait. She'd received a lavender pen from Beck, a deck of cards from a bar from Dean, a book of fish photos from Cas (Beth had once said she loved goldfish, and Castile had simply misunderstood). From Sam she received a sterling silver locket with a picture of the two of them.
Castiel went next, despite his confusion. Dean had given him a Charlie's Angels logo keychain, Sam gave him a tie clip, Beth gave him a purple polka dotted tie (the couple had collaborated on their gifts) and Beck gave him a t-shirt reading 'My Other Car is My Wings'.
Beth insisted that Sam go next. Castiel, Beck, and Dean had all went in together to give Sam a new laptop, which he was ecstatic about. Beth gave him a sparkly hairbrush, which he would treasure even more than the laptop.
Dean went after, because Beck was insistent on not being given gifts. Sam had given Dean an entire three cases of beer, Cas gifted him a long hunting knife, Beth gave him a thick pair of socks (he was always complaining about cold feet in the morning). Beck gave him a full set of Metallica records, and a box of secondhand Journey tapes. She got a kiss for that.
Beck went last, after being literally pinned down by Dean as she tried to escape the room.
Castiel gave her a book of old British poetry, which she loves, from Sam she received a new set of headphones, from Beth a black leather jacket. Dean gave her a shotgun with her initials engraved into it.
The rest of the day disappeared in a rush of board games and snacks and tickle fights and Christmas movies being drowned out by laughter and (only slightly drunken) joking. When night fell, Castiel had disappeared and the four remaining were back in the library, sprawled over the floor and couch.
Beth lay on the floor, her head resting on Sam's stomach as he twisted his fingers through her hair. Beck sat in the corner of the couch with Dean's head on her lap, as she followed Sam's lead and carded her fingers through his thick hair.
"Merry Christmas, family." Beth whispered into the peaceful calm.
"Merry Christmas." came muttered replies.
