OK It started to snow where i live, so this is what happens. I hate the snow, but i love the fluffy ideas i get from it. ...:3

Disclaimer: Damn you Eric Kripke. I hope your kids don't share anything with you. Boo. you whore.

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Mistletoe.

"Tell me what this is Dean." Castiel said as he held up the tiny plant with few too many fragrances.

"I've already told you Cas. Its called mistletoe. Its gonna help us catch this dumb pagan bitch." Dean sighed. "Why do the goulies always have to come out before Christmas?" Awkward silence permeated the air, but Dean shrugged and when on his marry way of putting up the holly berry and thistle plant.

"hey Cas, Do angels celebrate Christmas upstairs?" Castiel tilted his head slightly at the question but proceeded to answer. "We celebrate always in Heaven. So yes, but not the way you do. You have a much more…materialistic way of celebrating."

Dean nodded. "I know what you mean. I need another piece of that junk Cas." The angel sighed as he lifted the plant to the hunter. "Promise me something Cas." Castiel nodded and answer quickly. "Yes anything." Dean thought for a moment.."Before you go and do your angel stuff again, will you think about sitting down and having a Christmas thing with me and Sammy. I know its dumb b-"

"Of course Dean. If that's what you want." Castiel said, affection dripping from his voice.

"Yeah it is actually." Dean smiled as he looked at his angel. Sam had chosen to barge through the door right then and had actually listened to some of their conversation.

"ALLLL I WANNNT FOOOR CHRISTMAAAASSS…ISSSS YOOOOUUUU!" Sam bellowed knowing it would irritate his brother. "I'm warning you Sam. You better watch it this Christmas, or I'll draw a devils trap right under the mistletoe and throw you and Meg in it."

Sam stopped laughing immediately. All was quiet except for Castiel, who was chuckling so adorably in Deans opinion. "That would be most unpleasant." Said Cas.

"If you did that Dean I'd just do the same to you. Except with holy oil and another someone." Sam said wiggling his eye brows suggestively.

"I don't understand…please enlighten me." The angel chimed in. Sam snorted. "Your call Dean, you tell him or I will." Dean turned to glare at his brother who's face had gotten even more smug since he walked into their shared motel.

"UGH! Fine!….Uh...Cas, this is awkward so I'm just going to say it. Some time ago some one started this tradition that if you stand with someone under the mistletoe this means that those same two people...have to kiss." Dean finished looking exasperated.

Castiel's face was downcast as he tried to fight off the red, hotness that was filling his cheeks.

Castiel mumbled something, but it was illegible.

"Speak up McGee. What?" Dean asked curiousness enveloping him.

"Does this 'tradition' always happen?" Cas asked a little louder this time.

"Yes Cas, Every time two people are under the dumb thing. Dean watched as castiel took his left hand out of his pocket and pointed up at the ceiling. It had went unnoticed, until now that is. The littlest piece of thistle he's ever seen, along with a single holly berry. It was barely being held onto by the abandoned hook on the ceiling, which obviously used for a Christmas tree covered in mistletoe.

"Holy hell." Dean said as he climbed down from the latter, still looking up in disbelief.

"Well would you look at that." Sam said with a little too much amusement in his voice. "Wouldn't want to break tradition now would we Dean?"

They both looked back at Castiel who had his eyes still planted to the floor, picking at the loose strings on the over coat he was always seen in. Even though he would never admit it, Dean thought Castiel looked so edible right now.

"Dean…its fine. I know you want to. I'm okay with it." Sam whispered to Dean as he even more quietly made himself scarce.

"Castiel…"

"Yes De-" Dean had crushed his lips to Castiel's, grabbed the collar of his over coat and pulled the angel flush against him. The poor thing was so surprised that he let out a gasp then moaned, from both shock and pleasure. Dean nipped at the angels bottom lip, chin, then followed Cas' hard jaw line down to the soft part of his neck. Dean then suck his teeth into Castiel's pulse point, and he felt the angel buck into him.

The noise Castiel made was sinful, but Dean couldn't stop. The hunter walked the angel backward until his back was pressed into the nearest wall and continued his assault on Castiel's throat. The angel was panting now and even if he had wanted to, I don't think Castiel could have stopped the broken moan Dean drew from him. "Ah..Ah!" Castiel bared his neck to Dean, completely giving all control to Dean and the sound that Dean made was pure animal. The older Winchester growled as he tangled his fingers through already disheveled raven hair. Leaving the angels neck to go to his ear, he let himself catch his breath for a minute, loving the control he had over Castiel.

Castiel could feel each hot breath and it was driving him crazy, having Dean panting in his ear was making him itch with want and need. He couldn't stand it. Castiel then put both hand on each side of Deans face, and guided him into a sweet kiss. They finally pulled back and stared at one another, before the angel leaned and rested his heads on Dean's shoulder. "I think I liked this tradition of humans Dean...are there others?" Dean sighed, and kissed the angel again.

What had he gotten himself into?