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Merry Christmas to all Destiel shippers out there, I love you all! ❄

“Come
on, Cas… I’ve got something to show you.”

Dean
impatiently pulls Castiel along, leading him through the halls of the bunker,
afraid that he’ll chicken out if he doesn’t get this show on the road right now. It’s Christmas Eve, and
neither of them are actually drunk, but they are both pleasantly buzzed. Truth
be told, there’s just enough alcohol in Dean’s system for him to not lose the
courage to do what he’s been planning to do all day.

Their
shoulders bump as they walk, Dean’s hand loosely grasping Castiel’s wrist. The
angel doesn’t seem to mind, and Dean considers that a good start. He’s going to
do this. He can do this. Because if he
doesn’t do it now, he probably never will.

When they
reach Dean’s room, Dean tugs his friend inside and firmly closes the door
behind them. He sits on the edge of the bed, patting the empty space beside him
to invite Cas to follow his example. Cas does, with a gentle smile and a hint
of curiosity in those big blue eyes. God, Dean is such a sucker for those eyes;
the look Cas gives him is going to make this either more difficult or -if Dean’s
shitty luck takes a day off for once-, a bit easier.

Now that
they’re both sitting here in their ugly Christmas sweaters (Donna had decided
to knit one for everyone, and Sam had
insisted that it would be rude not to wear them tonight), Dean realizes how
utterly ridiculous his plan probably is. And this whole situation for that
matter.

Yet,
somewhere in some hidden corner of his being he gathers the strength to blurt
out what he’d been dying to say all day.

“So
yeah, Cas… About that other Christmas present that I mentioned earlier, the
one I’d rather give you in private…” Dean clears his throat, stalling, deep
down afraid of Castiel’s reaction.

But Cas’
eyes light up as he clearly remembers that promise, and it encourages Dean to
keep going.

“I
just… It’s something I kinda wanted to give you for a long time, but you can
totally say no if it’s… if it’s not something you want.”

Cas looks
confused now, and Dean’s voice fails to offer any more words. And so Dean
points to the ceiling, hoping that the message will come across without him
having to say it out loud. To let Cas know what he wants, Dean Winchester
style.

Playing
along immediately, Castiel tilts his head and follows Dean gaze, slowly blinking
at the mistletoe that’s hanging right over their heads, there were Dean had put
it up earlier that day when he’d come up with plan ’finally-confess-those-feelings-to-Cas’.

There’s a
long silence, during which Dean feels his heart sink to his stomach, afraid
that he ruined everything. And on freaking Christmas Eve, nonetheless. Stupid,
stupid Dean.

But then he
feels a warm hand on the side of his neck. And another one on his knee. And the
second he actually lowers his gaze to look at Cas, soft lips are already
crashing into Dean’s with so much eagerness that it instantly makes Dean giddy.
He kisses back without a second thought, pulling Cas as close as physically
possible. When they’re both out of breath they slow down, taking turns, pressing
butterfly kisses to each other’s lips. After a while, they’re just resting
their foreheads together, neither of them talking.

Dean’s thankful for the not talking part. He prefers actions, and he’s glad that Cas gets it.
The two of them have a special way of talking, one that they can both
understand without saying a word.

The only words
that Cas gives him are “Merry
Christmas, Dean”, and Dean enthusiastically says them back.