White Christmas (Destiel)

V: Hallelujah

Dean walked around the entire party looking for Sam. But he was nowhere to be found. So, Dean checked the crowd for the next best thing: Eileen. There she was, dancing with Charlie and Stevie. Dean pushed through the crowd. Cas noticed this and followed. "Eileen," Dean said, tapping her shoulder. "Where's Sam?" She pointed near the bathroom. "Thank you," he signed. Sam had taught Dean some ASL for when she would come over. Man did it come in handy. Dean sprinted down the hallway all the way to the bathroom closest to the party. He banged on the door. "I'm almost done," Sam said on the other side of the door. Sam's jaw clenched when he opened the door to see his brother and an angel standing there waiting for him. A nervous chuckle escaped his lips. "Hey, Dean. Cas. What's up?" 

Dean glared at the tall man. "Cas," he said, not breaking the glare. "I need to talk to Sam alone, please." Cas looked at Sam then Dean. "Okay. When you're ready to talk, come find me."

As they waited for the angel to be gone completely, Sam thought he could see the smoke coming out of his brother's ears. "What were you thinking?!" Dean said angrily. "That mistletoe wasn't underneath us when we first moved over there, and that kiss just ruined our friendship!" Sam sighed. "Dean, it didn't ruin your friendship. It made it something better." Dean rolled his eyes. "No, Sam. It didn't. I know Cas is mad that we even had to do that. I'm pretty sure he's into that girl at the shop we went to anyways. There's no way he's ever gonna want to talk to me ever again without things being weird."

Sam's jaw dropped. "No way you're being serious right now." Dean raised an eyebrow. "There's no way that you believe that Cas is into that girl. Or any girl in general." Dean shrugged. "He seemed pretty interested in her when we went there. I don't know why he didn't invite he-"

It had finally clicked into Dean's mind. "He didn't invite her because he's not into her, is he?" Sam shook his head. "And he's not going to go out with any girl that asks him out, is he?" Sam nodded again. "It's because he's gay, isn't it?" Sam nodded once more. "That makes a lot more sense now," Dean said, staring at the floor. "Cas has tried to let you know, but every time it's pointless because you still try to hook him up with some barista or encourage him to go after the women that flirt with him," Sam said. "I think after a while he just gave up." 

Wow. Dean didn't know that Cas was trying to tell him who he really was. With the way that Dean had grown up, expressing that kind of emotion didn't really click in his brain. Of course Dean knew Queer people existed, but when it came to anyone trying to express how they felt towards him, it was so hard to catch on. 

"Do you think he's mad at me?" Dean asked, worried. "I think you need to clear things up with him." Sam responded. "I think that if you explain to him how you felt and what you didn't realize what Cas was trying to tell you, it could really clear up all the smoke in your minds." Dean nodded. "Yeah, I'll do that. Thanks, Sam." Dean went to walk away, but then stopped. 

"By the way," he said, turning back to face Sam. "How did you get that mistletoe over our heads? it wasn't there when we left the bar." Sam shrugged, but Dean noticed in the bathroom there was a mistletoe tied to a string that was tied to a stick. A chuckle forced its way out of Dean's mouth as he shook his head. "I'll see you later."

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For the rest of the party, Dean looked for Cas but couldn't find him. Right as he was about to give up and everyone had gone home, he found the angel passed out in the corner of the library. Dean smiled and bent down. "Cas," he said, shaking the angel gently. "Cas, wake up." The angel let out a soft snore. "C'mon, Cas. Wake up. The party's over." Cas opened his eyes just enough to see the man standing above him. "Party's over?" Dean nodded. "Oh. Okay then." As he stood up, he almost fell down, due to the alcohol he consumed during the party. "Woah," Dean said, catching him. "Someone had too much to drink. You need to sleep. C'mon, I'll take you to your room.

Dean walked Castiel to his room and helped him under the covers. Within five minutes of warmth, the angel had fallen asleep. Dean smiled at the scene of this. Even though Cas didn't sleep often, it was nice to see him be in a restful piece of mind. Dean sighed and silently exited the room. As he walked to his room, he heard noises in the library. "Sam?" There he was; Sam had a broom in one hand, and a trash bag in the other. "Sam, what are you doing?" 

The younger Winchester looked up, sleepiness in his eyes. "What does it look like? I don't want to clean this up in the morning," he said. "Do you need some help," Dean asked, walking towards him. "No, I just need to finish up this last bit. I'll see you in the morning."

Dean watched as Sam bent over to pick up a plastic cup, nearly vomiting. He shrugged his shoulders, knowing that it might be best if he does in fact go to bed. So with that, Dean walked down to his bedroom and went to bed. And man, did he need it.

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"Guys," Claire yelled at the top of her lungs. "Guys, you might wanna come look at this!"

One by one, each person woke up and followed the sound of Claire's voice. "Claire, what's going on?" Kaia asked. "Yeah," Sam said. "I was hoping to get another hour of sleep." She pointed at the door. "It won't open, and it's super cold." Dean walked over and grabbed the handle. He opened the door and snow came pouring in. When he poked his head out, all he could see was white. "Shit," he said. "We're snowed in."

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