Secret Santa

Last Minute

Last minute

"Don't tell me!" I beg.

"We don't sell autographed albums." The woman says.

"I will pay 5,000!" I don't carry the money, but I have it.

"I'm sorry, try amazon!" She says.

"I need it by tonight!" I'm at the verge of crying. I wait two days before Christmas to buy the gift.

"Amazon prime?" She offers.

"i don't-wait there's an amazon prime!" I smile.

"Yes for last minute buyer's like yourself!"

"Thanks!" I yell into the phone. I throw my phone on my bed, i throw it hard that it hits the wall. I'll worry about that later.

I go to my desk and open my laptop. I take a seat and begin putting my password. My phone rings, a groan coming from my mouth as i go grab it. My phone continues to ring, i answer it last ring.

"Hello?" I ask out of breath.

"I'm outside your house." Castiel says.

"No, no, no!" I shake my head.

"It's not like your father hates me." He chuckles.

"It's not a good time." I bite my lip. I type amazon prime on the search tab.

"I'm ringing the bell!"

The bell rings. I groan, i have to type fast.

"Castiel!" I whine.

"Have i ever told you i like when my girl begs." He chuckles again. I roll my eyes and search for Beatles autographed albums. I get a match, i sigh in relief. I order it, put my credit card information.

"You're mom answered the door!" Castiel warns.

"Cas! I'm begging you not today!" I bite my lips nervous. A link pops up if I want it overnight delivered by signing up for amazon prime. I click yes, i type more information. And there, overnight shipping.

I close my computer, getting up from the chair. I collapse on my bed, growing a headache with all the stress. I forgot all about my phone, where did I leave it.

"This is a perfect time!" I feel weight on my back and teeth on my neck.

"I don't know!" i smile, i turn around. Castiel smirks, kissing me. His hands go to my jeans, pulling them down.

"I think otherwise!" He whispers.

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"What was that noise?" My mom asks. I sit on the counter, Castiel roams through the refrigerator.

"Pillow fight." I answer.

"Mhm." My mom raises her eyebrow. She doesn't believe, I don't blame her. "What is your family doing for Christmas Eve and Christmas?" My mom asks Castiel.

"Tomorrow, she'll be busy shopping for more gifts." Castiel still has his head in the fridge. "Christmas Eve night she's having a party. It'll be lame, so can I hang out here?" He asks.

"No, we have to go to Jamie's place!" I shake my head. "She wants us by 11pm, have our gifts ready."

"Crap, I forgot! Fuck, I have to go!" Castiel shuts the fridge, taking my jar of pickles. "Bye!" He pecks my lips.

"My pickle!" I frown.

"I'll bring the jar back, don't worry!" He says. I watch him leave my house.

"He has an appetite like you!" My mom winks.

"Don't call me fat!" I narrow my eyes at her.

"Sweetheart, thick!" She smirks.

"Haha!" I stick my tongue at her.