Oneshots.

holiday blackout (destiel)

christmas is the time to be with the people you love. and frankly, dean couldn't have asked for anything more.

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Dean used to think the sound of rain on a rooftop was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. He loved it. The way it trickled down, the way it always seemed to lull him to sleep at night like a lullaby.

He was wrong.

He snuggled up closer to Cas, arms and legs tangled together. Dean's bed was incredibly warm from the two bodies that were inhabiting it, but the air was so cold.

"Hi," Castiel mumbled into Dean's ear, low and sweet.

He was wong.

The sound of the rain was nothing compared to Cas's gravelly voice. That was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

"Why is it so cold?" Dean whined, squeezing Cas even tighter - as if that was even possible. "The lights went out as soon as the temperature outside reached a considerably frigid degree." 

"Sonofabitch." Dean mumbled, his mouth buried in Cas's shoulder so the words hadn't come out properly. "The power must be out. That means we have to get up and start a fire before we freeze to death."

"I don't like your use of the word 'we' in this situation."

Cas grudgingly allowed Dean to pull him out of bed, and despite Cas's indifference to Dean putting on pants, they both walked out of the bedroom fully clothed.

Castiel watched Dean, in awe when the logs began to shoot up red-hot flames.

The couple held onto each other like their lives depended on it. Dean had made somewhat of a nest with heavy blankets that the two of them laid on top of, using the fire and each other for heat.

"I called Sam," Dean says. "The power's out all over town. And judging from the noises coming from the phone,"  He crinkles his face up in disgust. "Your brother is keeping him very warm."

Cas chuckled. They were an unlikely pair - Sam and Gabe. But then again, who were Cas and Dean to judge?

"You know what we need?" 

"What?" 

"Hot chocolate."

"Dean, I may not know all the workings of your electricity, but I think heated candy requires a functioning stove."

"You're such a downer." Dean mumbles, allowing his fingers to brush over the fabric of Cas's shirt. A shirt Dean suddenly wished he could rip off and add to the fire, leaving only skin in its place. "Just magic us some. Or better yet, eggnog. I bet you're a cute drunk."

"Dean, I'd rather not get intoxicated on our first Christmas together."

"I would."

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Dean learned something that Christmas, Cas was a cute drunk.

Cas learned something too. It didn't take very much eggnog for Dean's pants to come off.