Destiel Christmas

26/12

26th December

Cas woke up in bed alone and after fifteen minutes he felt ready to wander downstairs to find his husband.

In the kitchen he was greeted by a sleepy Dean munching on toast. The sat in a comfortable silence as they ate their breakfasts. Dean excised himself to shower and kissed Cas's cheek as he went.

While he was upstairs Cas washed the dishes, humming to himself. He liked boxing day because it was a day for being lazy with the one you loved. His and Dean's usual boxing days consisted of nothing but over dosing on chocolate and bad movies.

He was presently surprised when Dean stopped him from putting on his joggy bottoms and told him to wrap up warm.

Without letting on where they were going Dean bundled them into the impala and they drove.

On their first date all those years ago, Dean had taken Cas for a picnic in a forest. It was pretty romantic, probably the most he has ever been. The snow had fallen and he had bought every blanket he owned for the trip. They has sat in the impala looking out over the view eating sausage rolls and eclairs and sipping tea. That's what he had planned to do again.

At some point Cas caught on and smiled fondly. "I had wanted to take you hear on our actual anniversary but it hadn't snowed and that just somehow felt wrong." He explained.

When they arrived they lowed the seat and spread out. They huddled together under a mountain of blankets with tea in one hand and a sausage roll in the other.

They reminisced about their ten years of being together and their years of friendship before that. All that time had flown by, filled with adventures and each other. That's how they wanted their future to be too.

Neither realised how late it was until he light started to fade. They had been sat for hours, cozy and content. There was no where in the whole world either wanted to be.

Cas took Dean's cheeks in his hands and kissed him. They made out like two teenagers in the back of the impala, awkwardly trying to find a way that wouldn't give one of them cramp. They giggled their way through their kisses until it was almost too dark to see anything.

Awkwardly, and without light, they cleaned up the impala and sorted out the bench before turning on the engine and heading home.

"Thank you," Cas whispered into his blankets, "You're adorable Dean winchester." Dean went to deny the fact when Cas interrupted him "I swear if you even dare to tell me that's not true I may have to divorce you." And with that Dean turned on the radio and they listened to led zeppelin for the rest of the way back.

Dean couldn't think of a better way to end Christmas than to be sat, cocooned in way too many blankets with his husband, and chocolate, while they watched elf.

Spending time with his family was the most important thing to Dean in the entire world and that's what Christmas is about. He loved it and he loved the way it made Cas smile. He could sit in that moment forever. Just him, his husband and far too many blankets. Bliss.