The purr of the engine beneath the hood of the sleek black car made you smile. You had been surprised that Dean had let you borrow his baby, even if it was just to run into town for an emergency. You smiled even wider at the thought of the emergency. It was defiantly Christmas with the boys. The snow covered gravel crunched under the wheels as you turned and made your way, slowly, down the rest of the road. You pulled in to the garage, being extra careful incase Dean had been watching. The door snapped shut behind you after you grabbed the grocery bag from the back seat. Castiel had been in the yard when you drove up, Sam was probably still in the library, and Dean was making a racket in the kitchen...
You walked through the door and into bunker, headed straight to the kitchen.
"Trying to burn us out, Dean? We're not dead yet, no need to salt our bones early."
"Thank god you're back. What the hell do I do?" You cracked up laughing at the sight that was before you. Dean stood in the middle of the kitchen with a 'Christmas Cookin' apron on, the one with the frilly lace edges. He had butter on his nose, sugar on his clothes, and flour in his hair. You knew that if you helped you would end up looking just as bad. After pulling up the sleeves of your favorite over sized sweater you dove right in.
"Did you let the cookie dough cool?"
"Yes...?"
"How long?"
"Like, five minutes?"
"Dean, put it back in the fridge. And no eating any!" You slapped his hand away from the bowl, pointing to the fridge. "Chop chop! We have a schedule to keep!" You pulled the grocery bag of fresh ingredient to yourself and soon had another batch of sugar cookie dough ready to go in the fridge. No thanks to Dean.
"Stop that!" His hands stopped their circular motion on your lower back. "We need to focus, Dean."
"Fine, but after, right?" Sammy wasn't the only Winchester boy to inherit puppy dog eyes.
"Yes, Dean, after. Now hand me that cookie cutter. No Dean, the one shaped like santa!"
"Bossy much, shorty?" He hung the cutter just out of your reach.
"Do you want me to call Sam in here? Because I will call Sam." You stood with your hands on your hips and a frown on your lips and Dean couldn't help but smile.
"You wouldn't."
"Wanna to bet?" You inhaled a deep breadth, ready to call for the giant of a man to come help you. Dean's hand slipped over your mouth to keep you from calling out, the cookie cutter falling to the counter. You smiled under his hand and turned away so that you could get some work done, hopefully. You and Dean worked in silence fro a while. Just as you were moving a snowman onto the baking sheet Dean came up and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.
"Dean... Dean."
"Mmhmm?" He hummed against the skin where your neck met your shoulders. You sighed and turned around in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck.
"You're insufferable, Winchester." You murmured against his lips, running one of your hands through his hair. Your other hand snaked back behind you, feeling around on the counter. You soon found what you had been looking for and brought it up above both of your heads, clapping your hands together. 'Snow' flour floated down around you, making a huge mess. Dean glared down at you, but what stopped your laughing was the soft white flakes that alighted on his thick lashes, standing out against the bright green that gazed at you with warmth and love.
"Merry Christmas, sweetheart." And his lips met yours again.
