The Year of Redemption

Chapter 58: Some Hearts

Cas came every night after that, at the same exact time, faithful to the second.

The first thing Dean did each night was proudly show off some new Christmas decoration that he had put up in the house or outside while Cas was gone. He had the entire cabin illuminated with twinkling rainbow-colored lights, and he had even bought a plastic Santa and reindeer to put up in the yard.

There was garland hanging from every shelf, two stockings by the fireplace that he had written "Dean" and "Castiel" on in permanent marker, and Christmas candles on the coffee table.

Every night, Dean would stay up as long as he could. He talked about all the Christmases that their small family had celebrated in different places, and Cas explained the true story of Jesus Christ and all the different holiday traditions around the world that he'd heard about. Dean read Christmas stories like The Night Before Christmas, and Cas translated them roughly into Enochian, which never failed to put Dean to sleep.

The hunter even introduced Cas to some of the holiday's finest songs and jingles, such as "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" and "Partridge in a Pear Tree" and "Deck the Halls." But no matter how much Dean talked or sang, every night, Cas would eventually soothe the hunter to sleep in his arms, and Dean would rest peacefully until the morning when they had to say goodbye again.

Dean sang "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree" one night after he had proudly showed off a perfectly-sized pine tree that he had gone out and chopped down himself. He explained the tradition of decorating Christmas trees for the holiday and then putting presents under them until Christmas day. He and Cas spent the next few hours stringing lights around the tree and hanging all sorts of ornaments on it.

"Now all we need is an angel to go on top," Dean said when they had finished, rummaging through some paper grocery bags that were still out on the table.

Cas glanced at the top of the tree. "I don't think I would fit up there," he mentioned.

Dean burst out laughing and looked over his shoulder. "Not... a real angel..." he said between laughs. He held up a figurine that he had pulled out of a paper bag and shook it in front of Cas teasingly. "A toy angel... for decoration... like this." Then he reached up to put it on the tree, but quickly found that he wasn't tall enough. "I need a stool," he muttered.

"Use me," Cas suggested.

Dean couldn't help himself. He wiped the snicker from his face before turning back around. He rushed forwards and pressed himself up close to Cas, trailing a pattern down his chest. "You know, usually I don't go for the desperate type," he murmured seductively, making an honest effort to stay serious. "But I would take advantage of your sexy body so hard... and I would do it all in a New York minute. Then I'd do it over again, but harder... and rougher..." he muttered gruffly.

Cas tried to hide how turned on he was. He felt his pants getting just a bit tighter. "I meant... for the angel..." he stuttered.

Dean plastered a pout onto his face. "You don't want me to use you... over, and over, and over, and over again?" His face moved closer to Castiel's ear as he spoke, and he made it a point to press his crotch right up against the angel's.

Castiel whimpered just a bit. "Another time, baby," he managed.

Dean pulled away and winked at him, throwing a devilish smile his way. "Ok, sexy."

Castiel rolled his eyes and caught Dean's hand before he turned away. "Come here," he said, pulling Dean towards the couch. He raised their hands, motioning for the hunter to step up onto the couch. Dean obeyed hesitantly, standing on the cushions and awaiting further instructions. Castiel sat in front of him, pulling his hand forwards now, as if the angel wanted Dean to topple straight over him. "Up you go," Cas said.