Christmas in the Bunker

He couldn't believe what he was sitting there watching an Angel of the Lord decorating for Christmas. Dean knew that Castiel wanted to try and learn more about their culture; celebrating the birth of Christ apparently being one of them. As Cas has said many times that he loves humanity and is always wanting to learn more. 

Dean say in the library getting a full view of Cas working on the Christmas tree in the entry way. With his laptop in front of him and a cold beer in his hand, he watched Cas decorate the tree. This was obviously Cas' favorite part based off of his permanent smile on his face. Where as Dean honestly couldn't give two shits since he grew up where he didn't really celebrate Christmas with the whole decorating. 

The always had a fire going in the Bunker during the cold chilly winter months here in Kansas, so it wasn't really a surprise to see Cas without his trenchcoat and suit jacket. His sleeves rolled up and an ornament in his hand, Dean watched as Cas took a step back admiring his work. He caught the angel smiling to himself even more (if that was even possible). 

That's when Cas decided to look up at Dean to find him already staring at him. Those beautiful green eyes looking into his own blue ones. "How do you like it Dean?" he asked with his deep gravely voice. "Looks good Cas." he replied, doing a once over of the tree, taking not that there wasn't anything on the top. "But you're missing something." Dean got up and walked towards a confused looking Cas. Dean always found it really cute that whenever Castiel was confused that his eyebrows would pull together. "At the top." Dean pointed out and Cas looked up, following his finger. "There's usually a star or an angel there." Cas hummed in understanding. "I see." 

Cas turned around and dug into one of the boxes pulling out a golden star with an opening in one of the points. "Like this one?" Dean came up behind him and looked over his shoulder. "Yeah just like that." Dean looked over at Cas and noticed that the hair on the back of his neck standing up. Dean was weirdly pleased about it. 

Cas turned and looked at Dea and smiled. He walked passed Dean and made his way to stairs. Walking up, Dean followed. Once at the top, Cas leaned out a little and put the star on the top. Dean came up besides him and patted Cas' back. "Good job." Cas turned to look at Dean with a prideful smile on his face. Dean looked up at him and smiled back. "Thank you, Dean." 

Dean and Cas looked at each other, lost in each other's eyes. Dean lost in the deep blue ocean and Cas lost in a deep green forest. Dean honestly wanted to kiss Cas badly, but he wasn't alone because Cas wanted to kiss him too, wanted to kiss every freckle on his face. 

Instead Sam decided to return to the bunker at that moment. Dean quickly took a step back and tried to ignore the heat he could feel rising on his face. "Hey Cas." Cas turned to look at Sam and smiled. "Hello Sam." He was carrying at least seven bags in his hands. "I grabbed eggnog and pie making materials." Dean instantly came back to life. "Hell yeah, let's get this fucking pie going." Sam laughed and shook his head, and headed downstairs following Dean into the kitchen.

Cas was still atop of the stairs by the tree. He smiled to himself. Even though his body responds to different things like a human would, he could still read people's mind when he was close enough. He heard every word Dean was thinking. Cas continued smiling and leaned over and turned the star on, thinking of bright green eyes. 

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Thanks for reading! A little short but still wanted to right it because I've had this idea for a little while. 

~Jai