Prompt: "Mistletoe."
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 476
Warnings: none
A/N: Rounding off the Christmas oneshots with Dean! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback is cool :)
Decorating for Christmas was never on top of the list for the Winchester brothers and because of that the burden fell onto you. While Sam and Dean finished up a case a few towns over you rushed around the bunker and put up all the decorations you'd acquired over the past few weeks.
With the help of Castiel you'd gotten the tree up and once Dean called him for help on the case he was gone. You didn't need him for anything else, though. You strung the lights on the tree and placed all of the ornaments in the perfect spots. Everything was falling completely into place.
You'd managed to set out different Christmas figurines around the bunker and set up a full fledge Christmas village on one of the bookshelves in the library. The bunker was quickly turning into a Christmas wonderland and you were more than proud.
You had finished hanging up the tinsel and last minute decorations before starting on setting up the mistletoe at various archways in the bunker. You were attempting to hang the last one, just above the map table in the war room, when you heard the bunker door open.
You heard the boys coming into the room and just as you turned to say hello to them you lost your footing and fell off the map table. Dean was under you in seconds, catching you just before you hit the ground. He asked if you were alright and you assured him you were. Once Sam realized that you were in capable hands he left the war room and went into the kitchen.
"You sure you're ok?" Dean asked.
"I'm good, Dean, I promise," you smiled up at him.
He set you down on your feet and once he was sure you were steady he asked what you were doing on the table in the first place. You told him you were hanging mistletoe and he smiled. He took it from you and hung it with ease, in the doorway instead of above the table.
"There," he turned toward you, smiling.
"You are a lifesaver," you said walking toward him.
You were facing him and glanced up at the mistletoe that he'd just hung. With a smirk you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you back with fervor.
"You're welcome," he smirked when you pulled apart.
"That wasn't a thank you kiss," you laughed.
"Then what was it?" he asked with a smile.
"Mistletoe," you smirked and looked upward.
He laughed at your response and pulled you in for another kiss. He didn't need the mistletoe to kiss you but as long as it was there and you were both standing under it he would use it as his excuse to kiss you.
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