Clipped Wings

[THIRTEEN] Let It Snow!

"Sooo... I got a discounted ham and a package of dinner rolls."

"Ham is a healthy protein," Cas commented, leaning against the counter. He watched Dean move around a few more things in the freezer before pulling out a small ham and a bag of carbs.

"Are all angels as socially awkward as you?" Dean joked, placing the ham in the sink to thaw.

Cas furrowed his eyebrows. "I am not socially awkward. What's wrong with the way I talk?"

Dean shrugged, laughing to himself. "Oh, nothing. I don't mind."

"I don't understand what you mean, Dean. What's so funny about the way I talk?"

Dean slyly moved around the counter, smiling at Cas. "Not sure, ask Rudolph perhaps?"

Cas squinted at Dean. "Rudolph is a fictional reindeer made up by some guy in 1939, how could I possibly ask him?"

Dean raised his eyebrows with a bored expression. "This is why you're socially awkward, babe."

Cas tilted his head with a mocking grin. "I am not a pig."

Dean threw his hands in the air and turned around. "CAS!"

Knock, knock, knock.

Dean turned towards the door from the kitchen, his heart instantly racing.

It couldn't be Sam and Jess; not Jo, either. Jo said she and Ellen were coming by tomorrow, not today.

Dean swallowed and walked towards the apartment door. It couldn't be Sam. Please, God, he's not ready for Sam yet. Cas was still wearing Dean's sweatshirt, and their clothes from the other night were scattered on the living room floor. Please, no.

Dean shook his head and opened the door.

Outside the door stood a small group of carolers with Santa hats and Christmas sweaters. Dean barely had time to sigh in relief before they started singing.

"Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow..."

Dean laughed, happily and nervously. Cas walked up beside Dean and joined him at the door. He hesitated but eventually wrapped his arm around Cas's waist and brought him close to his side. Cas smiled as the choir of carolers sang a song all too familiar this time of year.

"It doesn't show signs of stopping and I've brought some corn for popping. The lights are turned way down low,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow..."

Dean felt himself grow warm inside when Cas leaned his head against Dean's shoulder. Dean momentarily thought about how weird this might seem to the choir, but they didn't seem to notice so neither did he.

"When we finally kiss goodnight, how I hate going out in the storm, but if you really hold me tight— all the way home I'll be warm!"

The carolers smiled all too knowingly at Cas and Dean as they ended the song after the third verse. Dean blushed, realizing what they were— probably not, but maybe— not even a chance, but possibly— hinting at.

Dean let out an airy laugh as Cas gazed up at him with heartfelt eyes.

C'mon Dean, will you grow a pair?

Dean smiled warm at his angel and leaned down until their lips touched. The choir standing outside the door let out a unison of "aweeee"s and clapped for Cas and Dean.

Cas wasn't exactly sure how to kiss someone, but Dean showed him how. Dean dragged his fingers, all too worn from working in Bobby's shop, across the angel's neck. He didn't mind the stubble, or the audience that was watching. He brought his hand to Cas's cheek, letting his thumb graze his bottom lip. Cas shivered in response and smiled, breaking the kiss. He shyly brought his hands to Dean's sides and wrapped him in a hug.

The carolers said Merry Christmas and God Bless and quietly shut the door for the couple, smiling to themselves. They believed God told them to sing for a couple on the fourth floor in room 103. God works in mysterious ways and they believed that.

Neither Cas or Dean noticed the door close or the sudden silence that followed. Dean didn't remember the ham in the sink, or the dinner rolls on the counter. Cas didn't remember that only a couple months ago he was homeless on the streets of New York and kicked out of Heaven. To be honest they didn't remember much of anything except for how each other tasted, sounded, or felt under their touch.

They didn't have gifts to give each other this Christmas, but they both agreed being with each other was a gift in itself.

And it was a wonderful thing.

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T'was the night before Christmas
And everyone was sleeping
Except for this fangirl
Who was up all night writing gay fan fiction. :)