25 Days of Ambrollins

Day Twenty-One - Christmas Tradition

It's the most wonderful time of the year, but particularly it was an important time of the year for Seth and Dean. It was their first Christmas together, and after having moved in together recently and decorating the apartment, it was safe to say they were in the full swing of the Christmas spirit. Dean was cozied up on the couch, the Christmas lights both on the tree and strung around the room illuminated the mostly dark room that the man sat in. Seth was in the kitchen whipping up some hot chocolate and oven-made smores and Dean watched the Christmas movie that took up the tv screen.

"All right, here ya go," Seth said as he walked in and offered up the plate in his hand, two mugs clutched in the other hand as he walked slowly. He set the mugs down and released the breath he had been holding in an attempt to steady himself.

Dean sat up and smiled, happily taking the hot chocolate and sipping it as Seth took a seat beside him, "Thanks, babe." There were silent as they sipped their cocoa and ate their smores.

Once Seth has finished off his late night snack, he got up and grabbed a present from the pile of presents under the tree. He sat back down and placed it in Dean's lap, "Open it," he prompted.

Dean looked at the present and then up at Seth, "You know Christmas is tomorrow, right? Actually, it's in like two hours," Dean said, his eyebrow raised.

Seth laughed, "I know, I know. It's a tradition my family has that we open a present on Christmas eve, so I figured we could continue that tradition."

Dean smiled, "I would love to make your tradition our tradition," he said, his heart skipping a beat when Seth grinned. Dean set the present on the coffee table and then got up and headed towards the tree and looked at the presents as he pondered which one to give him early. "Ah!" he exclaimed and then grabbed the one he had in mind and then handed it to Seth.

"Okay, you first," Seth said. Dean nodded, his bottom lip between his teeth, his lips curled in an excited, childlike smile. He ripped open the package and pulled out a plain box. He opened it and smiled as he pulled out a mug. Dean was the type of guy who had a routine of waking up and polishing off a cup of coffee before his shower, then another one after he was all dressed and showered and almost ready to take on the day. He always complained that he wanted a better, bigger favorite coffee mug, and here was the solution; the mug had a cheesy picture of him and Seth that Seth had taken one night when they were laying in bed.

"It's so corny, I love it. It's so us," Dean said as he admired the picture printed on the ceramic mug.

Seth was grinning from ear to ear, "I'm glad you like it. I wanted to give it to you tonight so that you could use it tomorrow morning."

"It's perfect, definitely my new favorite mug," Dean said, all smiles. He leaned over and pecked Seth on the lips, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Seth said and pecked Dean's lips once more. He then turned to the present in his lap, "Okay, my turn." He ripped open the package and smiled, "Babe," he said and pulled out the ornament that had been carefully wrapped. 'Our First Christmas' was engraved on an ornament with a picture of Seth and Dean. This picture was yet another casual one of the two men, but this one had been taken by Roman. Seth was laying his head on Dean's shoulder, his face turned up to look at his boyfriend, love in his eyes. A smile was on Dean's face and his eyes were alight with the joy that was on his face.

"Dean, I love it. And I love that picture of us," he noted. He stood and walked over to the tree, then hung it on a prominent branch towards the top near the angel, "There, right where it belongs. It's amazing." Seth bounded back over to the couch and sat down in Dean's lap. He kissed Dean and hummed, "Let's go to bed."