A Very Merry Christmas In The Bunker || Destiel ✔

Chapter 2

Castiel doesn't follow Dean to his room straight away like he's been doing often. Instead he gives the older Winchester some time to himself, which is probably the best course of action to take. Let Dean have some time to calm down from his and Sam's dispute, and then go to him. Preferably with food. Castiel is certain that Dean will want some food soon.

So for the next fifteen or so minutes, Castiel chooses to sit at the table in the kitchen with a mug of hot coffee. He doesn't need to eat or drink, but he's developed an odd liking to coffee among other things. There isn't really a lot of food or drink he's developed a liking to, almost everything just tastes like molecules to him, but there are a very small few exceptions. Coffee being one of them.

"Hey, Cas." Sam says, walking into the kitchen with Eileen following behind him. "Eileen and I are gonna head out to the store."

Castiel looks over to the pair of them, nodding. "Okay." He says. "I'll make sure Dean doesn't lock you both out of the bunker."

He's not sure if Dean really will lock Sam and Eileen out of the bunker just for going out to get Christmas decorations, but if he was being absolutely serious about it... well then he'll make sure he doesn't end up locking them out.

Sam laughs, shaking his head. "Thanks, Cas."

As Sam and Eileen leave, Castiel is once again left by himself in the kitchen. He doesn't plan on staying in the kitchen by himself for much longer though, he'll go see Dean soon and bring him some food.

For now though, he just sits alone drinking his coffee.

As soon as he finally goes off towards Dean's room with a bag of potato chips, pie, and a couple bottles of beer, he's greeted by Dean's closed door, and Led Zeppelin blasting from inside.

He looks down at the food and beer in his arms. His arms are both full, so it's a little difficult for him to both knock on the door and open it. And with the volume Dean is playing his music, Castiel isn't sure if the hunter will be able to hear him if he calls out to him to open the door.

"Dean!" He calls out anyway, hoping he can hear him over the music. "Dean, it's Cas. Can you open the door for me please? My arms are full."

He sighs in relief as Dean seems to have heard him as the volume of the music goes down, and the door opens not long after.

Castiel looks at the food and beer he's holding, then at Dean. "I brought you some food." He says. "Can I come in?"

Dean nods, stepping out of the doorway to let Castiel in, shutting the door behind them.

"Cas, you know it's technically your room too." Dean reminds him, for what's quite possibly for the millionth time. "You don't need to ask."

"And I keep telling you, Dean." Castiel starts, setting the food and beer down on the bed. "I don't have a need for a room. I don't sleep."

Dean nods. "Well, Cas, you don't really just use bedrooms to sleep in."

Castiel tilts his head to the side. "I know, Dean." He says, knowing exactly what Dean is referring to. They've used it for more than just sleeping before. "But it is one of the main purposes, is it not?"

"...yeah?" Dean says, but it comes out more like a question.

He shakes his head, moving to the bed to look through the food Castiel brought in. And as he sees the pie, he let's out a sound in success.

Castiel isn't sure why Dean did that. He was the one to pick out pie at the store earlier when they went out. Dean knew they had pie.

"Sam and Eileen have gone out to the store." He says, watching as Dean sits down on the bed, already digging into the apple and rhubarb pie. "You're not really going to lock them out of the bunker, are you?"

Dean shrugs. "If they buy Christmas decorations... maybe." He says around a mouthful of pie. "I'm not having the bunker decorated in Christmas shit."

Taking a seat on the bed next to Dean, Castiel grabs one of the bottles of beer. "What is really so bad about decorating the bunker for Christmas, Dean?"

"Nothing's wrong with it exactly." Dean says, shoving a fork full of pie into his mouth. "I just don't want the bunker to be decorated in Christmas shit is all." He shrugs. "I mean, I'm all for getting Jody and the girls around and having a big dinner, but decorating? Not happening."

Nodding, Castiel takes a sip of beer as he watches Dean.

"Here, try this." Dean says, bringing a fork full of pie towards Castiel's mouth.

Castiel looks at him, a little confused. Dean's never offered him a bite of pie before. He's usually so food aggressive when it comes to pie.

But he takes the pie into his mouth anyway, which causes Dean to smile.

"Good huh?" He asks.

Frowning, Castiel shakes his head in disappointment. "It just tastes like molecules." He says. "Sorry, Dean."

He had suspected it would just taste like molecules. It does very much disappoint him though. It makes him miss the time he was human for a short while, if only for the ability to be able to taste food, not just the molecules that make up the food.

"Don't be sorry, Cas." Dean says, patting him on the back. "It's just a shame that you're missing out."

Castiel nods. "Yeah." He sighs, laying back on the bed and stares up at the ceiling, as Dean sits next to him, finishing off the rest of the pie.

He shifts closer to Dean on the bed as Dean eventually sits back too after finishing off the pie. He rests his head on Dean's shoulder, taking another sip of beer as Dean opens one for himself.

"You want to watch a movie?" Dean asks, looking down at Castiel.

Castiel shrugs. "What movie?"

Dean too shrugs. "Don't know." He says. "We can just flick through Netflix until we find something."

He sits up momentarily, grabbing his laptop from the end of the bed, turning off the music and bringing up Netflix so they can choose something to watch.

"Well, whatever we watch, it's most definitely not gonna be some crappy Christmas movie, I can tell you that much." Dean says, as he scrolls through the selection of movies available. "Maybe a horror movie. What do you think?"

Castiel looks at him. "Don't we already get enough horror in our everyday lives?"

"Well... yeah we do." Dean says. "But I love horror movies."

"Alright." Castiel nods. "I don't care what movie we watch anyway." He says. "I'm happy with anything."

Dean nods, scrolling through the selection of horror movies. "Horror it is then..."

And once they've found a movie to watch - that's most definitely not some crappy Christmas movie - Castiel moves in close to Dean's side and Dean opens the bag of potato chips, scoffing back the majority of the bag by himself as the two of them sit back enjoying each other's company as they watch the movie.