A Very Merry Christmas In The Bunker || Destiel ✔

Chapter 14

As soon as Dean and Castiel return to the bunker, all Dean really wants to do is sleep. Not so much cause he's exhausted from the case, which was rather uneventful, aside from the fact they've discovered a new breed of vampire that's on their side (Dean's still unsure how he feels about that), but simply because he misses his bed. And he has been driving for a few hours to get home.

"We're home!" Dean calls out, announcing his and Castiel's arrival home. Not that he really expects anyone to come and greet them.

Making their way into the library, Dean and Castiel set their bags down on the table for the time being, deciding that they'll put everything away later.

Castiel is the first to notice all the decorations that the others have put up, and he thinks it doesn't look too bad. And they haven't seemed to go too overboard with everything. Though even if there's not a lot of decorations up, he knows that Dean won't be happy as soon as he notices them all....

"Right, I'm gonna get something to eat, then..." Dean starts, trailing off as he finally gets a good look around the library.

He looks at every bit of red, green, silver, and gold tinsel strewn across the shelves. At the Christmas tree in one corner covered in tinsel, baubles, candy canes and fairy lights. And what looks like a few wrapped presents under the tree. He's not sure if they're real, or just there for decoration.

"Son of a bitch..." He mutters, turning to leave the library. "I'm gonna kill him..."

Sam and the others have gone behind his back and decorated the bunker for Christmas.... This is exactly what he was hoping not to find upon their return.

But... in a way, he should have expected it. Sam is just trying to do a nice thing by planning to celebrate Jack's first Christmas, and their first Christmas with mom.

Even so, Dean's still not happy about there being Christmas decorations all over the library....

"Dean." Castiel warns, grabbing onto Dean's arm before he's able to go storm off in search of Sam. "Just let it go."

Shaking Castiel off him proves to be a little difficult (which Dean should've expected), but he gets himself free from his angel's grip in the end, despite the initial struggle.

"No, Cas, fucking..." Dean starts. "Sam went behind my back and put up all this shit when I said not to!"

And he's going to make him take it all down. They can still have a Christmas dinner, hell, he's not going to say no to food, but... no decorations. Not a single decoration.

Thing is, he's still not sure why he doesn't want any up....

"Why don't you want them up so much, Dean?" Castiel asks, looking around the library. "They look okay to me. And look. It doesn't seem like they've gone too overboard."

He really doesn't understand why Dean doesn't want any of this. Everything looks okay, and Sam, Eileen, Mary, and Jack don't appear to have gone completely overboard with everything. And it even looks like they've only kept the majority of the decorating to the library.

He doesn't see what Dean's problem is....

"W-well, yes but..." Dean trails off, not really having an answer to that.

Nor does he get the chance to figure out a reply as Jack walks over to them.

"You're back." Jack says, going on to give them a hug, but stops as he sees that Dean doesn't seem to be in a very good mood. "Uh... how did the case go?" He asks. "Was it a cobiescu vampire?"

Castiel looks to Dean, before turning to Jack. "Yes, it was." He says. "And well done for figuring out what it was, Jack." He pulls Jack in for a hug, proud of his son for figuring it out.

"Yeah. Good work, kid." Dean agrees.

He's definitely proud of the kid, but unfortunately he can't properly congratulate Jack right now. There's other issues on his mind right now that he's finding himself more preoccupied with.

Jack smiles at the praise. He's happy that he could be of help to Dean and Castiel on the case without having gone out with them.

"Now, where's Sam?" Dean says. "I need to talk with him about all this crap." He gestures around the library at all the decorations. "It looks like Santa and his damn reindeers threw up in here."

Castiel rolls his eyes at Dean's words. It really doesn't look as bad as Dean seems to think it does. And it's not like it's the end of the world to have a few decorations up.

Jack frowns. "You're not going to make him take everything down are you?" He asks. "I was looking forward to having my first Christmas with all these decorations up."

Dean goes to say something, but stops as he sees that Jack looks visibly upset at the idea of having to take down everything. He doesn't want to make the kid upset, but.... But he just doesn't want all these damn decorations up.

Castiel turns to Dean, eyes narrowed as he grabs a hold of his arm, pulling him close. "Don't even think about upsetting our son, Dean." He says. "The decorations are staying."

He doesn't want Jack to be upset because of Dean. They've had enough of that already. And he's not going to let Dean get his way and deny Jack of a good first Christmas. Or a Mary a good first Christmas with her sons. So the decorations are staying up.

"Cas-" Dean starts, unsure of what to say. Not that he's able to get another word out anyway.

"No, Dean." Castiel says. "You're not ruining this for Jack or your mother."

Well, Dean certainly doesn't want to upset them. But he's still not happy about all of this. And at least like Castiel had said, they've not gone too overboard with it all.

Maybe he can at least tolerate it for his mother and Jack's sake. But he doesn't have to like it.

"Fine." He sighs. "But I still don't like it."

There's no point in trying to get his own way with all this. Not when everyone else disagrees with him.

Castiel sighs, letting go of Dean's arm. "That'll have to do then." He says. "But if you decide to change your mind in the middle of the night and come out here and try to take everything down, I'm locking you in the dungeon until Christmas is over." He warns. "And you won't be getting any pie."

At the threat of being locked in the dungeon and no pie, Dean sighs, giving up. He'll let the decorations stay. He'll agree to almost anything if it means he gets his pie. And quite honestly, he doesn't fancy being locked up in the dungeon.

"Fine." He says. "If pie is on the line, then they're staying." With that being said, he's moving away from Castiel, and sulking off to his room.

"Dean really likes pie, doesn't he?" Jack asks, watching Dean go.

Castiel sighs, watching Dean go. "Yes." He says, knowing exactly how much Dean loves pie. "Yes he does...."