Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

A Merry Little Christmas Eve

The fire was crackling; the lights were dimmed down, three sad looking stockings hung from the mantle, and a lone hunter stood in front of the flames on the cold bunker floor.

A beer was clutched lightly in one hand two small packages held in the other. He smiled softly as he dropped one of the parcels into Sam's tiny stocking, a fifty dollar gift card to his favorite book store and small engraved sliver zippo lighter all ready to be lit. Then Dean paused and looked down at the other object clutched in his hand. He watched as his hand quivered nervously as he thought of what it contained.

He took a step back and set down his beer before moving to Castiel's stocking hanging beside his. Dean paused, his hand halfway to the lip of the angel's stocking.

He was weighing his options.

"Dean? Is that you?" Came a voice from behind the hunter.

Dean whipped around in a flash his hunter senses suddenly brought to life by shock and surprise.

His heart rate accelerated as he took in the shadowy image of a messy hair angel dawning a tan trench coat and a dark blue tie.

"Damnit Cas..." Dean breathed lightly through the silence as he tried to hide the parcel behind his back. "How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that?"

"My apologies Dean." Cas said as he quickly walked over to Dean's side. "What were you doing out here?" The angel asked as he moved into Dean's personal space bubble.

Dean's mind raced as he tried to come up with a lie on the spot. He still wasn't sure if he was going through with his plan or not. Dean needed time to think this all over.

"I uh... I was enjoying the quiet of the night angel." Dean breathed softly as he lowered his head and lightly captured the angel's mouth with his. "After all, it is Christmas Eve."

Cas kissed back hungrily and reached around Dean to pull him in closer. "I know that Dean. You and Sam, well.... Mostly Sam has been decorating the bunker like a mad man."

"Oh don't act so innocent Cas. You helped out with all this just as much as Sam did." Dean said as he pressed his nose against the angel's nose and began to bite at Castiel's lips.

"Shhh we're not gonna talk about that." Cas gently smiled against Dean's lips and whispered, "It never happened."

Dean chuckled and wrapped his free arm around the angel's waist as he pulled him in closer. "Yeah sure, whatever you say Cas."

Cas took a deep breath as he inhaled the scent of his beloved hunter. He smelled of leather and alcohol and tasted of the chocolate pie that they had all ate earlier that night. "However, that's not exactly what I was asking." The angel suddenly whispered. "I wanted to know why you were enjoying the silence out here all alone."

Dean's cheeks flared red as he remembered why he was out here in the first place.

Castiel's arms wove around Dean's body and his hands brushed across the small parcel clutched in the hunter's hand, causing the paper to crinkle loudly. Dean flinched as the noise seemed louder than the firing of an AK-47.

Castiel's face crumpled in confusion as he moved his head and tried to get a look at the object in Dean's hand. "Dean what is that?" Castiel asked.

"S'nothin' Cas." Dean lied as his heart rate sped up again.

Suddenly, Cas realized what Dean was doing out here all by his self and he asked, "Are you putting stuff into me and Sam's stockings?"

"I- well- maybe..." Dean said with an uncomfortable feeling churning in his stomach.