A Very Merry Christmas In The Bunker || Destiel ✔

Chapter 18

It's early in the morning, and Dean isn't sure if he's ever seen the bunker this awake and busy before. Christmas morning has arrived, and everyone is up and in the kitchen either cooking or preparing food for lunch.

Honestly, Dean wasn't too happy about getting up at fucking six in the morning, but Castiel had dragged him out of bed to help everyone prepare everything. Apparently everyone else was already up at five, except for him. Castiel had mentioned something about talking the others into letting him get at least another hour of sleep before getting him up.

Which Dean is grateful for, but still.... Why did they have to get up so fucking early? And who's idea was it to get up so early?

The answer to that, Dean has a feeling it might've been Sam. That bastard is often up before everyone else, even Castiel who doesn't even sleep.

If Dean knew they'd have to get up early today, then he would've cancelled the whole damn Christmas lunch before Jody, Donna, and the girls got here.

Then again, he's really only agreed to this whole thing for Jack, and it wouldn't be fair to the kid to have his first Christmas cancelled just because he didn't want to get up early. Dean can't hurt the kid like that.

Still though, he would've liked a little heads up about needing to get up early today....

He's just glad that no one has decided to put on any Christmas music. Now that is a strict NO. However, they do have some music playing through the speakers in here, and Dean can thankfully say that it's music that he enjoys. Truthfully he would've thought that Claire, or even Sam would've put on Christmas music just to piss him off, but it seems they've decided not to.

"At least try to act cheerful, Dean." Castiel says, as the two of them make apple pies.

"I'd be more cheerful if I didn't have to get up so damn early." Dean mutters, cutting up apples.

He doesn't mean to be all grouchy, but it's early. Too fucking early for his liking. Maybe if they had waited another hour or two to wake him up he'd feel more cheerful.

Castiel sighs, setting down the knife he was using to cut up apples. "Is there anything I can do to lift your mood up?"

Dean sets his knife down on the bench, turning to face Castiel. He has a few things in mind that might help. If they can just get away from the others for an hour at least.

"I have some ideas..." He trails off, pulling Castiel closer by the waistband of his sweatpants.

Unfortunately Castiel gets what Dean is suggesting, and puts a hand on his chest, pushing him away a little. "That is reserved for later tonight."

Dean frowns at Castiel's words. "Seriously?" He asks. "Come on, Cas! They'll be fine without us for a while."

Now Dean won't say no to sex later tonight, but they can slip away now too, have a little quickie. Then get back to helping prepare food for later. The others will be fine without them.

Besides, Castiel asked what he could do to help lift his mood right now, and this will potentially help.

Castiel sighs, shaking his head. "Fine." He gives in. "But we have to finish making these pies first." He says. "And we won't go all the way until later tonight. Blow jobs only."

"Deal." Dean says, giving Castiel a quick kiss. He would've liked to do more, but that's good enough for him. For now at least....

So he's quick to turn right back to making the pies. Knowing that as soon as they're done, he'll be able to take his angel back to their room to fool around.