Important: This is the 2nd last fic of the year! I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 17th, 2025 with the first story of the new year!
Written: 22.12.01
Words: 860
Fluff, Destiel, 2024’s 1st Christmas story
This fic is based on this head-canon prompt by the incredible DeanCasKiss. (Tumblr)
“I’m back!”
Cas brushed himself off as he made his way through the door. He had to use more strength than usual to push it closed against the howling wind. After a moment of wrestling, he leaned against it to catch his breath as it finally closed. He dropped his shopping bags and toed off his boots, ears perking at the silence that greeted him, “… Dean?”
“I, uh, I thought you weren’t coming back until later.”
Cas’ brows furrowed at the hesitant tone as he made his way up the small steps that led toward the living room, “The specialty store was closed, so I’m gonna have to go back out to get Gabriel’s present.” If it’s still in stock by then. He stopped a few feet away as he spotted the blonde up on the ladder in front of the mostly decorated Christmas tree. He raised an eyebrow as he noticed his husband’s tense back, “You need any help?”
“No, no,” The blonde quickly descended the ladder, tossing something quickly into one of the decoration boxes, not bothering to turn around, “I’m good.”
Cas let out a small chuckle as he ventured closer, “Think you could tell that to my face?” He slipped his arms around the hunter’s waist, wrapping him up in a tight hug, “What’s wrong, Dean?”
“Nothing.”
The angel gave his husband a pointed look before rolling his eyes as he noticed the blonde was staring at the ground, “Fine. Don’t tell me.” He let go of his waist, making his way slowly toward the kitchen, “Guess I’ll just go get started on the pies… alone…”
That got the blonde’s attention. He whipped his head up and took a half-step closer, “P-pie?”
“Uh-huh…” Cas nodded, unable to help the smile that crept up his face as he held the door open, “Are you too busy to help?”
“No! No, I uh,” The blonde flicked his eyes to the box before shaking his head, making his way over, plastering his signature thousand-watt smile on his face, “I’m never too busy for pie.”
“Just remember we’re making them and not eating them.” Cas chuckled, allowing the blonde to pass him. “Let me just grab the fillings and we can start.”
“No, wait!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Cas dashed away from the kitchen, making a bee-line for the box of decorations. He paused as he scanned the ornaments, what was he hiding from me?
After a moment of finding nothing, he frowned, looking up to a clearly embarrassed blonde, “I don’t get it. It’s just a box of decorations.”
“I…” Dean let out a heavy sigh, scrubbing a hand down his face, “It’s under the blue bulbs.”
“Under the…” Cas turned back to the box, brows furrowed. He carefully lifted the box of ornaments out, furrow deepening as he spotted a picture of himself, sitting inside a gold frame.
He pulled the picture out, eyes scanning it carefully. He opened his mouth after a moment, “I… don’t get it.” He flicked his eyes back up to the blonde, “Why would you hide this from me?”
“I…” Dean rubbed a hand at the back of his neck and gestured half-heartedly to the tree, “was gonna put it on the tree.”
“Why?”
The blonde sucked his teeth in annoyance, letting his eyes go skyward, “Are you really gonna make me say it out loud?”
Cas spun around to face the tree, holding up the picture, “I don’t get it! Why would you…”
His question died on his lips as he saw the ladder again and the realization finally hit him. He couldn’t help the swell of love he felt in his chest as he turned back around, face melting at the hunter’s absolute embarrassment, “You were gonna put me at the top of the tree.”
It wasn’t a question, but the blonde reluctantly nodded in response, anyway.
Cas rushed backward, wrapping the blonde up in another tight hug, this time also capturing his lips. Though he wasn’t expecting it, Dean wasted no time in kissing his husband back.
The raven-haired man pulled back after a breathless moment, wide smile still on his face, “Let’s do it.”
“D-do what?”
Cas rolled his eyes before backing out of the hug, climbing up the ladder to place the picture of himself on the top of the tree. He gently rested the picture against one of the top-most branches, curling a few others around the edges of the frame to ensure it stayed in place.
Once he was happy with the placement – and sure it wasn’t going to crash to the floor – he carefully climbed back down the ladder, wiping his hands on his pants, “There.”
He turned around, chuckling as he spotted his husband’s confused look, “What? You don’t want me up there anymore?”
“No, I just, uh…” Dean shifted his weight from one foot to the other, blush sweeping across his cheeks, “What about the party? When everyone, y’know…”
“Pfft, please,” Cas waved a dismissive hand before leading the blonde back toward the kitchen, cheeky grin on his face, “It’s not weird to have an angel at the top of the tree.”
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