christmas figurine


(gif credit to the creator)

Prompt: “Mistletoe.”
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 476
Warnings: none
A/N: Rounding off the Christmas oneshots with Dean! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback is cool :)

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Request by @dancer020409 : Hi I am sure this is to much to ask, but can you please make a thing where The reader and Crolwy are decorating a Christmas tree

A/N: Thank you! And it’s never too much to ask! I love doing Crolwey imagines ^___^ I’m actually posting two different versions of this request, so look out for the other!

You finish putting the last Christmas figurine on the table and look up at the naked tree. You wanted to surprise Crowley and have it all done before he got back from his meetings, but you wanted to decorate the tree together this year.

As if on cue, voices entered the hallway behind you. You quickly dust off glitter from his throne and take a seat, settling yourself before the king of hell emerged.

His banter stops as he notices the flashing lights hanging from the ceiling and the giant tree you had the other demons put in here for you. If you were going to be stuck here, you might as well have fun.

“What is this?” Crowley asks.

“Christmas!” You grin and stand. Your heels click against the ground as you close the gap between the two of you. “I thought we could finish together.”

Crowley pulls a face, his lip curling up and his eyes narrowing on the Santa Clause on the table. “Why?”

“Because,” you grab his hand in yours and bring it to your chest. “I love it and you obviously love me, so it evens out. Right?” You tease, though you know you’re right.

“Fine.” Crowley pulls his other hand out of his coat pocket and suddenly there’s a rose waiting for you. “For you, my dear.”

Your eyes light up and you grab it from him. “Oh,” you sniff it and it smells like roses, nature, summer days. You smile and kiss his cheek. “You are a big softy.”

“A little.” Crowley moves over to a box of ornaments. “Are these the balls?”

“Some of them.” You swiftly place the rose on the table and move to his side. “On the tree in twenty minutes and I’ll go make us cookies.” You nudge his side, which he despised but you always seem to get away with it.

“Oo, how fun.” He rolls his eyes and his voice drips with sarcasm. You overlook the tiny details and begin by placing the first candy cane on the tree branch.

“Perfect.” You clap your hands.