Castiel’s palms are sweating so profusely, he’s ninety-five percent sure he’s going to sweat through his mittens and the wrapped gifts they’re clutching. He watches with wide eyes and a racing heart as Dean rings the doorbell and walks inside, tugging him along by his coat sleeve.
Merry Christmas to all Destiel shippers out there, I love you all! ❄
on, Cas… I’ve got something to show you.”
impatiently pulls Castiel along, leading him through the halls of the bunker,
afraid that he’ll chicken out if he doesn’t get this show on the road right now. It’s Christmas Eve, and
neither of them are actually drunk, but they are both pleasantly buzzed. Truth
be told, there’s just enough alcohol in Dean’s system for him to not lose the
courage to do what he’s been planning to do all day.
shoulders bump as they walk, Dean’s hand loosely grasping Castiel’s wrist. The
angel doesn’t seem to mind, and Dean considers that a good start. He’s going to
do this. He can do this. Because if he
doesn’t do it now, he probably never will.
reach Dean’s room, Dean tugs his friend inside and firmly closes the door
behind them. He sits on the edge of the bed, patting the empty space beside him
to invite Cas to follow his example. Cas does, with a gentle smile and a hint
of curiosity in those big blue eyes. God, Dean is such a sucker for those eyes;
the look Cas gives him is going to make this either more difficult or -if Dean’s
shitty luck takes a day off for once-, a bit easier.
they’re both sitting here in their ugly Christmas sweaters (Donna had decided
to knit one for everyone, and Sam had
insisted that it would be rude not to wear them tonight), Dean realizes how
utterly ridiculous his plan probably is. And this whole situation for that
somewhere in some hidden corner of his being he gathers the strength to blurt
out what he’d been dying to say all day.
yeah, Cas… About that other Christmas present that I mentioned earlier, the
one I’d rather give you in private…” Dean clears his throat, stalling, deep
down afraid of Castiel’s reaction.
eyes light up as he clearly remembers that promise, and it encourages Dean to
just… It’s something I kinda wanted to give you for a long time, but you can
totally say no if it’s… if it’s not something you want.”
confused now, and Dean’s voice fails to offer any more words. And so Dean
points to the ceiling, hoping that the message will come across without him
having to say it out loud. To let Cas know what he wants, Dean Winchester
along immediately, Castiel tilts his head and follows Dean gaze, slowly blinking
at the mistletoe that’s hanging right over their heads, there were Dean had put
it up earlier that day when he’d come up with plan ’finally-confess-those-feelings-to-Cas’.
long silence, during which Dean feels his heart sink to his stomach, afraid
that he ruined everything. And on freaking Christmas Eve, nonetheless. Stupid,
But then he
feels a warm hand on the side of his neck. And another one on his knee. And the
second he actually lowers his gaze to look at Cas, soft lips are already
crashing into Dean’s with so much eagerness that it instantly makes Dean giddy.
He kisses back without a second thought, pulling Cas as close as physically
possible. When they’re both out of breath they slow down, taking turns, pressing
butterfly kisses to each other’s lips. After a while, they’re just resting
their foreheads together, neither of them talking.
Dean’s thankful for the not talking part. He prefers actions, and he’s glad that Cas gets it.
The two of them have a special way of talking, one that they can both
understand without saying a word.
The only words
that Cas gives him are “Merry
Christmas, Dean”, and Dean enthusiastically says them back.
soul mate au where the most important thing your soul mate will ever say to you is written on your wrist
Yeah sure we can go for the obvious like “I love you” or “I will miss you” but what about real weird stuff like “Please accept the change, sir” or “Please play on, your music is lovely”. Then there is the straight up nasty stuff like “I promise I won’t kill you”
Castiel gripped his coat harder, feeling its familiar softness under his fingertips.
Really, if he was honest with himself, it wasn’t much. Well-made, to be sure; all of the costumes at the Lyceum Theater had been. But it didn’t glitter, or so he’d been told; it wasn’t beautiful.
Then again, Cas reminded himself, not all that glittered was gold - and some things that were gold did not glitter.
He reached out a seeking hand, located his mouse, and ran it over the eBay page that he’d opened up over an hour before. His software read out the details to him: Tan ‘Angels’ Trenchcoat. Replica. $70.
Sitting back in his chair, Cas pushed both of his hands back into the coat. He furrowed his brow, and for a moment, memories overtook him in a soft wave: memories of being dressed in this coat, standing giddy and restless, waiting in the wings to go onstage at the Lyceum; memories of standing in front of a roaring crowd, hearing them stamp and clap their appreciation all the louder because they knew he could not see it; memories of his friends in the backstage crew helping him out of the coat after the show, clapping him on the back, asking him to go for drinks - memories of one particular stage grip’s laugh, the smell of his cologne -
Most of all, the pervasive underlying feeling of sheer luck. the pure and incredible luck of finding a stage show willing to hire a young, blind, inexperienced actor in the lead role. The luck of the show gaining a cult following. The luck of having been there, in that place, with the scent of stage dust in his nose and the thrum of a thousand people’s indrawn breaths as he stood, alone, on the boards before them…
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Christmas Eve, Terrible Christmas Sweaters as a plot point, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Season/Series 12 Spoilers, assume knowledge of season 12 up to 12.08 and then pretend most of that episode didn’t happen, they’re home for Christmas Summary:
It’s Christmas Eve and Cas isn’t even sure he’s invited to stay in the Bunker over the holiday. Dean is determined to enjoy Christmas with his newly restored family and to mend bridges with Cas. But first they need to buy the worst Christmas sweaters in the world.
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