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“Yessss!” Claire gasped, pressing down on a corner of the faux beard, making sure it was securely glued in place. “Dude, you don’t even look like you anymore!”
“Really?” Dean moved over to the mirror to look at himself. “Oh man! This is looks awesome!”
Temporarily dyed white hair. A white beard, that was way shorter than it should be, but the girls said they needed to put down the base, and would make it longer later; and who was he to argue with SFX pros, as they called themselves. He even had a set of steel blue contacts, since Claire and Kaia both insisted that Santa didn’t have green eyes. He truly didn’t look like himself at all. Perfect!
“Got it!” Sam called from the bunker door, and Dean stepped out into the war room. Everyone gasped. “Wow!” Sam took the stairs two at a time to quickly get to Dean and get a better view of his brother.
“Right!?” Dean laughed, and ran his fingers through the short beard. “Once this is longer, think the kids will buy it?”
“Dude, if I didn’t know it was you, I would buy it!” Sam laughed and handed Dean the Santa suit he had to go to five different stores to find.
Dean took the suit to his room and laid it out on the bed. The post office lady had mentioned the Santa they had hired for a Christmas party cancelled last minute. Why he stepped up and offered to fill in, he didn’t know. Why he called in Claire and Kaia to make it look really believable he also didn’t know. But here he was.
“Dean, they told me to come see…” Cas paused at the door, wide eyed, and stared at Dean. He squinted his eyes, as if trying to find Dean in the disguise. “Wow.” He finally said crossing the room.
“What?” Dean laughed. Cas reached up and traced his hands over the scruffy looking beard. He slowly looked Dean over then met his eyes, and grimaced.
“Well, other than the unsettling eyes, getting a glimpse of what’s to come is… interesting.”
“Hmm, you like what you see?” Dean grinned and wrapped an arm around Cas’ back. The angel smiled and nodded, leaning in for Dean’s lips. But Claire clearing her throat stopped them.
“C’mon grandpa, we have to add the rest of the beard.” She said with a smirk, turning and walking back towards her makeshift makeup studio in the library, with a kiss-deprived Dean grumpily following behind her.
Passing through the war room, Dean noticed a couple places where Eileen had hung mistletoe; mentally making a note to walk cas through each archway multiple times. Then he saw a sprig that hadn’t been put up yet, and he quickly swiped it, sliding it into his pocket.
He plopped down into the chair and waited for the grueling process of dabbing the spirit gum on a spot, letting it get tacky, and then pressing on the beard. “Shoot!” Claire groaned. “This ones empty!” She tossed the little bottle of adhesive into the trash. “I have more in the truck. Be right back.” The two girls took off out of the library, and Cas entered with a beer in each hand.
“Hey, Cas!” Dean said, quickly reaching into his pocket for the herb. “Look.” He grinned and lifted his arm above his head. Cas looked at his arm, then his hand, then the little plant he held in his hand and tilted his head, confused. “It’s mistletoe, Cas.”
“I’m aware of what it is, but why are you holding it in the air?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “So you’ll kiss me.”
“But Dean why…”
“ Just kiss me Cas !” Dean groaned, dropping his arm and grabbing Cas’ hand to pull him closer. Without needing further convincing, Cas leaned down and kissed Dean.
He pulled back and laughed, having been tickled by the prickly hairs of the white beard. “I think I would enjoy you with a beard.” He said, running his fingers through it, before grabbing Dean’s arm and raising back into the air so the mistletoe hung over them. “Well if you insist.” He joked and began kissing Dean again.
“Castiel!?” Jack gasped, stepping into the library and glaring at the angel. “What… why… how!?”
“Oh, hello Jack. You’re home early.” Cas said, straightening up to smile at his son.
“How could you do this!?” Jack continued. He looked from Cas to Dean and back to Cas. His eyes quickly filled with tears.
Cas squinted, and furrowed his brow. “Do what?”
“Cheat on Dean, Castiel. I thought you loved him.”
“Cheat on…” Cas sighed, realizing what was happening, while the amused smile on Dean’s face indicated he had as well. “Jack. It’s not what you think.”
“Not what I think!?” Jack all but shouted. “Then what is this? What will Dean say?”
“Jack…”
“It’s going to break his heart!”
“Jack…”
“He’ll probably start binge drinking again…”
“ Jack!”
Dean was nearing tears, from laughing. Cas sighed and looked at the very distraught Jack. “Jack, I'm not cheating on Dean.”
“Oh really!? Then how do you explain this?!” Jack snapped, motioning towards Dean.
Cas opened his mouth to speak, but Dean put up a hand to stop him. “Well, Jack.” He said, somehow making his voice deeper than it normally was. “I caught him under the mistletoe. Like this…” He lifted his hand back over their heads and stole another kiss.
Jack’s eyes widened, angrily. Then lit up. “I… I’ll smite you old man!” He cried, lifting his hand towards Dean, who quickly realized the joke was over, and threw his hands up in defense.
“Jack it’s me!” He said reverting back to his normal voice.
“Oh, of course you would say that, now!” Jack said, stepping forward.
Dean panickedly began scratching at the beard trying to get it off. “Stupid spirit glue! Come off!” he said, trying to find the edge. “Dammit, why did they do such a good job? Cas, help!?”
Dom brow cocked, Cas watched Dean scramble away from Jack. “I’m sorry… shouldn’t have ‘caught me under the mistletoe’ knowing I was already taken.”
“ Cas!?” Dean shrieked, and Jack stopped.
He squinted his eyes and stared at the shaking mess in front of him. “Dean?!” He said quietly, then his lips curled into a smile.
~✶~
The group shuffled back into the bunker after a long hectic night of tackling stressed out impatient parents, and sugar hyped children. Dean immediately toed off his boots and slipped the heavy red coat off. “Remind me to find the maker of this spirit garbage… and shoot them.” He grumbled rubbing over his sore cheeks that had been tugged on all night by little hands needing convincing he was in fact the real Santa.
He followed Cas toward their room, exhausted. “Uh oh!” Claire laughed, as they stepped under the archway. Dean looked up and groaned seeing the little green and white sprig.
“You know what that means!” Jack added.
Cas laughed at the look of remembered distress on Dean’s face, and pulled him in, locking their lips together. “ I caught mommy… er Daddy kissing Santa Claus.” Claire sang.
Dean rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to respond, but yawned instead, prompting Cas to gently nudge him towards their room. “Alright Santa, I think you’ve had enough fun under the mistletoe tonight.” Claire and Kaia giggled as the angel steered Dean away. “Good night, kids.”