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Dean doesn’t remember the last time he had a white Christmas, or a Christmas that he stayed in the same place for. Most of the time they never got to celebrate Christmas, only something little for Sam when he was younger and that was mainly something he had stolen from a shop. But even when it did snow, he never got the chance to go out and play in the snow like normal kids. He didn’t get to build snowmen, have snowball fights or make snow angels.
“Hey guys,” Dean says as he walks into the main room where Sam is sitting, scrolling on his laptop and Castiel is leaning over a lore book. The angel and his brother look up at his entrance. “I was thinking. Seeing as we actually have a permanent place for Christmas we could uh, actually take it off. Have Christmas together.”
“Are you suggesting we leave all the monsters running free just so we can celebrate a day we’ve never celebrated before?” Sam fixes him with an unimpressed look, and Dean rubs the back of his neck.
“There’s other hunters out there Sammy. We sure as hell deserve a damn break.” Dean pulls the chair out, sitting next to Cas. “What d’ya think, Cas?”
“Snow is on the forecast, it doesn’t seem very safe for you to be driving around in,” Castiel says, looking at Dean with worry in his eyes. “I have admired how you humans celebrate Christmas, all the giving and love that everyone has. The two of you deserve a break.”
“That’s settled then. We’re celebrating Christmas! Sammy close your laptop, Cas close your book! We’re going Christmas shopping.” Dean stands up, grabbing his keys from the bowl. He pulls his coat on, Sam begrudgingly following and Castiel happy to be wherever his boyfriend is. “Oh! I almost forgot.”
Dean turns around, grabbing Castiel by his coat, pulling him in and pressing a kiss to his mouth. “Morning Cas.”
“Good morning, Dean.” Castiel smiles.
The three of them get into the impala, Dean driving off to the shops. He goes over what they need for Christmas dinner, insisting they all split up and get presents for each other. They arrive at the store, Dean parking in the first space he can find. The car park is full, and Dean imagines the store is even fuller.
They exit the car, grabbing a trolley each before they go on their own way. Dean fills his trolley with food, gifts and decorations. He passes Castiel a few times, and each time the angel is looking at an object, reading the back with furrowed eyes. He doesn’t know where Sam disappeared to, but he doesn’t see his brother through the whole store.
It takes them an hour before they meet up, paying and getting all their bags into the car. Dean drives back to the bunker where they carry all the bags inside. They decorated the bunker, the Christmas tree stood in the middle of the main hall, and an angel on the top of the tree.
“So, what d’ya think?” Dean steps back, clapping his hands together. He looks at Castiel with a grin on his face, and Castiel would do anything to keep his hunter smiling.
“It looks almost as beautiful as you, Dean.” Castiel compliments him, putting his arms around him and kissing him in the glow of the tree lights.
The next morning, they wake up to a blanket of snow. Dean pulls Castiel out of the doors, bundling them both up in hats, scarves and gloves.
“Dean, it is freezing, maybe we should stay in the bunker in the warm?” Castiel suggests, his breath forming a cloud as he speaks.
“I thought you couldn’t feel the cold?” Dean asks, leaning down to grab a snowball.
“I don’t, I’m concerned about you being too cold.” Castiel says a frown on his face.
“It’s nothing a hot chocolate can’t fix, c’mon. You find yourself a hiding place. Make the snow into little balls and whoever gets hit the most loses.” Dean sends Castiel off, finding his own hiding space.
They throw snow at each other for a good hour, Dean gets the most hits at Castiel and he gloats as he gets Castiel down into the snow. He leans over him, smiling as he looks at Castiel. Snowflakes rest in the angel’s dark hair and Dean leans down, kissing him.
“Come on, time to build a snowman.” Dean pushes himself up, holding out a hand for Castiel and pulling him up. The two of them build a snowman, making it just a bit taller than the two of them. “What shall we call him?”
“Why are we naming this man made of snow?” Castiel tilts his head, his eyebrows furrowed.
“We can’t just leave him nameless, Cas!” Dean exclaims, looking at the angel almost offended. “Frosty.”
Castiel nods, looking at him with a small smile. “What next?”
“Snow angels!” Dean grins, watching as Castiel gets confused once again.
“Snow… angels?” Castiel tilts his head. “You want to put me in the snow?”
“No Cas, we lay in the snow and we make snow angels by moving our arms and legs,” Dean explains. “I suppose you could make actual snow angels. With your wings.”
It doesn’t take much convincing and Castiel’s soon got his wings out, laying on the floor gently. Dean lays opposite him, Castiel watching as Dean kicks his legs. Once they’ve done, Dean stands up, once again helping him up.
They look at the marks on the floor, Castiel’s wing’s outline looking detailed. Dean leans down and he drags his finger underneath them both before standing back, admiring them.
My Angel, My Hunter.
“Beautiful.” Dean wraps his arms around Castiel, leaning close to him. “Now I think it’s time for hot chocolate.”
They go inside, knowing no one is around for miles and there is no risk of anyone seeing the snow angel with real angel wings. Dean makes them both hot chocolate, filling it with marshmallows and cream.
They sit at the table, drinking the hot chocolate and Dean looks up.
“Hey Cas, we’re under the mistletoe.”