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Gifts & Sunrise
More of this. The whole 'verse is out of order, jsyk.
Gifts
G | Dean/Cas Sam/OFC | 722 words (prompt #16, winter)
Christmas in the Winchester household.
Dean thinks it's kind of hilarious how they have a prophet of the lord, a former vessel and a post box that's at least a mile away from the recipient's house on their Christmas-card mailing list.
Sam, Macy and he have been packing sappy snowmen cards into envelopes for almost an hour, while Cas keeps the kids busy. You'd think that after this long the novelty would've worn off to a pair of kids with no attention span, but every few days the angel seems to come up with a new trick to amuse them. Right now he looks to be lifting the couch with both the boys sitting on it.
"Castiel," Macy says wearily, "don't ruin my furniture." Cas blinks, surprised, in their direction and sets it down. Robert "awwws" disappointedly.
Dean pushes a picture into Bobby's card, the only picture he's sending out, including the cards to Macy's family. It's from the day he and Sam took Johnny and Bobby to the beach, Johnny's waist deep in water, half turned to the camera and Robert's resurfacing next to him, just his shoulders visible and both are grinning like maniacs. Sam's squished into the corner, pushing his hair out of his face with a half-exasperated parent expression. Macy kissed him on the cheek when he got the filmed developed, and there's another, framed, copy in her's and Sam's bedroom.
Chuck's card is mostly to make sure the guy doesn't drop off the face of the planet. Sometimes he calls and asks how they're doing, since he doesn't know anymore.
Jimmy's card is because Dean hasn't had the guts to tell him that Cas is back yet.
___
Macy tucks the boys in and Sam goes over to Dean's house to get the presents that "Santa" hid in the broom closet.
Dean's almost asleep on the couch next to Cas, who's kind of mesmerized by the Christmas tree. He pokes at Cas' calf with his foot and the angel turns to him.
"Never seen one before?" Dean asks.
"It's strange," Cas says.
"Yeah. We bring the trees inside and hang socks from the walls." Cas' eyebrows draw together, they way they do when he's trying to figure out if Dean's setting him up for something. "The boys like it."
That seems to work and Cas goes back to staring at the tree.
"This is how you celebrate the birth of the Lord?" he asks, not looking at Dean.
"This and presents." The angel frowns. Dean doesn't think he gets it.
___
There's a small mountain of shredded, colorful wrapping paper laying on the floor. Johnny and Robert are in the kitchen playing with some overly-complicated toy that Dean can't begin to fathom, when the adults open their presents.
Sam and Macy get each other books, like the geeks they are. Dean rolls his eyes when they lean over their presents and kiss each other.
Dean gets a hand-knitted scarf-- green, because apparently he doesn't wear enough color-- and a big, square thing that turns out to be an iPod.
"I got the oldest one they had at the store, so you'd like it," Sam says, smirking. He knows how to work the buttons after playing around with Sam's and sees that it's preloaded with a lot of good songs, which makes it slightly less horrible. He shoves it in his shirt pocket and hands Sam his gift.
So maybe he got Sam a book too. And maybe Macy helped him pick it out. It's an awesome book though, and Sam's face lights up when he sees it, more than any knife Dean ever bought him. Macy winks at him over Sam's head.
Cas watches, wearing the tiniest smile, a leftover from when the boys were flailing over their gifts.
Macy hands him a shiny red package and Cas accepts it, blankly surprised. Everyone holds their breath as he carefully strips off the wrapping paper.
It's a scarf. A hand knitted scarf that looks exactly like Dean's, only blue. They fucking match.
Cas is grinning like a maniac-- relatively speaking of course, which for Cas means Dean can see his teeth.
"Thank you," he says reverently, slipping it around his neck.
Dean puts his on too-- it's really damn soft, more like a pillow than a scarf. Yeah, they totally match.
~
Sunrise
PG | Dean/Cas | 189 words (prompt #18, sunrise)
A first kiss.
It's really, really fucking early in the morning and somehow Dean's sitting on his front porch with a mug of coffee cradled in his hands watching the sun rise with Cas.
The sky is beautiful, even Dean has to admit it. Maybe not out loud, but he is aware of it.
Cas looks like he's soaking up the sunlight, like a flower, or some other girly thing that wakes up at dark o'clock in the morning to drag him out to watch the sun rise. Dean yawns, tasting coffee fumes.
"Did I wake you too early?" Cas asks, turning to Dean. He's teasing, not that many people would be able to tell, so Dean scowls at him.
"You're such a girl."
Dean glares at the sun-- at the world in general, really, for being so bright this early when Dean needs dark and a bed-- and turns back to see Cas still staring at him.
"What?" Dean asks, setting down his coffee. Then he wonders why he set it down. Maybe he's anticipating something.
Cas leans forward, not much because Dean's porch is so tiny, and presses their lips together.
~
Gifts
G | Dean/Cas Sam/OFC | 722 words (prompt #16, winter)
Christmas in the Winchester household.
Dean thinks it's kind of hilarious how they have a prophet of the lord, a former vessel and a post box that's at least a mile away from the recipient's house on their Christmas-card mailing list.
Sam, Macy and he have been packing sappy snowmen cards into envelopes for almost an hour, while Cas keeps the kids busy. You'd think that after this long the novelty would've worn off to a pair of kids with no attention span, but every few days the angel seems to come up with a new trick to amuse them. Right now he looks to be lifting the couch with both the boys sitting on it.
"Castiel," Macy says wearily, "don't ruin my furniture." Cas blinks, surprised, in their direction and sets it down. Robert "awwws" disappointedly.
Dean pushes a picture into Bobby's card, the only picture he's sending out, including the cards to Macy's family. It's from the day he and Sam took Johnny and Bobby to the beach, Johnny's waist deep in water, half turned to the camera and Robert's resurfacing next to him, just his shoulders visible and both are grinning like maniacs. Sam's squished into the corner, pushing his hair out of his face with a half-exasperated parent expression. Macy kissed him on the cheek when he got the filmed developed, and there's another, framed, copy in her's and Sam's bedroom.
Chuck's card is mostly to make sure the guy doesn't drop off the face of the planet. Sometimes he calls and asks how they're doing, since he doesn't know anymore.
Jimmy's card is because Dean hasn't had the guts to tell him that Cas is back yet.
___
Macy tucks the boys in and Sam goes over to Dean's house to get the presents that "Santa" hid in the broom closet.
Dean's almost asleep on the couch next to Cas, who's kind of mesmerized by the Christmas tree. He pokes at Cas' calf with his foot and the angel turns to him.
"Never seen one before?" Dean asks.
"It's strange," Cas says.
"Yeah. We bring the trees inside and hang socks from the walls." Cas' eyebrows draw together, they way they do when he's trying to figure out if Dean's setting him up for something. "The boys like it."
That seems to work and Cas goes back to staring at the tree.
"This is how you celebrate the birth of the Lord?" he asks, not looking at Dean.
"This and presents." The angel frowns. Dean doesn't think he gets it.
___
There's a small mountain of shredded, colorful wrapping paper laying on the floor. Johnny and Robert are in the kitchen playing with some overly-complicated toy that Dean can't begin to fathom, when the adults open their presents.
Sam and Macy get each other books, like the geeks they are. Dean rolls his eyes when they lean over their presents and kiss each other.
Dean gets a hand-knitted scarf-- green, because apparently he doesn't wear enough color-- and a big, square thing that turns out to be an iPod.
"I got the oldest one they had at the store, so you'd like it," Sam says, smirking. He knows how to work the buttons after playing around with Sam's and sees that it's preloaded with a lot of good songs, which makes it slightly less horrible. He shoves it in his shirt pocket and hands Sam his gift.
So maybe he got Sam a book too. And maybe Macy helped him pick it out. It's an awesome book though, and Sam's face lights up when he sees it, more than any knife Dean ever bought him. Macy winks at him over Sam's head.
Cas watches, wearing the tiniest smile, a leftover from when the boys were flailing over their gifts.
Macy hands him a shiny red package and Cas accepts it, blankly surprised. Everyone holds their breath as he carefully strips off the wrapping paper.
It's a scarf. A hand knitted scarf that looks exactly like Dean's, only blue. They fucking match.
Cas is grinning like a maniac-- relatively speaking of course, which for Cas means Dean can see his teeth.
"Thank you," he says reverently, slipping it around his neck.
Dean puts his on too-- it's really damn soft, more like a pillow than a scarf. Yeah, they totally match.
~
Sunrise
PG | Dean/Cas | 189 words (prompt #18, sunrise)
A first kiss.
It's really, really fucking early in the morning and somehow Dean's sitting on his front porch with a mug of coffee cradled in his hands watching the sun rise with Cas.
The sky is beautiful, even Dean has to admit it. Maybe not out loud, but he is aware of it.
Cas looks like he's soaking up the sunlight, like a flower, or some other girly thing that wakes up at dark o'clock in the morning to drag him out to watch the sun rise. Dean yawns, tasting coffee fumes.
"Did I wake you too early?" Cas asks, turning to Dean. He's teasing, not that many people would be able to tell, so Dean scowls at him.
"You're such a girl."
Dean glares at the sun-- at the world in general, really, for being so bright this early when Dean needs dark and a bed-- and turns back to see Cas still staring at him.
"What?" Dean asks, setting down his coffee. Then he wonders why he set it down. Maybe he's anticipating something.
Cas leans forward, not much because Dean's porch is so tiny, and presses their lips together.
~