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Right, just a tad bit of pimping here. First off: the comm again. WE LIKE NEW PEOPLE. ER, NOT IN A CREEPY WAY. And charlie wrote rob/misha fic, and you all need to squee at her and make her write MOAR RTFN.
Now fic. Silly schmoopy christmas fic (IN NOVEMBER, GAH) that does not deserve a title.
G | Dean/Castiel, Sam | ~400 words
It's cold, Castiel buys a present.
Dean, Sam and Castiel are all caught outside during the first snowfall of the year. Castiel reaches his hand out to catch a few flakes in his palm and watches them slowly melt and soak his sleeve.
"Gonna get pneumonia like that," Dean grumbles, pulling the collar of his jacket up. Sam watches the snow interestedly as he blows on the tips of his fingers. "C'mon," he says, trudging back towards the Impala, hands in his pockets. Sam gives Castiel a look over his shoulder -- he's a pain, sorry -- shrugs, and follows. Castiel gets into the back seat, tapping light snow off his shoes at Dean's insistence.
Dean's ears and neck are pink with cold by the time they get to the motel, and he absently tries to warm his cold hands over the radiator.
____
It snows again when Sam and Castiel go shopping for ammunition and food.
"So," Sam asks, examining can labels. "What're you going to get Dean for Christmas?"
Castiel is not sure how to answer that. Sam stares at him semi-incredulously.
"You didn't know about the gift exchanging at Christmas?"
Castiel shakes his head no.
"Well," Sam sighs. He sets all the cans in the shopping cart. "Guess we're getting it here."
___
Castiel hands the package, soft and wrapped in newspaper, over to Dean, who laughs a little as he takes it.
"Christmas is tomorrow, Cas," he says. He strips the paper off his present anyway.
"But it's cold today," Castiel answers.
Dean peels back the final strip of newspaper and pulls out his glaringly red scarf. He thumbs the material with a little smile on his face, before he slings it over his head and around his neck.
"Just a second," Dean says. He ruffles through his duffel and pulls out two small paper bags, handing one to Sam and one to Castiel. "Since we're givin' 'em out anyway."
Castiel pulls out a pair of new soft black gloves. Sam's cry of indignation that his are pink makes him laugh. Dean catches his eye and smiles.
"Like 'em?"
"Yes."
Sam clears his throat loudly, and Castiel looks up to see him standing over them, holding a sprig of mistletoe over Dean's head. Dean scowls at him, but softens just long enough to lean forward and give Castiel a brief kiss.
"Happy?" he asks Sam.
"Yes," Castiel answers.
Now fic. Silly schmoopy christmas fic (IN NOVEMBER, GAH) that does not deserve a title.
G | Dean/Castiel, Sam | ~400 words
It's cold, Castiel buys a present.
Dean, Sam and Castiel are all caught outside during the first snowfall of the year. Castiel reaches his hand out to catch a few flakes in his palm and watches them slowly melt and soak his sleeve.
"Gonna get pneumonia like that," Dean grumbles, pulling the collar of his jacket up. Sam watches the snow interestedly as he blows on the tips of his fingers. "C'mon," he says, trudging back towards the Impala, hands in his pockets. Sam gives Castiel a look over his shoulder -- he's a pain, sorry -- shrugs, and follows. Castiel gets into the back seat, tapping light snow off his shoes at Dean's insistence.
Dean's ears and neck are pink with cold by the time they get to the motel, and he absently tries to warm his cold hands over the radiator.
____
It snows again when Sam and Castiel go shopping for ammunition and food.
"So," Sam asks, examining can labels. "What're you going to get Dean for Christmas?"
Castiel is not sure how to answer that. Sam stares at him semi-incredulously.
"You didn't know about the gift exchanging at Christmas?"
Castiel shakes his head no.
"Well," Sam sighs. He sets all the cans in the shopping cart. "Guess we're getting it here."
___
Castiel hands the package, soft and wrapped in newspaper, over to Dean, who laughs a little as he takes it.
"Christmas is tomorrow, Cas," he says. He strips the paper off his present anyway.
"But it's cold today," Castiel answers.
Dean peels back the final strip of newspaper and pulls out his glaringly red scarf. He thumbs the material with a little smile on his face, before he slings it over his head and around his neck.
"Just a second," Dean says. He ruffles through his duffel and pulls out two small paper bags, handing one to Sam and one to Castiel. "Since we're givin' 'em out anyway."
Castiel pulls out a pair of new soft black gloves. Sam's cry of indignation that his are pink makes him laugh. Dean catches his eye and smiles.
"Like 'em?"
"Yes."
Sam clears his throat loudly, and Castiel looks up to see him standing over them, holding a sprig of mistletoe over Dean's head. Dean scowls at him, but softens just long enough to lean forward and give Castiel a brief kiss.
"Happy?" he asks Sam.
"Yes," Castiel answers.