Christmas Fic!
Christmas Day
“Daddy! Papa Cas!” Dean felt something fly onto his stomach. “Wake up! It’s Christmas!”
“Our son’s awake,” Dean heard Castiel murmur next to him from under the blankets. Dean snuck a peek at the clock on the bedside table. It was three fifteen in the morning. “Liam, is the sun up?”
Liam leaned back and peered at the window, where not a speck of light was coming through. “No, Daddy.”
“Then it’s not Christmas. Go back to sleep.”
“But Daddy-”
Dean shook his head, and saw defeat-and sleepiness-in the eyes of his child. The four year old snuggled into bed with them, cuddled into their warmth and asleep again within minutes. Castiel leaned over their son to give Dean a sleepy kiss before closing his eyes.
Dean knew in a few hours, Liam would wake them up again, and they would head downstairs, and Cas would make them coffee so they could sip it as they watched Liam rip into his presents. Then they would watch Christmas television until two, when Cas would make them shower and get dressed so that they’d be ready when Sam and his wife and their kids and Bobby came.
And then Sam’s wife and Bobby and Castiel would put the finishing touches on dinner, while Dean and Sam took the kids to play in the snow. Everyone would come in to thaw out, and eat dinner, and Liam and Dean would share the last piece of pie.
Then the kids would show off their presents to each other while the adults sat and reminisced until late. Then Sam and his wife would take the guest bed; their kids would be in Liam’s room, while Bobby slept on the couch.
The kids would try and stay up late and giggle with each other, until Sam or Castiel got up to tell them to sleep before going back to bed Dean and Castiel would only swap presents once everyone else was in bed (Dean had gotten Castiel a key tracker, for some reason the angel could not keep track of his house keys, along with a new toy). They’d try it out, and wear each other out, and fall asleep in each other’s arms. The whole thing was predictable down to the last detail, and Dean wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“Daddy! Papa Cas!” Dean felt something fly onto his stomach. “Wake up! It’s Christmas!”
“Our son’s awake,” Dean heard Castiel murmur next to him from under the blankets. Dean snuck a peek at the clock on the bedside table. It was three fifteen in the morning. “Liam, is the sun up?”
Liam leaned back and peered at the window, where not a speck of light was coming through. “No, Daddy.”
“Then it’s not Christmas. Go back to sleep.”
“But Daddy-”
Dean shook his head, and saw defeat-and sleepiness-in the eyes of his child. The four year old snuggled into bed with them, cuddled into their warmth and asleep again within minutes. Castiel leaned over their son to give Dean a sleepy kiss before closing his eyes.
Dean knew in a few hours, Liam would wake them up again, and they would head downstairs, and Cas would make them coffee so they could sip it as they watched Liam rip into his presents. Then they would watch Christmas television until two, when Cas would make them shower and get dressed so that they’d be ready when Sam and his wife and their kids and Bobby came.
And then Sam’s wife and Bobby and Castiel would put the finishing touches on dinner, while Dean and Sam took the kids to play in the snow. Everyone would come in to thaw out, and eat dinner, and Liam and Dean would share the last piece of pie.
Then the kids would show off their presents to each other while the adults sat and reminisced until late. Then Sam and his wife would take the guest bed; their kids would be in Liam’s room, while Bobby slept on the couch.
The kids would try and stay up late and giggle with each other, until Sam or Castiel got up to tell them to sleep before going back to bed Dean and Castiel would only swap presents once everyone else was in bed (Dean had gotten Castiel a key tracker, for some reason the angel could not keep track of his house keys, along with a new toy). They’d try it out, and wear each other out, and fall asleep in each other’s arms. The whole thing was predictable down to the last detail, and Dean wouldn’t trade it for the world.