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happy holidays!🎄

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The end credits to The Santa Clause rolled over the screen, and Jack looked up from his mound of blankets on the floor and grinned sleepily. “Daddy, are you Santa?”

Cas smiled, scooping up the 4-year-old from the blankets. “No, sweetheart, I’m not Santa.”

“But you have magic powers, too,” Jack said, tucking his head into Cas’ shoulder.

“Shush, that’s our secret,” Dean said, wiggling out of the blanket Cas had wrapped around them so he could squeeze Jack’s foot.

“Papa, is Daddy Santa Claus?”

Dean laughed, pressing a kiss to Jack’s forehead. “No, he isn’t. But if you don’t go to bed then Santa won’t come and give you presents tonight.”

Jack squinted at Dean, an expression so similar to Cas that Dean’s heart momentarily stuttered to a stop in his chest. “Papa, are you Santa?”

Winking, Dean tickled Jack’s foot, waiting for the sounds of muffled laughter as Jack buried himself further into Cas’ shoulder. “Go to bed, Squirt.”

Turning around, Cas caught Dean by the waist and leaned in to sneak a quick kiss. “I’ll be back down as soon as I’ve got Jack to sleep.”

“Love you,” Dean replied, kissing Cas on the lips and kissing Jack on the tip of his nose.

“Don’t forget to leave some of the cookies for Santa,” Jack mumbled tiredly, pointing at the mostly empty tray of cookies they’d all been snacking from during the movie.

“I’ll do that right now. Good night Buddy.”

“Night night Papa,” Jack said around a yawn as Cas carried the toddler out of the room and up the stairs.

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Twenty minutes later, Cas slipped back downstairs, only to see Dean had laid out a couple of eggnogs, some more popcorn, and had softly lit the fire. “I thought we could watch another movie before we put the presents out. What do you think?” Dean asked, stepping up behind Cas and wrapping his arms around his husband’s waist.

“That sounds perfect,” Cas replied, letting Dean press kisses to the back of his neck for a few moments before Cas turned in his arms and chased Dean’s mouth into a proper kiss. “Is everything ready for-?”

Dean nodded, winding a strand of Cas’ hair around his finger. “Presents are in the coat closet. And so is the outfit.”

Grinning, Cas pressed his smile against Dean’s lips. “You always like to do things 110%.”

“You know it, Sunshine,” Dean said, tugging Cas towards the couch where the opening title to The Holiday was waiting for them.

Anytime something romantic happened in the movie, Dean placed a little kiss on Cas’ face- kissing his eyebrows, his cheeks, his nose, and finally his lips. By the time the movie was over, Dean had kissed every square inch of Cas’ face and Cas’ cheeks were glowing warmly; but whether that was from the kisses, the warmth of the fire, or the eggnog, Dean wasn’t sure.

“Come on, it’s time to be Santa,” Dean said, getting up from Cas’ warm embrace as the movie ended.

“I’ll clean up this while you get changed into the outfit,” Cas replied, picking up their empty glasses.

“Deal,” Dean agreed, squeezing Cas’ hand before pulling out the Santa costume from the coat closet. By the time Cas found him a few minutes later, Dean had finished his transformation into Santa.

“You know, that’s actually quite a convincing costume,” Cas whispered, hand reaching out to graze along the soft velvet jacket. “You look good. Really good.”

“Claire helped me put it together. She claimed it had to be as authentic as possible,” Dean said, grabbing Cas’ hand and bringing it up to his lips. “Whaddaya say? Wanna help me put out the presents?”

Beaming, Cas nodded and picked up the large bag of presents that they’d all spent days wrapping. Crouching down, the two of them spent the next ten minutes laying out the never-ending mound of presents underneath the tree.

“I think this is the last one,” Dean said, pulling out a blue and silver wrapped present with Cas’ name on it, written in Dean’s handwriting, as he placed it gently with the rest of the gifts.

“Can’t I open it now?” Cas teased, standing up and slipping the empty bag from Dean’s hand as Dean stood up.

“Nope,” Dean teased, but just as he was about to say something else, an idea came to mind. Guiding Cas backwards a couple of steps, Dean nudged the angel into the doorway of the living room. “But I can give you something else.” Darting his eyes up, he glanced at the mistletoe and then back down to Cas’ lips with a soft smile. “Kiss me.”

Cas beamed, arms slipping around Dean’s waist as he pulled him closer. “I thought you’d never ask, Santa,” Cas teased right back, pressing their lips together in a warm kiss that had them both gasping softly.

“Merry Christmas, Cas,” Dean murmured against Cas’ lips.

“Merry Christmas,” Cas replied, before Dean was chasing him into another kiss. And another. And another. Until Dean was completely wrapped up in the warmth and taste of his husband.

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Jack crept down the staircase, perching on the step which gave him the best vantage point of the living room. It was finally midnight. Santa was going to come, and Jack was going to see him. Then he’d know for sure who Santa really was.

Just as he hoped, Santa came into the room with a bag full of presents a few moments later. From Jack’s position on the stairs, the couch was blocking half of the tree. But he could definitely see Santa putting presents under the tree, and that’s all he’d wanted to see.

Jack had all the proof he needed. Santa was there. In their living room. He was real. Jack stood up, excited to go tell his Dads what he’d just seen. But the toddler froze as he saw his Daddy come into view.

Why was Daddy there? Wasn’t he supposed to be in bed with Papa?

Santa was guiding his Daddy backwards until they were standing in the doorway of the living room. Right underneath the mistletoe. They were talking quietly, but Jack couldn’t hear what they were whispering about. And then it happened so fast that Jack couldn’t believe it. Cas wrapped his arms around Santa’s waist, and then leaned forward to kiss him.

Daddy was kissing Santa Claus! Under the mistletoe!

Kissing!

Daddy was kissing Santa.

Oh. Oh. Jack just had to go and tell someone.

Tip-toeing back up the stairs, Jack rushed down the hall and opened the spare bedroom door. “Uncle Sam! Aunt Eileen! Wake up. I just saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus!” Jack cried, rushing towards the bed and jumping onto the mattress.

“You saw what?” Sam asked sleepily, as Eileen fumbled for the light.

“Daddy! Daddy was downstairs. And he was kissing Santa under the mistletoe!”

Eileen started to giggle, hand coming up to cover her mouth as Sam reached out and snagged Jack.

“They were kissing, huh?” Sam asked, burying a smile into Jack’s hair.

“Yes, Uncle Sam. Santa is real and he was kissing Daddy. Oh no. What about Papa? Daddy cheated on Papa with Santa Claus! We need to go tell Papa right now,” Jack said, starting to scramble on the bed.

But Sam stopped him, tucking the toddler between him and Eileen in the bed. Flashing Eileen a wink, they both wrapped an arm around Jack. “It’s not cheating if Papa is Santa though, right?” Sam asked, poking Jack in the ribs.

Jack scrunched his eyebrows for a second before his eyes lit up in excitement. “I knew it! Papa is Santa! Just like The Santa Clause. My papa is Santa!” Jack cheered happily.

“Shush, it’s a secret,” Sam said, giving Jack a boop on the nose.

“I will keep this secret forever,” Jack replied, dropping his head and snuggling up under the covers. His Papa was Santa. The coolest job in the world. Jack had the best Dads ever. His Daddy was an Angel. And his Papa was Santa.

For Day 20 of @metallicanatural and @starrynightdeancas (that’s me) B&B’s Holiday Advent Calendar Event

Watch A Classic Christmas Movie/Read A Classic Christmas Book // Mistletoe // “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus”

Also a special gift for @tootiredmotel (happy birthday gen I love you!)

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Day 1 of B & B’s Holiday Advent Calendar Event 🎄 Decorate the Tree // Tree Topper // “Deck the Halls”

[floral-cas]

created for @starrynightdeancas and @drgarth's Christmas advent calendar event! day one: decorate the tree

Cas and Dean are in their lake house and they've decorated a small tree. They're very proud of it and had Jack take a picture of them :)

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@starrynightdeancas and @drgarth’s advent calendar event day three: watch a hallmark christmas movie

“This doesn’t make any sense. It’s literally the same story over and over,” Dean complains, slumped back on the couch, face pressed into Cas’s shoulder.

They’re three movies into the Hallmark Christmas movie marathon on television. Cas and Jack had insisted on watching it when they stumbled on the channel. Much more enthusiastic than Dean, Sam and Eileen had fixed everyone hot chocolate before settling into the other couch.

Jack perks from his spot in the floor, leaning against Cas’s leg. “I like them.”

“I mean…Yeah, me too.” Dean feels his face flush. Because it’s still a chick flick. “That doesn’t mean they’re good.”

Cas nods. “Enjoying something isn’t dependent on the quality.”

“Yeah, exactly. But they could at least get a little more creative.” Dean waves around the arm that’s not wrapped around Cas. “There’s always like some big city lawyer and a small town that’s weirdly obsessed with Christmas and a business that’s about to shut down, but then they rediscover the meaning of Christmas and fall in love and save the family business or something.”

Cas sits up, dislodging a disgruntled Dean’s arm, and takes a sip of his hot chocolate. “I appreciate the storyline.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re a sap, babe.”

“Really?” Sam gives him an incredulous look over Eileen’s head. “Cas is the sap. You’re the one trying to merge into Cas’s side and actually getting invested in these movies.”

“I’m not as bad as these two,” Dean says, tucking himself into Cas’s side as the angel sits back and wraps an arm around him. He’s not gonna argue the cuddling thing. He can’t help that Cas is comfortable as hell.

“You were yelling at the movie earlier.”

“She didn’t know why he really left, Sam! She didn’t know he loved her!”

“Yeah, okay,” Sam says, not convinced, “You seem to feel pretty strongly about these movies.”

“The story is still compelling. That’s how they’re able to make millions of them.”

A chill has Dean shivering, and Cas reaches over him to pull up their blanket from where it had shifted down in his rant, tucking it around both of their shoulders. Ignoring Sam’s smug side eye, Dean nestles into his chest, the material of Cas’s sweater soft and warm under his cheek.

Once he’s settled in, he takes a moment to marvel at the fact that this is his life now. He’s watching dumb Christmas chick flicks with his family, his kid sitting cross-legged in the floor, his brother and sister-in-law signing to each other and trying to not disturb the movie with their giggling, his angel wrapped around him. If he were in one of those movies, he’d call it a Christmas miracle.

“I’m rather fond of these movies,” Cas says, contemplative, his chest rumbling as he speaks, “It’s very similar to our lives.”

Dean snorts. “What? How are these movies anything like our lives?”

Cas looks at Dean like the answer is obvious. “Am I not the big city businesswoman secretly looking to escape her busy life and intolerable law firm? And are you not the humble yet charming lumberjack with the heart of gold who shows the businesswoman what really matters in life?”

“Uh…I guess.” Dean is too dumbfounded to make a smart comment about Cas calling him charming.

“And then they work together to defy the law firm and save the Christmas tree farm and fall in love.”

“Yeah,” Dean says quietly, a slow smile spreading across his face despite his burning cheeks, “I guess we are a Christmas movie.”

It’s the cheesiest thing Dean has ever heard. Although most of the things Cas says are pretty cheesy. But Dean has spent years getting used to Cas being painfully earnest about everything, including Hallmark movies. And he loves it.

“I’d watch that movie,” Jack pipes up, adding more whipped cream to his hot chocolate.

Dean smiles, finding Cas’s hand under the blanket. “Me too, kid.”

They’re well into the fourth movie when the protagonist slips on a patch of ice and the love interest catches them. They share a tense moment, a heated look, the music swells, and then they’re kissing.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Dean scoffs, “That never happens. No one does that.”

“Dude, just enjoy the movie,” Sam whispers, careful not to jostle Eileen where she’s asleep on his shoulder.

Cas says nothing, pressing a kiss into his hair. Dean melts into his side under the touch and mutters, “Not realistic.”

Under the lull of the movie and gentle fingers running through his hair, Dean’s eyes start to grow heavy, his head dipping down into the blanket tucked around his neck, and his eyes finally drift shut.

When the marathon ends well into the night, Cas gently shakes Dean awake, and Jack helps Sam and Eileen put their mugs and blankets away.

Cas catches Dean’s hand as he starts to shuffle towards their room. “Jack wanted us to go outside before we went to bed.”

“Seriously?” Dean rubs his eye. “The kid’s already asleep. Can’t this wait until morning?”

“He was very insistent.”

Dean sighs. “Okay. Let me get my boots and jacket.”

Opening the bunker door, Dean sucks in a breath as the cold air hits his face. He blinks against the wind and his eyes grow wide at what he sees. Soft flecks of white flutter down, dusting the ground in white.

“Uh, Cas? Were we supposed to have snow tonight?”

Cas steps up to his side. “No.” He turns his face up to the sky, a slow smile growing on his face.

Dean tugs his collar higher and trudges out into the snow. The night is quiet, the forest softer with the layer of snow, every step muffled under his boots. It’s nice, peaceful.

Perks of having a god for a kid.

He chuckles under his breath and turns to Cas and—

His foot slips out from under him and he tips back, arms spinning to right himself. “Woah!”

A strong arm wraps around his waist and hauls him upright, pulling him in close. Dean’s hands fly up to grip Cas’s arms, his eyes wide, breath puffing between them.

They’re close enough for Dean to pinpoint the different shades of blue in Cas’s eyes, the gentle crease of laugh lines at the corners. There are snowflakes in his hair, giving him a soft halo.

The angel smiles at him, something small and soft and maybe a little smug.

Dean huffs. “Shut up.” And he kisses him.

Cas hums into his mouth and pulls him closer, wrapping his arms around him tighter as Dean brings his hands up to cradle the angel’s face. He’s warm, he thinks distantly.

After a few slow seconds, Dean barely draws back and murmurs against his lips, “If you tell Sam about this, I’ll kill you.”

“Of course,” Cas says, already leaning in for another kiss.

Maybe it’s cliche. Maybe it’s cheesy. But if Dean’s life is kind of like a weird Christmas movie where he gets to be swept up in Cas’s arms and kissed in the snow, he doesn’t mind.

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for @starrynightdeancas & @drgarth‘s B & B’s Christmas Advent Calendar

↳ Day 5: Red Pickup Truck + Dean & Miracle [caption in alt text]

[emeraldcas]

fic summary: dean & cas try to navigate the holidays while pining for each other & being ridiculous awkward & fond.

12k, general audiences, 8 chapters 🎅

Excerpt: Cas stops his frantic pacing and flops down in the chair by his desk. What is he supposed to do now? Should he go back there? Go back to the kitchen, and Dean, and risk it all on a maybe, on a feeling? He scratches at his forehead and tries to puzzle it out. He wants so badly to be logical and objective, but his mind just keeps flipping back to that look in Dean’s eyes. A look that felt like a question, like a prayer. Please help me. Please guide me across this invisible wall we’ve spent years building. Please give us a chance. Cas shakes his head and tries not to fall down the rabbit hole of maybe and ifs. He could be reading this completely wrong. If he goes back to that room and does something now, he might lose everything that matters most to him.  

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*link to each chapter below or read the full thing on my ao3

- chapter 1: the hallmark movie

- chapter 2: the christmas sweater

- chapter 3: the gift

- chapter 4: the list

- chapter 5: the scarf

- chapter 6: the wish

- chapter 7: the roof

- chapter 8: christmas day

✨tag list under the cut. I know some ppl have already read it but I like the idea of having a masterpost now that it's done 💚

@floorcas @postpunkdean @faithlesshunter @buglovescas @thenightwemetnatural @jactingjoices @justcastiel @reblogging4thewin @caskarass @supernatural-jaeger @milfcodeddean @aheartofgold @destieldisaster @casenergies @pointyearedelvishprincling @theehunterhusbands @zorelle @bluishorange @thedestielshow @saileen-away @acl829 @magickastiel @shakespeareintellectualbadass @alltoowellcas @blue-eyed-cutiepatootie @10x02 @riverdean @charlesgunn @outoftouchthursdayschild @hellericarus @pinkinthenightdean @lizzybennettdarcy @fandoms-and-things @destielfactory @doublebill @mistletoeforcas @famouspsychicpizzabandit @dean-you-assbutt-cas-loves-you @aristocas21 @saratsuzuki @waywardonesfilms @naturallyathief @skinnylittlewimp @oh-no-oh-no-oh-no-oh-no-oh-no @ambroseasylum @sansasworld @rh0nda-hurley @fanguuuuuurl @hexamarillion @vampyrosa

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Sleigh Ride + frosted peppermint

for @starrynightdeancas and @drgarth's holiday advent calendar