"Dean, I do not understand the significance of a plant."
25 days of fic: Mistletoe
Dean’s cheeks flushed as he looked up. Of course there had to be frigging mistletoe between him and Cas, of course. Dean was just glad that Cas’ complete lack of human knowledge was actually beneficial here, not like any other time because hey, how fucking hard was it to realise that when humans were in the shower they didn’t want an angel to come flying in?
"Haha, Dean, Dean, look up," Sam appeared from nowhere, pointing upwards, laughing his head off and Dean had to tell himself that it was wrong to shoot your brother and that he would almost certainly regret it in the morning.
"Shut up Sammy," Dean growled back and Jesus, he was blushing again like a little girl.
Castiel looked up and frowned, gently poking the stupid thing “Dean, I do not understand the significance of a plant.”
"It’s mistletoe, you’re supposed to kiss," Sam offered helpfully which got him a glare from Dean.
"Oh," Castiel tilted his head to the side, doing the whole staring into Dean’s soul thing.
"We don’t have to kiss really Cas," Dean grunted and he was totally not looking at Cas’ lips, wondering what they would feel like against his, nope, not at all.
"Oh," Castiel replied and fuck, was that dejection in his eyes? No, it’s not, Dean told himself, Castiel does not want to kiss you, nor will he ever want to.
“Er, it is Christmas tradition Dean,” Sam added, looking back and forth between Dean and Cas, his eyes twinkling.
"It’s Christmas tradition," Castiel repeated and before Dean could even reply, he’d gripped onto Dean’s shirt, pulling him towards him, smacking their lips together. A sound of surprise came out of Dean but he stopped as Cas flitted his tongue into his mouth, and Jesus, Cas was good at this. A moan escaped his lips and without a thought his hands were in Cas’ hair and it all felt so good.
“Ugh, guys?” Sam asked dubiously.
But Dean and Cas were too busy to reply. Castiel twirled Dean around so he was up against the wall, their bodies pressed against each other.
"I’m, er, going to go," Sam said awkwardly before running out of the motel room as quickly as he could.
Cas broke the kiss, his hands still trailing Dean’s chest and stomach “I like Christmas traditions.”
"I’m beginning to like ‘em too," Dean smirked, kissing Castiel, pressing the bodies even closer.
Thank fucking God for mistletoe.