Hello everyone,

here with a new Story. Another one of my present for Christmas stories.

I have never tried writing Supernatural before, only read a lot of them. I actually only started watching the show this fall, so don't be harsh.

Originally this was supposed to become just a short one-shot but then it got to 8k+ words and I seperated it into 2 chapters. Second part follows tomorrow.

I wanted to upload it yesterday, but my Internet died before I could, sorry. So it's a day late.

It's only some Christmas fluff with Destiel and some Sabriel, settled season 10ish.

Now, since I am from Germany I am not so sure about american Christmas traditions, so please bear with it if I made a mistake.

Warnings: like I said, Destiel and Sabriel, so shounen-ai, possible OOC and slight AU (mainly reviving a charcter that should have come back long ago)

Disclaimer: Nope, no chance I own Supernatural.

Merry Christmas, my friends

Merry Christmas and a happy new year, everyone

Last Christmas I gave you my heart

But the very next day, you gave it away

This year to save me from tears

I'll give it to someone sp –

"If I have to hear that goddamned song one more time, I am going to smash something!" Dean growls as he hits the silent button on the radio.

Sam chuckles on the passenger seat of the Impala, "As far as I remember it was your idea to celebrate Christmas again for once, now that there is no pending end of the world. And for me that includes Christmas songs."

"Yeah, but that isn't a proper Christmas song," the older grumbles, his hands squeezing the steering wheel, "That's just some screeching set up with an annoying melody."

It only causes his brother's grin to spread further, "Aw, you are only pissed that Cas isn't here. Especially since you haven't seen him in two weeks."

A scowl etches itself deep into the smaller's face, but it is slightly dimmed by the tint of red on his cheeks which he desperately tries to hide, "That stupid angel has nothing to do with it."

"Of course not," Sam snickers, "It's not like you are missing your boyfriend during a time of the year which one should spend with the people you love."

"He's not my boyfriend!" Dean yells loudly, swerving the car accidently.

But it only causes the brunette to laugh harder. It's true that Dean and Cas aren't a couple officially, but judging by the scene Sam walked in on two weeks ago it's only a matter of time until they are. It's high time anyway. Sam really doesn't know how much more of their staring (aka eye-fucking) he could take. It was getting ridiculous. And as much as he enjoys teasing his brother about it he is also more than happy for him. Maybe he should get himself an angel too…

"Besides," his brother smirks, "Don't think I haven't heard you praying to Gabriel nearly every night. You want him to come back alive. What would you want with such an annoyance?"

Now it's Sam's turn to scowl and hide his cheeks, "That has nothing to do with it. He could be a big help against Crowley and Rowena. Maybe he might even have an idea on how to get rid of the Mark of Cain," he hastily tries to explain.

"Yeah right," Dean drawls, smirking over his shoulder.

"Jerk," Sam gives back.

"Bitch," Dean grins and his brother smiles back when their eyes meet.

About an hour later they have collected everything they need for their own little Christmas. Now they are back at the bunker. Sam laughs as in the struggle of getting their small tree from the car it falls and lands on his older brother. It earns him the top of said tree over the back of his head. After some runs up and down into the bunker main room and some more fighting (about the angels, what else), they finally have everything down and mostly set. What is still left are some decorations. But for now Dean has turned his attention to something else. Eggnog.

"No Christmas without something nice to drink!" he grins, rummaging around in the kitchen.

Sam only chuckles and shakes his head, turning back to the tree. A few minutes of preparing and humming later, Dean is just carrying a glass of cinnamon over to the table when…

"Hello Dean."

"Argh," the older hunter jumps nearly three feet in the air and the glass slips his fingers.

It bursts on the floor with a loud crash, glass shards spilling everywhere. Sam spins around, frowning at the sudden sound. But when he sees the reason for it, he relaxes and a smirk creeps onto his face. Dean on the other hand takes a deep breath and then turns around too. He can't help but breathe a small sigh in relief when his eyes land on the familiar figure in the trench coat. He seems unharmed. Granted the angel looks a bit worse for wear, ruffled and tired, but nonetheless okay.

"Damnit Cas!" Dean growls, "I thought we were past you appearing behind us and scaring the crap out of us every time."

"My apologies," the raven bows his head.

"It's fine," Dean sighs, "Just stop doing it again."

"Hello Castiel," Sam says, walking over to them, "But how did you even get in? I thought the bunker is angel proof."

"It is still hidden from every angel out there, don't worry. I could only come here because I know where it is," Cas turns to him, "But it seems as if there is a mistake in the warding. Or someone purposely opened it."

"Any danger right now?"

"No, heaven is relatively calm right now. I can hear nothing over the angel radio."

"Good," Dean smiles then claps the smaller man on the shoulder, "Now that you are already here you can celebrate Christmas with us."

"Celebrate Christmas with you?" the angel tilts his head in his usual I-don't-understand-expression.

"Yeah, it's something humans do," the blonde still has his hand on the trench coated shoulder, "You know, the birth of Jesus? I am sure you remember that. I know it's not the actual date but something the church made up, but it's been like that for centuries. People celebrate it. On the 25. December usually. The day before that you prepare and that's today."

"Of course I remember," Cas frowns, "But why would you celebrate it? You don't believe in god and everything that's written in the bible."

"No offence, it's kind of difficult to believe in all the holy good written there when I know that you angels are douchebags in real life," Dean jokes, "That doesn't include you of course," he hastily adds.

"Today it's more of a time to be with family, with people important to you, than the actual celebration of Jesus' birth. Mostly just to celebrate and get some happiness and peace," Sam explains, ignoring his brother.

The angel only furrows his brow, apparently mulling it over in his head. Then he nods, "I understand. I will take my leave then. I wish you fun with your festivities."

"Wait, wait, wait Cas," Dean hurriedly grips the angel's wrist, "Why are you leaving?"

"Well, you said you wanted to spend it with family and – " the seraph is stumbling over his words but the older hunter cuts him off as he shakes his head.

"You are important to us too, Cas. We both want you here. To spend Christmas with us," he clears his throat, "If you want and if you have the time that is."

Sam has to bite his lip hard not to laugh out loud. Those two are seriously idiots. Somebody should bang their heads together. So much for 'no chick-flick moments'. But he too nods in agreement to having Cas here, even though the angel is far too engrossed in staring at Dean to notice him.

"Alright, you two," the brunette grins, clapping his hands together, "Now that this is solved, stop your staring. Cas is staying so you can continue it later. Now, Dean, finish the eggnog. And you Cas, you help me put up the tree."

"Why would you lift a tree?" the angel frowns, but follows the younger Winchester anyway.

"We are going to decorate it," the brunette chuckles, "And the room around it. It's a tradition."

"But what does an evergreen tree have to do with the messiah's birth?" the angel continues.

"It's tradition, Cas," Sam repeats, "Just leave it be like that. It's important to humans and it gives them a good feeling."

"It does?" the raven steps over to the tree, carefully running a hand through the green, "For you too?"

"Yeah, it does," Sam smiles softly, "Dean and me have only very rarely had a real Christmas. When we were travelling with our father we never had money and dad was never there, so it was always kind of a bust. We still made the best of it though. Even if we had to take the presents nobody wanted," he chuckles, "Dean actually got me a Barbie doll once because we had no money and he took presents someone threw away. Since he couldn't see what was in there, he got me girl stuff."

"What is a Barbie doll?" Cas asks with a confused face, causing Sam to stop in his explanation.

"Ah, err…" he stutters, "It's a small plastic doll in the form of a person, women mostly. Usually little girls play with them, play out little stories, dress them up and so on."

"Why would anyone produce something like that?" the angel muses.

"Well, it's…" in the end Sam just chuckles and shakes his head, "You know what, forget it. It's not really important. I don't think you even know what toys are up there in heaven. Here," he grabs a box of candles and throws it at Castiel, who catches it easily but stares back confused, "They have clippers at the bottom. Pin them on the branches of the tree, we will light them up in the evening. And spread them over the whole of the tree."

It earns him another confused look but then the angel complies and pulls the first candle out.

That's it for today. Thanks for reading.

I know, Cas doesn't do that appearing/flying thing in season 10 anymore, but I needed it for effect.

Hope you liked it and please review.

See you tomorrow.