Author's Note: Mmm. Gingerbread people. And there is no such thing as too much eggnog. No. Such. Thing.

Nathaniel didn't have to ring the doorbell twice, but he did. Doing so would prompt Castiel to hurry up and let him in, out of the frigid blizzard that descended upon the day. And even if there wasn't a gale blasting him from behind and endless snowflakes collecting on his head, he would've rang the doorbell twice just to annoy him.

Just when Nathaniel was certain he was going numb because he couldn't feel himself shivering anymore, Castiel answered the door, hair thrown up in a loose ponytail and lounge pants sagging. He scrutinized Nathaniel with a critical scowl. "Why should I let you in?" he greeted.

"I come bearing gifts," Nathaniel replied drily, holding up a paper bag about six times too big for its contents.

"That doesn't look like a very festive gift bag."

"I used wrapping paper."

Castiel gave a grunt of acceptance and sidled back. "Hurry on in then, the heat is on and you're letting it out."

Nathaniel shuffled in and softly kicked the door closed behind him. Castiel took the bag without another word and pawed through it while the blonde removed his coat with frozen fingertips.

"Hey! You liar! This shit isn't wrapped! A lighter and...What is this? A stick of gum? You're fucking cheap!"

"I didn't have to get you anything at all. Be grateful and yes, it is. Pineapple flavor, I think." Rolling his eyes, Nathaniel wandered to the couch and slumped down into the cushions. "Besides, you didn't get me anything."

"I let you in. That's enough." Castiel sauntered to the living room and dumped the the bag on the coffee table, plopping down right next to Nathaniel.

"Letting me in is doing yourself a favor," Nathaniel scoffed. "Otherwise you'd be here alone with yourself and your dog on Christmas Eve. And that's just pathetic." He flashed a little grin and patted him on the cheek in mock sympathy.

"Don't touch me!" Castiel jerked back. "Your fingers are like fucking icicles." And with that, he took Nathaniel's hands in his own and begrudgingly rubbed to warm them up. "And I'm not pathetic. I'm happy to be alone. Nobody likes those big Christmas dinners with family. Everybody who says they do is lying. It's pure torture. You have to humor all your relatives and sit through their boring conversations, and actually try to act like you care. And half the stuff you get is stuff you don't even want. I bet the whole reason you're here right now is so you don't have to suffer through all of that family/holiday shit."

"But I have the option of suffering through it. You don't, and I bet that just burns," Nathaniel's chirruped gloatingly. Castiel stopped rubbing his hands and glowered, his nails biting into the blonde's flesh.

"Bullshit. I couldn't care less about any of that. And I take it back, avoiding that shit isn't why you're here. You're here just because you want to ruin my day."

"Why not both?" Nathaniel shrugged. "And I'll even throw in a third reason."

"I'm not sure I want to hear it."

He didn't want to hear it? Fine, then Nathaniel wouldn't say it. He turned and smartly pressed his lips to Castiel's.

"Your mouth is still cold," Castiel muttered against the chapped skin.

"Make it hot," goaded Nathaniel, fingers lifting and threading through scarlet locks.

"Bossy." A mirthful smirk tweaked his lips.

And then those lips were smashing to Nathaniel's, and their teeth were clacking, and their tongues were grappling in between their traded breaths. It wasn't very long before they were rolling off the couch and onto the floor, limbs tangling and clothing lost on the way.