#spnadvent2019

Warnings: fluff! Language, Sam and Cas being little shits

Pairings: Dean x reader

A/N: for @notfunnydean ‘s christmas advent day 9! I’ve done one of these before, so I hope you like this one just as much!

Word count: 965

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“Cas.. cas c’mere for a second.” Sam whispered. Castiel turned around and Sam was peeking out from behind a door. He looked over at Dean and y/n, who were watching some movie, arguing whether it was a christmas movie or not. “Die hard is not a christmas movie! Even Bruce Willis said so!” “But it came out on christmas eve!! Of course it’s a christmas movie!” Nodding he slipped in the door into the room beside Sam.

“We’ve got to do something about them.” Sam said as Castiel closed the door. “About who?” Cas asked. Sam rolled his eyes. “The lovebirds on the couch over there! Oh come on Cas. You see it too right? They’re head over heels for each other.” He exclaimed. Castiel shrugged. “Y/n and Dean always said they’re just friends and I -,” he started. “Bullshit.” Sam cut in. “Bullshit?” Castiel said. Sam sighed. “They’re not just friends. Dean acts weird around her. He always tries to show off. It’s annoying.” He said. “I guess...” Cas muttered. “So are you in?” Sam asked. After a few seconds, Cas nodded. Earning a smile from Sam.

“Hey Cas. Whatcha got there?” Y/n said, frightening Castiel. She always snuck up on him. On purpose. She said it was payback for all the times he popped up beside her. “Um - nothing...” he said, quickly shoving the object under his trenchcoat. “Oh come on. Please? It’s only me..” she begged, trying to get around Cas to see what it was. “It’s nothing.” He said, before disappearing from sight.

“Got the stuff?” Sam asked as Castiel stumbled into the kitchen. “Yes. It was close though. Y/n almost saw it. I had to - well - zap out of there. I’m sure she’s a little suspicious.” Cas said placing the little pot of herbs on front of him. “Mistletoe. I don’t understand Sam. Why do we need it?” The angel asked. Sam laughed. “It’s like a tradition Cas. If two people walk under mistletoe. They have to kiss. It’ll be a great way for them to confess how they feel.” He said proudly, holding up a piece. “What if they don’t?” Cas asked. “Don’t what?” Sam said, putting the mistletoe back in the jar and screwing on the lid. “Don’t have - feelings. What if they really are just friends?” Castiel stated. Sam shook his head. “I guess we’ll see.” He said.

“Hey Dean?” Y/n asked, knocking on Dean’s open door. He was sitting cross legged on the bed, eyes closed and music playing through his old record player. AC/DC. One of her favourite songs, Hells Bells. Dean didn’t hear her over the loud song, so she sighed and sat down beside him. Laying her head on his shoulder. “Y/n? I didn’t hear you come in.” He said, reaching over and turning off the music. “Yeah. Cas says I’m very quiet. I don’t think so though.” She muttered. “What’s up?” He asked, shuffling back beside her so she could rest against him again.

She sighed. “Are Cas and Sam acting weird to you?” She asked, looking up at him. He chuckled. “I dunno. They’re always weird don’t you think?” He said. She shrugged. “Yeah. But weirder than normal.” Y/n mumbled, fiddling with a lose string on Dean’s bed. “Hmm. I haven’t really noticed. I’m sure it’s nothing y/n. Don’t worry.” He said, rubbing circles on her back. She nodded and leaned away from him, collapsing down on the bed. “Maybe I’m just paranoid.” She said. Dean laughed. “You’re a hunter. Hunter’s are paranoid.” He pointed out. “I guess you’re right.” She muttered. “I’m always right.” Dean said. “No way. You said Die Hard wasn’t a christmas movie.” She said with a smile. “Oh my god how many times do I have to tell you -,” Dean started again.

“I’m telling you! Even Bruce Willis said so. Die hard is not a christmas movie!” Dean argued as him and y/n made their way to the library. “Oh my god Dean. It obvoiusly is! It came out on christmas eve!” Y/n argued back. “Stop! Stop right there!” Sam shouted suddenly. Y/n and Dean looked at him confused. He pointed upwards, a large grin on his face. “What - oh...” Dean said looking up. “It’s mistletoe!” Castiel said from behind them. “Cas.. sam.. what are you..” Y/n said, trying to stay calm. “Well. Go on. Don’t worry we won’t look.” Sam said with the shit eating grin still on his face.

For the spn advent by @notfunnydean

Day 4: Eggnog

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Dean hated to admit it, but he loved eggnog. It’s sweet creamy base mixed with a small bit of brandy made it one of his many guilty pleasures. He would make it every christmas for Sammy when they were younger, using his mothers recipe. He never added brandy until he got older of course.

“Cas?” He asked as he saw the trenchcoated angel stumbling down the bunker hall, his arms full with groceries and a santa hat flopping to the side on his head. “Yes Dean?” Cas replied, steadying himself on the wall. Dean looked at the items in his arms and at the hat, “you need a hand there?” He asked. “I - um, no.” The angel said his face going a bright red. Dean reached up and fixed the hat on his head. “Okay then. See you later I guess....” Dean trailed off as Castiel rushed back down the hall. ‘Weird.’ Dean thought to himself.

About an hour later, Dean made his way to the kitchen, he hadn’t eaten anything all day. On his way, he heard a clatter of pans and pots falling to the ground. He also heard Castiel cursing in what seemed like enochian. Laughing, he knocked on the door. “You okay in there Cas?” Dean asked. “Yes- I - I’m okay!” He replied. Dean chuckled again. “You sure? It sounded like something fell.” He said. “No no don’t worry. Nothing’s wrong Dean.” Castiel said before another small crash came from the kitchen. “All right then. I’ll leave you to it.” Dean muttered to himself as Cas continued cursing, this time in both english and enochian.

“All done.” Sam anounced. Dean looked up from his laptop to see a christmas tree covered in tinsel, lights and decorations standing in the library. “Sam.. seriously? A christmas tree?” He retorted. Sam shot him a look before walking back over to the table. “Shut up Dean. I just want to have a nice christmas for once. It’s bad enough that I’m hunting for the next week.” He muttered, zipping up the duffel bag he had. “Yeah about that. You sure you don’t want me to come with you? I’m not very happy about you going on your own..” Dean said. Sam just gave him a smile. “Don’t be ridiculous Dean. Enjoy your christmas okay?” He said, placing a christmas hat on Dean’s head as he walked out the door. “Yeah yeah whatever.” He muttered.

It was later on and Dean hadn’t seen Castiel all day. He worried about the angel sometimes. It was only until about seven that he made an appereance. Dean saw him trudging into the library, a big tray in hand and a bigger smile on his face. “What are you so happy about?” Dean said as he got closer. “Look! I made eggnog!” Cas said proudly, placing the tray on front of Dean. He looked at it in awe. Two big glasses of creamy eggnog, a slice of pie and some ice cream. “Sam said you really like it, but you won’t admit it. He also gave me your mother’s old recipe. Sorry if I messed up. I tried my best.” Castiel said.

“Cas... thank you.” Dean muttered. “Try some!” The angel said giddily. Dean nodded and picked up one of the glasses, taking a sip. “Wow. This is excatly like how my mom used to make it.” He said in shock, drinking more. Cas let out a sigh of relief. “Good. I can’t really taste food or drink so I wasn’t sure if I messed up or if it was going to taste bad or -,” he was cut off by Dean wrapping his arms around him, burying his head in his neck. “Thank you.” He said again. Cas hugged back, not wanting to let go of Dean. They stayed like that for a while, and Dean had never been more thankful for a glass of god damn eggnog.

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A/N: sorry I’m not really doing these in order. It’s the 11th and I’m doing day 1. But I need to catch up somehow. For @notfunnydean ‘s spnadventcalender2019. This is sort of based on Last Christmas. The movie.

Pairings: castiel x reader

Warnings: none

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I’ve always loved where I worked. A small little christmas shop that opened three months a year. It had a variety of toys, decorations and trees ... but we were most well known for our gorgeous snow globes. Snowmen, reindeer and cities from all over the world, captured in a small glass ball. I adored them.

“You’re late.” I said as Charlie walked through the door. The bell above the door fell as she slammed the door shut behind her. “That’s your first job.” I grinned gesturing at the fallen bell. She gave me a look and stuck out her tounge. “Hello?” Said a voice from the other side of the counter. “Oh yes sorry.” I muttered. I picked up the small nutcracker and scanned it in. “That’ll be six fifty.” I said. The woman smiled and gave me the money, avoiding Charlie as she went out the door. I sighed. We weren’t making as much profit this year.

“Cas this is ridiculous. Christmas is stupid.” Said a gruff voice from the door. Three men had just walked in, all tall and quite scary looking. I cast an eye at the shotgun under the counter. I’ve had two attempted robberys before. “Dean it’s not stupid. I read about it on the news. It’s one of the most celebrated events in the world.” Another man said. Who I assumed was Cas. “Yeah yeah whatever.” Dean muttered. “Can you just let Castiel have a christmas?” The taller one grumbled. Dean rolled his eyes as the trenchcoated man began wandering around the shop.

“Hello. Can I help you boys with something?” I asked polietly as the conversation between them went silent. Dean looked me up and down and grinned. I hated how skimpy these santa costumes were. “Well sweetheart I-,” he was cut off by Charlie bursting through the door. She had been on a lunch break. “Dean! Sam! Oh my god!” She squealed throwing herself into Dean’s arms. “Charlie?” Sam asked, looking at me. I shrugged. “This is where I work now! Isn’t it great? Oh - this is y/n.” Charlie said, pulling me out from behind the counter. “Yeah. We’ve met.” Dean said grinning. “No actually we haven’t. And I don’t intend to.” I said, folding my arms over my chest. Dean’s grin faltered a small bit, making Charlie laugh. “You’re charm won’t work on her Dean.” She said.

“Uh guys. What do you think of these?” Cas said suddenly. Emerging from the depths of my shop with an armful of snowglobes. Dean sighed and shook his head. “Yeah those seem.. great Cas.” Sam grimaced. Cas looked at me with his big blue eyes and my heart fluttered a small bit. “Okay. Just - uh - bring them up here.” I said awkwardly, walking over to the counter. Charlie gave me a knowing smirk. “Shut up.” I told her as she elbowed me in the ribs. “Well someone has caught feelings for a certain blue eyed angel.” She said sticking her tounge out. Cas gave her a confused look. “Well someone has caught feelings for a certain blonde haired barista that works two shops down.” I replied without missing a beat. “Touche.” Charlie agreed.

A/N: okay so the last two spn advent fics i wrote got a surprising amount of love and attention so i hope this one is just as good. The credit for the spn advent goes to @notfunnydean . Love you!

Pairings: dean x reader (gender not specified)

Warnings: none!

Word count: 775

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“Dean. I’m cold.” I muttered from the back seat of the impala. “And?” He asked gruffly. I scrunched my nose and rested my head against the door, pulling my jacket tighter around my body. “Can you turn up the heat?” I asked. Dean sighed. “It’s up to the max.” He replied. I let out a little ‘hmph’ and curled up closer to the window. We had been traveling for a while now, I didn’t know if Dean was lost or... “The snow is very heavy. You sure you don’t want to pull over?” I said after a while. “I’m fine. I just want to find this motel and take a hot shower. Sam didn’t excatly give very good directions.” He grumbled.

Dean may have spoken too soon. The snow fell heavier and heavier. I was sure it was a full blown blizzard. “I think I have to pull over. This weather will destroy baby’s engine. I can barely see either.” Dean said in defeat, carefully driving baby over to the side of the road. I let out a grunt in agreement. I was hugging my knees up to my chest, desperate for any type of warmth. “You okay back there?” He asked after baby was parked, his green eyes piercing into my own. He always made my heart beat faster, and my words slushed, and right now, all I wanted was to curl up with him on front of a large fireplace while watching some cringey christmas movie.

“I’m fine. Just kinda cold.” I muttered. He gave me a sad smile. “The snow broke baby’s heating. It will just go downhill from here.” He said. I sighed and looked back out the window. Wiping the condensation off with my hand, I noticed something. “Dean! Look. Smoke! Smoke must mean a house right?” I said hopping up. Dean peered out the window and grimaced. “I dunno. It could be some physco killer for all we know.” He pointed out. “Or a nice old lady that makes us tea and cookies and tells us stories until the snow goes away.” I said hopefully.

“Look at you. Always looking at the bright side of things.” Dean chuckled. “Shut up. I don’t know about you. But I’m cold and I’m going.” I said in a mockingly cross voice. I opened the car door and stepped outside into the cold air. The snow was beating down hard and I could barely see the smoke. There was a thick forest surrounding it. I pulled up my hood and took a step forward before I heard baby’s door open and close and Dean cursing. “Son of a - y/n! Please come on!” He shouted. I shook my head and continued walking. “Dammit.” He muttered, catching up to me. “Well at least let me come with you.” He said.

Dean had his blade in hand and gun in his belt. He insisted on leading the way, and holding my hand in case we got seperated or lost. His hand felt cold but nice against mine. I was lucky it was snowing so hard, Dean wasn’t able to see the shades of red I went. We walked for a while through the woods. The smoke was getting clearer, and soon I could see the sillouhette of a cottage. “That looks lovely.” I said as we got closer. “Mhmm. Still bet it’s a phsyco.” Dean replied. “Shut up.” I muttered, making Dean chuckle.

I knocked on the front door. Dean was behind me, his blade was tucked away, but still in easy access. I felt my heart race as the door unlocked, Dean squeezed my hand tighter. One lock, two locks, three locks - click. “Hello?” A woman in her late forties or early fifties opened the door. She was wearing a big red sweater and a pair of whitewashed jeans. “Hi - um - I was just wondering if-,” I started. “You could give us directions to the Green Fern Motel?” Dean cut in. I shot him a look and he gave me a smirk. “Well my dears. You’re here! Are you two with the tall guy? What’s his name.. Sam? Sam! Sam your friends are here!” The woman called.