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“Dean isn’t coming over this week,” Sam mumbled after he flopped down on the couch. Castiel looked up from the kitchen table, where he was already cutting out tree-shaped cookies from a huge piece of dough.

“He cancelled? Why?” Cas knew how much seeing Dean meant to Sam, especially during Christmas. He crossed the living room of the small apartment he shared with Sam, until he was standing behind the couch. He reached out to touch Sam’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. Sam closed his eyes and let his head fall back with a sigh, not feeling in the mood to explain, apparently. Castiel leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before he walked to the front of the couch.

“Scoot,” he said, poking Sam’s hip and sitting down next to him. “It’ll be a great Christmas, okay?” Cas tried, turning to his boyfriend and cupped his face, looking at him with a small smile. He would call Dean up later and ask why he wouldn’t come over--why not spend your favorite holiday with your best friend and your brother? For now, though, he had to make sure Sam was feeling okay.

***

Turned out, Dean had to be his selfless self again, and cancel so Sam and Castiel could have some ’alone time’ during the holidays. The phone call involved Castiel calling Dean a moron and, eventually, Dean giving up and promising to come over anyway. After all, Castiel had baked so many cookies that they really needed Dean to be there.

With a satisfied feeling, Cas sneaked back into their bedroom and crawled under the covers, immediately greeted by his personal moose-limbed furnace.

Cas carefully shook Sam’s shoulder. He didn’t like disturbing his partner’s peaceful sleep, but the good news would definitely make up for it. Plus, it was still early, and Cas was sure Sam would just fall back asleep again after. Much happier, too, probably.

“Hey, Sam?” Sam made an unintelligible sound, frowned deeply, and then attempted to turn over on his side. A blush rose to Castiel’s cheeks when Sam ended up all over his lap, and he gently shook Sam again.

“Sam, I called Dean,” Cas muttered softly, stroking Sam’s floppy hair out of his face. “He is coming over for Christmas.”

Sam was quiet for a moment, and then slowly opened one eye. “Really?” he asked, carefully watching his boyfriend.

“Really,” Cas chuckled, and leaned down to kiss Sam sweetly on his lips.