Okay, so this for @cloudyjenn for the fic exchange. Sorry for any typos since I had to do this on my itouch and its tiny keyboard, plus I'm not much of a writer to begin with :/ so... Hope you like it anyways.



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Dean blinked when the new kid was just suddenly THERE and very much in his personal space. "I'm the one who drew your name and picked you from the raffle." Dean knew this Secret Santa thing would be creepy, but staring into those bright, unwavering saphire eyes, he thinks he likes it.

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Dean had drawn a chick's name -Lisa- from the class' SS box, so that was easy enough to take care of. He picked up a frouffy at-home spa/bath kit from the drugstore on his way home from school the same day the names were drawn. So he didn't have to worry about it until the actual gift exchange in 3 weeks.

Despite all the trouble he'd gone to so he wouldnt have to be bothered by this whole Secret Santa thing, with all the staring that Castiel kid was doing, he had a hard time forgetting about it. Dean couldn't help but wonder if all the super-focused attention meant his gift would be either totally awesome, like the new Led Zeppelin Special Edition Live DVD, or totally creepy, like a wedding scrapbook with cut-out Dean and Castiel heads. Whichever it was, he realized he honestly couldn't wait to find out.

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So on the day before Christmas break, after he'd given Lisa her bath kit and recieved a genuine smile of gratitude in return, he was more than a little disappointed to see what appeared to be nothing more than a standard-sized Christmas card in Castiel's hands. He didn't even entertain the possibility that the gift might be something like concert tickets since the entire class had been given a spending limit of 25 bucks for their gifts.

Castiel's gaze was as direct and intense as ever as he walked up to Dean and handed him the green envelope before walking away without a word or backward glance. Dean gaped after him before turning his attention back to the envelope in his hands, ripping it open and fumbling open the card to see nothing more than a time and address hastily scrawled beneath a company-printed greeting to 'Have a Merry Christmas.' Now Dean could admit that Castiel was pretty good-looking -oh alright so he was pretty epically hot if he was really being honest with himself. But if this was some bizarre, convoluted way of asking him out then Dean wasn't sure if he could confidently say he'd go.

In the end, it was Sam that actually convinced him to meet Castiel at the address specified in the card, so he was only 20 minutes late. He pulled his dad's old Impala into what looked to be a normal driveway leading up to a normal house, and got out. The front door was opened almost immediately by Castiel who walked out towards him in a rather thin-but-lumpy looking trench coat, with his arms holding it closed from the inside instead of in the sleeves.

"I wasn't sure you'd come, but your brother called and said you were on your way." he explained at Dean's inquisitive look, which -if anything- only intensified.

"You know Sam?" Castiel cocked his head in a manner Dean refused to call adorable.

"Of course. I had to consult with him on the matter of your gift." Now Dean was really confused.

"Uh, you know you really didn't have to-" he cut off as Castiel opened his coat and pulled out a german shepherd puppy he'd obviously been keeping warm in his arms, and held him out to Dean. The puppy cocked his head in an almost mirror immitation of the boy holding him, and Dean felt his heart melt a little inside his chest as he immediately named him Misha in his head. It just seemed to fit.

"He's fully trained and Sam assured me both he and your father were alright with having a dog in the house." Dean's arms reached out as if on autopilot and collected Misha against his chest, speechless. "Do you... like him?"

Dean's eyes shot up from their amazed study of the puppy in his arms, surprised at the audible worry in Castiel's voice. "Like him?! Dude! I... You..." unable to find the words, he freed one of his arms to grab at the thick wind-tousled hair he hadn't been able to stop thinking about for 3 weeks, pulling the other boy towards him, and pressed a sweet kiss against slightly chapped lips.

When he pulled away, Castiel's usually steady blue eyes were unfocused and twinkling before they regained their focus and zeroed in on Dean's lips. Yeah, thought Dean as Cas dove in hungrily for another -deeper- kiss and squished a protesting Misha between their chests, he definitely liked this Secret Santa thing.


La Fin

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