Destiel Advent 2012

11

Dean, Sam and Castiel each need a gingerbread house to get into the Christmas party at the community center. And they need to get into the community center because there's a ghost that's about to massacre a gymnasium full of people at exactly 8:42.

It's not as easy as Dean would have thought though. He squeezes the bag of icing a little too hard and it just falls apart and leaves the entire roof covered in white frosting. "Damn."

"You need to go slower," Sam tells him while he fixes the marshmallow snowman next to his gumdrop walkway.

"I don't know why we just didn't buy some pre-made houses," Dean complains and sucks the icing off his fingers.

"Sold out."

"Would you like some help?" Castiel asks looking up from his nearly finished house. He had finished most of the house an hour ago and was now placing chocolate wafers on the roof to from shingles. "It's much easier once you realize that the building principles are similar to an actual house. Except, instead of mortar and concrete you use icing and candy."

"No, I'm throwing this in the trash where it belongs." Dean picks up the ugly house, takes a bite out of the gingerbread door and drops the rest in the garbage can.

"Great, how do you plan on getting in now?" Sam rolls his eyes. Dean digs a pen out of his coat pocket and pulls out a pen. He grabs on of the name tags and scribbles something on it before sticking it on to the cake platter Castiel's house rested on.

"Kirk and John Paul Hammet," Castiel reads out. "I don't understand."

"We're married now," Dean declares and moves his ring onto his left hand. "Means we only need one house."

"The sad part is, that's not the worst reason people have gotten married," Sam sighs.

"Well," Dean grins and grabs a beer out of the fridge. "I'm gonna go watch some TV. When you're done, you can make me a sandwich, babycakes."

"Don't overdo it, Dean," Sam warns. Dean slaps Castiel's ass on the way out and the angel looks a little flustered at the sudden change of events. "You okay?"

Castiel's eyes fall down to the house he's worked so hard on. "I don't know how I feel about Dean taking credit for my work."

"Oh," Sam adjusts the Smartie lights, "guess you should have said something before Dean bound you in holy matrimony."

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