Summary: When Sam and Dean arrive in Evergreen, Vermont to investigate a string of disappearances, Dean is not exactly in the holiday spirit. Disillusioned by his stint in hell and recent conflict with angels–not to mention missing people–he feels like there just isn’t much to celebrate. Well, that is until he meets Castiel, a local who exudes the Christamas spirit, and Dean’s cold heart begins to melt with sip after sip of the local hot cocoa. What Dean doesn’t know is that Cas has been hurt before and is shy to give his heart to someone just passing through. It will take all of Cas’ best friend, Libby, and Sam’s ingenuity–and maybe a little Christmas miracle–to unwrap all the hidden feelings the two are hiding from each other.
Relationship: Dean Winchester/Castiel
Tags: Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, Hallmark, Hallmark Christmas Fic, Christmas, Meet-Cute, Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence - Season 4, Hunter Dean Winchester, Hunter Sam Winchester, Human Castiel, Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Decorations, Hot Chocolate, Cliche, Chef Castiel, Diners, Christmas Romance, Romance, Flirting
Special Shout-outs: To @castielwnovak for the beautiful cover art designed like a Hallmark movie poster! To @unamusedelipsis for helping with the amazing summary and title! To @carry-on-my-wayward-hunter for being my incredible beta!
To my first love, and my last, Dean Winchester. These are the things I want to tell you: the human body is 60% water. The number of neurons in one person is the rough equivalent of the number of stars in a small galaxy. There is 0.2 milligrams of gold in your blood. The heart is an elaborate engine. I love you. [Written by: Nhixxie, Art by: Cloud]
Summary: One day Cas says, “Stars died for you, Dean Winchester”, against ruffled hair perched atop sun kissed skin and sleepy eyes. Dean stirs, moving to spread his palms against the contour of Cas’ back, tips of fingers languidly strumming the indentations of his spine. One, two, three, four, he counts, the closest he could get to scientifically studying the anatomy of the human body.
“Is this some physics crap again?” He frowns with eyes closed. Cas smiles softly.
“Far from it.” Dean’s fingers play at the base of his back, ninth thoracic vertebrae, Cas notes.
Summary: One day Cas says, “Stars died for you, Dean Winchester”, against ruffled hair perched atop sun kissed skin and sleepy eyes. Dean stirs, moving to spread his palms against the contour of Cas’ back, tips of fingers languidly strumming the indentations of his spine. One, two, three, four, he counts, the closest he could get to scientifically studying the anatomy of the human body.
“Is this some physics crap again?” He frowns with eyes closed. Cas smiles softly.
“Far from it.” Dean’s fingers play at the base of his back, ninth thoracic vertebrae, Cas notes.
