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jawritter · 3 years

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Twelve Days Of Christmas

Chapter 2

Summary: Dean never realized that Y/N missed Christmas until he turned off an annoying Christmas song on the radio on the way home from a hunt, now he will make it his personal mission to give her the Christmas he misses so much, and if he plays his cards right, maybe he will give her what he has wanted to give her for so many years, himself.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo

Square Field: Christmas Shopping

Word Count: 1306

Warnings: Hint of anxiety issues, fluff, Dean being a sweetheart. I think that’s about it.

A/N: This is to help me catch up on my SPN Christmas Bingo card lol. This is the last one for today! Chapter 3 will post tomorrow! I knew chapter will post every day until Christmas! I know I’m insane lol. This is a real time fic collection and all mistakes will be my own! Please do not copy my work! Hope you all enjoy these!!

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Dean grabbed a shopping cart from the rack at the store entrance and pushed it awkwardly through the store as well as the crowds of people. The light sounds of Christmas music played through the speakers in the background of the roar of constant chatter. Items were in display boxes in the center of aisles marked For Sale! in red letters on big signs. Different things from men’s and women’s cologne to fuzzy socks and bigger things like expensive and needless foot massagers.

Needless to say, Dean didn’t know where to start, but he was going to walk around until he fingered it out. He was determined to give you the Christmas you deserved. He had a plan that he’d cooked up on the way up here. He had twelve days to give you the holiday experience of a lifetime, and he wasn’t going to let any of it go to waste, he was going to start with a small Christmas present for you to open tonight when he returned to the Dean cave, and then spend each day surprising you with something new.

Tonight there was a big snowstorm coming, and he’d already had his plan for that as well, but he needed something he could give you for tonight. Being hunters, you didn’t really wear makeup. He didn’t want to get you something for the kitchen because then he felt like it looked like he was asking you to cook more when he wasn’t.

He did keep coming back to the fuzzy socks. The bunker was always cold this time of year, even with its artificial climate control, and he had more than once seen you shivering in the morning and walking around with his jacket on. So he grabbed those, and also a pajama set that looked like it matched with a long-sleeved flannel shirt and plaid fuzzy pants. He also knew you liked hot chocolate, so he grabbed the stuff to make some hot chocolate and some alcohol to add to it. He knew it wasn’t much, but it was only the start.

He did feel a little strange Christmas shopping. It was something he had never actually done before, but he had to admit that he felt a little string of excitement as he looked at your new pajamas and socks. He hoped this was the start of something between the two of you. Something that would last long after Christmas had come and gone.

Back at the bunker, you took your time in getting to the shower. You had spent some time in your room looking through old family photos you had hidden under your bed of Christmases past and things that you would never have again with a heavy heart. You also spent some time kicking yourself for worsening your mood when Dean wanted to spend time with you. That was something normally that made your day. You carved the attention of the elder Winchester, even if you had never admitted it out loud. So when he came up with this whole movie night idea you should have been over the moon and not dwelling on the past.

After some time you pulled yourself up off of the floor and put the pictures away before making your way to the showers, where the promise of steaming hot water and Dean’s soap awaited you. You wondered if he noticed you using his shampoo and soap but just chose to never say anything. It smelt like him, and it was comforting on those cold nights alone.

Speaking of cold, the temperature had started to drop a great deal tonight, you could feel it in the air that hung in the bathroom as you peeled the clothes from your body and stepped under the scalding spray. You were glad to be back in the bunker and out of the storm outside. You loved the snow, and you loved to play in it like an overgrown kid, but you didn’t like traveling in it.

By the time you had gotten out of the shower, your skin was wrinkled and the shower was filled with warm steam, but you felt more relaxed in body and mind. You had been able to mostly get your anxiety under control with the help of the hot water and Dean’s soap. When you stepped out into the steam warmed room and wrapped the towel around your body you were surprised by a poorly wrapped present on the sink waiting for you. You blinked for a moment and looked around cautiously before making your way to it.

There was a little note taped to the top of the package that said, “Day 12, something to keep you warm, D,'' written in Dean’s handwriting and you swore for a moment your heart stopped in your chest as tears pooled in your eyes. Had he really gotten you a present?

You tentatively unwrap the gift to find a new pajama set with a set of fuzzy socks sat haphazardly on top of the folded clothes and smile to yourself at his obvious attempt to do it himself. Your heartfelt like it could swell up and sore around the room and tears were steadily tracking down your cheeks as you quickly dressed in your gift. Dean didn’t have to go to the store and do that for you, but he did, and it meant the world to you.

By the time you made your way to the Dean Cave, Dean was sitting a tray of hot chocolate on the little table in front of the oversized recliners, and grinning widely at you as you appeared in the doorway in your new PJ’s.

“Looks great on you Sweetheart,” he said proudly as you blushed and made your way over to him. “I’m glad they fit.”

“Dean, you didn’t have to do this, but you made my day. Thank you so much,” you tell him, throwing your arms around his neck and his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug before lowering you both down to sit in the same recliner and handing you a mug of hot chocolate that you were pretty sure he’d spiked with alcohol like you had done for him that one hunt in Detroit when he’d caught himself a pretty nasty cold.

“I wanted to do it Y/N/N, and this just day 12,” he told you with a wink, and you giggle in spite of yourself as he turns Elf on the TV, and wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into him. Something he had never done often, but you love it nonetheless.

“You really don’t have to do this, Dean. I know you don’t really like the holidays all that much,” you tell him earnestly as he sips from the much in his left hand.

Dean shrugged and smiled at you, “maybe I just never had anyone I really wanted to celebrate it with,” he said simply, and your blush deepened as your heart pounded against your rib cage.

You snuggled down into his hold a little more comfortably, a content sigh leaving your lips. You had no idea what Dean had planned, but you were excited to see what the next few days had in store for you.

Dean couldn’t wipe the smile on his face off if he wanted to, and even long after you had fallen asleep in his arms he didn’t even bother moving you, just slouched down the chair more than content to sleep right here with you all night long.

The way your face lit up as you walked into the room in his gift made his broken and battered heart beat again for the first time in ages, maybe celebrating Christmas with you is just what he needed too.

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