Christmas came around. The best time of the year. It was snowing outside, and it was kinda cold, but the fire kept you warm, nonetheless.

you and dean were making gingerbread houses, out of sheer boredom - classic teenager holiday hangouts.

as you were building yours, you stole a glance from his. It was awful. The structure just made you chuckle, making him look at you with confusion and sarcasm.

"What?! It's good enough, dude! I ain't an architect or somethin', for gods sake.."