"Son of a bitch!"

Dean grumbles, another ornament shattering on the ground. He runs an annoyed hand through his hair and pouts, glaring at the red glass. He was trying to surprise you. This was your first Christmas at the bunker, and he wanted it to be perfect. Not because he liked Christmas, but because you did. And if he kept fucking up the tree, you'd wake up in no time.

"Ha!"

Dean grins triumphantly as he puts the last ornament on, eyeing his handiwork. It was perfect. All of your presents he'd gotten you were settled under the tree, the lights were super bright, and he'd even figured out how to work the awful dusty fireplace.

"Shouldn't you be asleep, Romeo?"

Sam's voice makes Dean jump, throwing a startled glare at his brother where he was sipping coffee in the kitchen.

"Shouldn't you, ya freak?"

Dean scoffs back, trying to hide how flustered and red faced he is. Sam just smiles knowingly, smug.

"It looks cute. She'll like it."

Dean grumbles, eyeing his decorations again just to be sure.

"Really?"

Sam snorts.

"Yeah, really. All you need to do now is bake some sugar cookies."

He guffaws as Dean goes wide eyed.

"Yeah…I should do that."

He says, making his way to the kitchen and rolling up his sleeves.

"I was joking, jerk."

Sam calls out, amused that Dean was taking this so seriously.

"Go back to sleep with My Persona before she finds out early what you've been doing."