A very Supernatural Christmas special

Christmas hugs

It was a very cold Christmas Eve at the bunker. Sam had started a fire in the bunker's fireplace and Jack helped him chop and carry the firewood. Dean and Castiel were in Dean's room wrapping last minute presents while Gabriel pulled small harmless pranks on them. Rowena and Crowley had been talking while drinking whiskey and wine, being like a family for once.

Dean looked over to his best friend with a gentle smile but quickly looked back at the wrapping paper. Castiel, of course, noticed. He lifted Dean's chin up and looked into his eyes, searching for an answer to what was bothering his dear friend. There was no answer but a simple hug that Dean had given him. "Have I told you lately, I'm grateful you're my friend, my best friend?" Dean whispered to his angel.

Gabriel, not wanting to ruin the moment, had left the room to pester the others. He had tackled Sam to the ground with a hug just to annoy him, but surprisingly received a hug back from the taller man.

All was good, all was well. Just for that one Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. The end.. or is it?