Dean stares awkwardly at Cas.
Shit.
Cas knows tradition, he does, and that just makes things worse. How did that mistletoe even get up there? It wasn't there before Dean left to get "nonalcoholic" eggnog.
Cas is next to him in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen, above them hangs a large bundle of berries and leaves. Mistletoe.
Shit.
"Dean. You don't have to kiss me because of a centuries old pagan tradition." Cas utters, but it's different from his usual monotoned voice... Is he?
Really?
Is Cas... nervous?
He's fiddling with his coat buttons, and a blush is working its way on to his cheeks.
HE IS!!
He actually looks even more nervous than Dean!
Dean places his thumb under Cas's chin, "I'll kiss you because of any tradition I want."
