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[venatoris]

text, calls, voicemails, etc.

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Text! 🎉👑

[hunterbarbie]

Happy Birthday, old man. Twenty-nine again, just like every year? 😎

[venatoris]

[ OLD MAN WHO ]

I'm never sure if I should be flattered or not by your beautifully written texts

[hunterbarbie]

You should mostly feel loved bc you are. I made you a present but maybe you don't want it.

Look at the two of us. Only a few years apart now. 😉

[venatoris]

what kind of present

[hunterbarbie]

something sappy you are going to love

[ and she sends him a link to a very sappy but fitting playlist she's made. a mixture of all kinds of genres, all of the songs having lyrics that somehow fit dean ... and cas. some of them are jokey (e.g. halo by beyoncé) and others heartfelt but hard to take seriously (e.g. angels by robbie williams). others are just a huge pine fest soundtrack, that he surely will be able to relate to. it is clear that she put a lot of thought and effort into the whole thing. ]

[venatoris]

[ he'll believe it when he sees it, but he sees it soon enough. It's cute as hell, and as he scrolls through all the songs he snorts at a few and smiles at others. It's a nice gesture, heartwarming and charming. ]

Thanks, Claire. I'm gonna have to show this to Cas. I think he'll like it.

[ lbr Sam would just make fun of him ]

[hunterbarbie]

[ she is insanely pleased with the reply, grinning widely at her phone where she is sat in some diner, a burger in front of her that Dean would approve of ]

You're welcome. I think he knows a lot of the songs already. We were Agents Williams and Barlow together once before. But I'm sure he will.

Hey, have a good one, okay?

[ Sam would get the joke, at least, but probably. The last part of her message sounds a little more worried than her usual, yeah, but she hits send before she can second guess herself. ]

[venatoris]

[ He's gonna have to get him one. It's his birthday he can eat what he wants, dammit. ]

He knows a lot of random shit these days.

I'll try. It's just a birthday, know what I mean? It's not like it's Christmas or anything.

[hunterbarbie]

Yuuuup he does. But I guess that's part of the human experience.

Why is Christmas more important than a birthday?

text

[messenger]

Dean, I need your help.

Re: text

[venatoris]

Sure Cas, what’s up?

i'm sure we've both done this joke before but i'm too lazy to think of something better

[messenger]

What is a "bussy"

lmaoooo probably

[venatoris]

A what?

[ CAS WHY WOULD HE KNOW THAT ]

So OriginalTM

[messenger]

A bussy.

[ well, dean knows everything to do with popular culture, clearly! ]

lmaoooo he’s like wHAT

[venatoris]

did you google it

YOU google it

[messenger]

Did I what

no u

[venatoris]

google

search engine

action — married au

[messenger]

[ rolling over in bed to smooch dean awake. ]

Merry Christmas, Dean.

[venatoris]

[ oh, hello. ]

Merry Christmas to you too, Caa

[ mumbles between kisses, sleep thick in his throat. ]

[messenger]

[ there's no better gift than this, dean sleepy and warm in bed. ]

Sleep well?

[venatoris]

[ No shit. Waking up to a warm angel? Sign him up, please. ]

Didn't move, did I?

[messenger]

No.

[ of course he knows, because he watched dean sleep the night through.

he leans in to kiss his ear, his cheek. ]

[venatoris]

[ dean has given up on whining about cas watching him it just is what it is. ]

The wine last night got me.

[ but not enough Cas’ kisses go unnoticed or unreciprocated. He’ll get them in turn, sleepy and warm. Hands groping to pull him close. ]

[messenger]

There was a lot of wine to drink.

[ not like they don't keep plenty of alcohol around the bunker, but the holidays are an excuse to go overboard guilt-free. he rolls over to lay on dean when he pulls him in, kissing his mouth and his brow and his cheeks and his chin. ]

[venatoris]

Did we drink all of it?

[ his head feels a little like they did, but he has no regrets.

sometimes being kissed by an angel is like being kissed by a cat, all soft and sweet, warm and gentle. Cute, too. Arms slide around Cas’ waist and fingers dig into his clothes, a pleases him in his chest, smile pulling at his lips. ]