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bored-fan-bs-thoughts · 5 years

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Chapter 6: Christmas Eve Confession

Chapter 6 of Fluff and Holiday Cheer

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This one is very fluffy! Enjoy!

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At around six in the evening on Christmas Eve, T.J. found himself running around to set up the house. His dad and sister were out of the house so T.J. was alone in his efforts to prepare himself for Cyrus. He knows deep down that Cyrus would be content with anything, but he had to make it perfect. Without Amber there to bring him back to earth, T.J. is nervous beyond belief. He is straightening his blue snowman sweater in the bathroom mirror and fixing his hair for the twentieth time in the last hour when he hears a timid knock on the front door. He takes a deep breath and rushes to open the door to reveal the adorable smiling Jewish boy in the crisp winter air.

“Happy Christmas,” Cyrus yells excitedly, his wide smile beaming from eye to eye.

“Oh, uh it’s Merry Christmas,” T.J. corrects with a wide dopey smile.

Cyrus giggles, “I know, ya dork. I’m Jewish, I’m not stupid.”

T.J. laughs heartily at the adorable boy in front of him, a slight blush dusting his cheeks entirely against his will. Hopefully Cyrus will think it’s because of the cold. His red cheeks only deepen in color when he notices the package wrapped in blue paper with colorful balloons all over tucked under the boy’s arm.

“Who’s birthday is it?” T.J. asks cheekily.

“Jesus’s,” Cyrus answers immediately. “I had Hanukkah wrapping paper, but it seemed a bit sacrilegious to use it.”

“Don’t worry about me,” T.J. assures him, “I’m not really religious at all.” ‘Though I would be willing to convert to Judaism for you,’ he thinks, but of course he has to keep that thought to himself. He’s so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice Cyrus checking him out.

“Nice sweater,” Cyrus flirts, giving T.J. a playful shove on the shoulder. “You look—festive.”

“Thank you,” T.J. replies, a wide smile tugging at his lips and his blush deepening on his face that he knows isn’t just from the chill of the open door. ‘Keep it together, Kippen’ he thinks to himself.

“So,” Cyrus begins, dragging out the word awkwardly, “Are you going to let me in?”

“Oh yeah,” T.J. responds, rapidly stepping out of the doorway, “Come inside.”

Cyrus laughs and steps inside the Kippen house. He shrugs off his jacket and hangs it on a hook allowing T.J. to get a full look at his crush’s outfit. He stumbles to change the subject to anything other than the handsome and beautiful boy in front of him.

“I don’t really know how to get a package to Jesus” T.J. jokes while rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Oh, the wrapping paper is for Jesus, but the present is very much for you,” Cyrus responds. “And contrary to popular belief, Jewish people do believe in Jesus. He was just a really cool prophet, not the Messiah like Christians believe.”

T.J. smiles and says, “Sounds like a cool guy.”

Cyrus catches T.J.’s eyes flitting down to his outfit yet again, and he suddenly starts to feel self-conscious. “I’m overdressed, aren’t I?” He asks.

“No, no, you look good,” T.J. assures biting his lip unintentionally. His eyes widen at the sudden realization of what he just said. “I mean the suit’s nice—not because you’re wearing it or anything. Obviously.”

Cyrus swears he can see the soft pink blush on T.J.’s cheeks deepen as he stammers. Even in his flustered state the boy is too beautiful for words. “Thank you, T.J.,” Cyrus says, cutting T.J. off before he can dig himself further into a hole.

“I can lend you something more comfortable if you want,” T.J. offers. “I have other non-religious Christmas sweaters.”

“I’ll only accept the one off your back,” Cyrus jokes.

“Deal,” T.J. says with a smirk. He winks at Cyrus and takes off the sweater, exposing his muscled chest. Cyrus’s breath catches in his throat. His crush on T.J. is really not based off of physical attraction, but holy shit T.J. is hot and Cyrus can’t help but acknowledge that in this moment. Cyrus swallows the lump in his throat and attempts to maintain his composure. When T.J. hands him the sweater, Cyrus utters out a thank you but it sounds small and strangled. He doesn’t notice that T.J. checks him out again.

“I might have some sweats you can wear,” T.J. says, nudging Cyrus, “You can put that sweater on.”

“Um, I’m self-conscious,” Cyrus tells T.J. feeling defeated. There is no way he’s competing with T.J.’s confidence or athletic body, “Can I use the bathroom?”

“Oh sure,” T.J. replies, gesturing for Cyrus to follow him.

After a few minutes, Cyrus emerges from the bathroom in oversized sweats and the blue sweater that seems to be slightly too big. T.J. knows he’s smiling the widest smile possible, but he can’t hide his joy at seeing Cyrus in his clothes. He is absolutely adorable. Well, T.J. has to admit he always thinks Cyrus is adorable, but right now is a cuteness overload. A deep blush burns his face and T.J. has to look away.

“Um, I think it’s time for some holiday baking,” T.J. exclaims. His voice seems to have risen a whole octave, but he tries to keep his cool as he wipes his hands on his own sweats and heads to the kitchen.

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The Kippen kitchen is quite small, so there’s barely enough room for both him and Cyrus as they bake. After mixing the dough together, Cyrus has somehow managed to get flour on his cheek.

“Face me, Cy,” T.J. chuckles. Cyrus looks him in the eye as he reaches up to gently wipe off the white powder. Yet again, he feels the blood rushing to his face, and Cyrus seems to blush too. T.J.’s eyes flick to Cyrus’s lips. He almost makes the decision to lean forward and finally connect with the boy he’s been pining over for months, but he’s interrupted by Amber coming into the kitchen.

“Alright, break it up lovebirds,” She jokes, earning flustered looks from both of the boys. “What are we baking?”

“Gingerbread cookies!” Cyrus shouts, quickly attempting to busy himself. T.J. is still in a haze until Amber comes over and punches him playfully in the side with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. He glares at her then turns his attention towards Cyrus who is searching the kitchen for a cookie sheet. T.J. opens a cabinet right next to where Cyrus is and hands him a cookie sheet from it with a dorky grin. T.J.’s dad joins them when the cookies are ready

While they bake, Cyrus is careful to not let his touch linger when Amber is watching. He keeps stealing glances at the jock when he thinks T.J.’s sister isn’t looking. At one point, he catches T.J.’s eyes on him who immediately looks away. Cyrus bites back his smile at that.

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After they clean the kitchen, Amber goes off to bed, and Cyrus and T.J. settle down on the reclining couch to begin their movie marathon. Huddled under about twenty blankets, T.J. makes sure to sit down with an appropriate distance of about half-an-inch between their bodies as Love Actually begins.

About twenty minutes after they start their second holiday movie, Mr. Kippen walks in and pauses it.

“I’m going to bed,” He announces, “You two should probably make your way to a bedroom so I don’t accidentally wake you up at five in the morning. Can I talk to you, T.J.?”

T.J. throws the blankets off himself and walks to his father.

“If you go to your room, different beds and the door open, okay?” Mr. Kippen reprimands. “It’s the same rules for your sister when she brings a girl over.”

“I know dad,” T.J. nods, feeling his cheeks heat up.

His dad pinches his cheek and says, “You should tell him.”

“I’ll try,” T.J. answers, moving his head away from his father’s hand. “It’s like every time I try, my voice stops working.”

“Well, I believe in you, and I know you’ll be fine,” Mr. Kippen assures him. He pulls his son into a tight hug and T.J. takes a deep, soothing breath. “Merry Christmas, son,” he says.

“Merry Christmas, dad,” T.J. responds, his voice muffled by his dad’s sleep shirt.

When T.J. pulls away, his dad pats him on his shoulder blade as a bit of extra encouragement towards the boy. As T.J. settles back down on the couch, Mr. Kippen wishes them a Merry Christmas and walks up the stairs. T.J. turns his attention back to Cyrus.

“Why do you have a message from Chris that says ‘tell him how you feel’?” Cyrus asks. T.J.’s eyes widen and he freezes like a deer in headlights. “Why did you tell Chris about your crush and not me?”

T.J. quickly reaches for his phone out of Cyrus’s hands. Cyrus looks genuinely hurt, and it crushes T.J. T.J. cannot let him feel bad. “Honestly, Chris only knows because he figured it out himself.” It’s not totally a lie, but he knows he’s stretching the truth. The only reason Cyrus doesn’t know is because it’s him. And that would require a confession that T.J. has been putting off for a long time. He wishes he could just tell Cyrus how he feels, but it’s just not that simple. Every time he tries, the words fail him.

Cyrus’s face contorts into confusion as he tries to piece it together, “Is it someone on the basketball team?”

T.J. just smiles and shakes his head. None of those dumbasses even compare to Cyrus, and the idea of having a crush on one of them is absurd to him.

“Well, how did Chris figure it out?” Cyrus asks, clearly offended that T.J. wouldn’t tell him first. Although to be fair, Cyrus hasn’t told T.J. about his crush—on T.J.

“Just leave it alone,” T.J. responds a bit too harshly earning a look of sadness from the boy. T.J. rushes to make it better. He closes his eyes and explains, “I’m just not ready to tell you yet. I promise I’ll tell you when I am.”

Cyrus nods in acceptance of this, his head still churning with questions about who it could be. The overwhelming thought in his head is ‘What if it’s me?’, and for once, Cyrus cannot push the thought away. It’s becoming more likely that he is the object of T.J.’s affections. Cyrus doesn’t want to get his heart too set on the idea, but all the evidence he has makes him wonder. T.J. used to be a scary jock. He was a complete jerk to his best friend, and he seemed to not care about anyone’s feelings. Now he’s not only kind to Cyrus, but also to everyone else. He bent over backwards to be on good terms with Buffy, and Cyrus could only imagine that all that effort was just so he could spend time with Cyrus without feeling guilty. The boy he’d imagined when Buffy complained about him all the time was worlds away from the boy with him now. Cyrus looks at T.J. who is engrossed in the movie Elf on the TV. Supposedly, he’s seen the movie a thousand times, but his expressions look as if he’s viewing it for the first time. As if feeling Cyrus’s eyes on him, T.J. turns his head to face Cyrus. The corners of his mouth are upturned, and Cyrus swears he can see the hints of a blush on his cheeks. In that moment, Cyrus decides that tonight he’s going to confess. The thought makes his heart skip a beat and slightly tense up.

T.J., who has his side pressed up against the smaller boy, feels him tense up and asks “Are you okay, Cy?”

Lost in thought, Cyrus only nods earning a confused look from T.J. He keeps his eyes trained on the TV screen, feeling T.J.’s gaze burning into him. When T.J. finally turns his attention back to the movie, Cyrus lets out a sigh of relief.

“By the way,” T.J. begins timidly, “You don’t have anything to be self-conscious of.”

T.J. doesn’t dare turn his gaze to Cyrus, but he knows the boy is looking straight up at him. “What do you mean?” Cyrus asks with a glimmer of hope in his tone. At this, T.J. makes the mistake of meeting the boy’s shimmering brown eyes. His mouth goes dry.

“Um—I just mean that your body is perfect—I mean, it’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with you, and,” T.J. finally cuts himself off from his rambling rather abruptly.

“And what?” Cyrus questions.

“And,” T.J. starts again, feeling his breath catch in his throat. ‘God, why is it so difficult to get the words out?’ He thinks to himself.

“T.J.,” Cyrus says soothingly placing a hand on top of T.J.’s. He looks down at their connected hands as he feels a shock running through his arm.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” T.J. announces in his panicked state. He stands up and runs away leaving a concerned Cyrus on the couch.

Cyrus immediately texts the Good Hair Crew group chat which causes Buffy to (very angrily) text T.J.

T.J. is looking into the mirror building up the courage to tell him when he hears his text tone. He looks down to see a string of messages from Buffy. He sighs and opens them up.

Buffy: What the hell b-ball boy?

Buffy: Pls stop being dumb and go tell cy you’re in love with him

Buffy: like now

Buffy: Im so done with you dorks

T.J. lets out a strangled groan as he sends back the text, ‘I will right now. I promise.’

When he opens the door to the bathroom, Cyrus is standing just outside, his hand in a fist hovering over the door. They both stand awkwardly before they both say, “I have something to tell you.”

“Oh, you first,” T.J. quickly offers.

“No, you can go first,” Cyrus says, letting out an awkward laugh.

T.J. shakes his head and keeps his eyes trained on Cyrus.

“I’m really sorry if this gets in the way of our friendship or whatever, but I’m really done hiding it and I just need you to know,” Cyrus rambles, “I have a crush on you. I don’t want anything to change between us. I really value your friendship, but I just want more. I’ve tried to will it away but—”

“I don’t want you to will it away,” T.J. says with a beaming smile on his face. Noticing the confusion on his face, T.J. continues, “Cy, I have literally had a crush on you since the moment we met. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but what I feel for you is pretty damn close. I love you so much.”

Cyrus can’t speak in his awestruck state, but his body goes on autopilot as he launches forward and wraps his arms around T.J. For the first time, he nuzzles his face into T.J.’s chest as the jock’s arms wrap around his waist. Cyrus can’t see the lovestruck grin as he gazes down at the boy in his arms. T.J. gives into his impulses and kisses the top of the boy’s head. The dark strands of Cyrus’s hair tickle his nose and he giggles. Cyrus looks up at him, his chocolate-brown eyes sparkling with unshed tears of joy.

“I love you too,” Cyrus says, hypnotized by T.J.’s bright green eyes.

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T.J. and Cyrus find themselves on the couch again (although this time Cyrus presses his side against T.J.). As they make their way through the rest of the movie, Cyrus rests his head on T.J.’s shoulder earning a smile from T.J. who leans his head on top of Cyrus’s. T.J. wraps his arm around Cyrus’s waist, and the boy looks up at him.

“My arm was falling asleep,” T.J. justifies. It is true, but it’s not the whole truth.

“Of course,” Cyrus answers, clearly not believing T.J. The jock blushes his eyes flickering down to Cyrus’s lips. They are so close. An inch more and they would be connected. Silently asking for permission, Cyrus places his hand softly on T.J.’s cheek. T.J. nods, leaning half-an-inch forward and beginning to tilt his head. His heart is racing out of his chest. Both of their eyes flutter shut as Cyrus closes the gap.

There are no fireworks or life-altering revelations, but it is an indescribable feeling. Finally giving into to the months of quiet pining and not-so-subtle urges, T.J. relishes in the feeling of Cyrus’s lips on his. The kiss is short and chaste, but T.J. is filled with all the butterflies possible as he rests their foreheads together and gazes into the boy’s eyes. Neither of them speak, simply admiring each other and enjoying the intimacy of the moment.

“Best Christmas ever,” T.J. whispers, breaking the silence that hangs between them. T.J. places a playful kiss to the boy’s nose causing Cyrus to laugh. “We should probably get up to my room.”

Cyrus shakes his head and rests it on T.J.’s chest. T.J. is sure Cyrus is able to hear his rapid heartbeat, and he wonders how the boy is able to doze off when T.J. is unable to quiet his heart or his mind. His arm instinctively tightens around Cyrus’s waist as he begins to feel the boy’s breath deepen. As T.J. drifts off into a deep slumber, there is one thought overwhelming his mind. ‘This is home. Cyrus is home.’

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The next morning, T.J. opens his eyes to find him and Cyrus in the same position as last night. T.J. has his arm around Cyrus who is using his chest as a pillow. The boy looks so peaceful as he sleeps and T.J. can’t help but admire him. His neck is sore from the awkward position he is in, but the boy next to him makes it all worth it. He smiles at the memory of what happened last night. If he didn’t still taste Cyrus’s honey-flavored chapstick on his lips, he would think it was all just another blissful dream. He doesn’t want to wake the boy up, so he’s glad that his phone is within easy reach. He immediately notices a notification from his sister, and beams when he opens it up. There is a picture of him and Cyrus sleeping on the couch and the text ‘Merry Christmas! You two are explaining this all when I get back from work’. T.J. absentmindedly runs his fingers through Cyrus’s messy hair and watches the rise and fall of the boy’s breath. When Cyrus stirs, T.J. pulls his hand away from his head out of instinct, but he’s hit with a reminder that he doesn’t have to do that anymore. Cyrus likes him back. Cyrus is his. He had waited to say that for far too long, and now he breathes a sigh of relief.

Cyrus opens his eyes and turns his head to face T.J. His chin is still resting against T.J.’s chest as he smiles at T.J.

“Good morning handsome,” Cyrus says, his voice cracking slightly due to him just waking up.

“Good morning, Cy,” T.J. responds. His heart is beating out of his chest, and his voice is soft and affectionate as ever. There is an unspoken ‘I love you’ that hangs in the air between them, but T.J. doesn’t need to say it for Cyrus to understand.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 years

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Cabin Fever

Summary: The reader and the boys take a break from hunting for the holidays to head up to an out of the way cabin to meet up with some friends and have an old fashioned Christmas together...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 8,000ish

Warnings: none

A/N: This is a sweet little holiday fic with nothing but fluff. A super special thank you to @arryn-nyxx for creating this aesthetic!

Your nose was cold the second you stepped out of the warm Impala and into the frigid air. The sound of the snow crunching under your boots was familiar and you took a deep breath, the air fogging up as you exhaled. There was a light snow drifting down and apart from the sound of the boys closing their doors and opening the trunk, it was dead silent in the woods.

There was a thin layer of snow on top of the other cars, a storm supposed to head in later that evening that would bury you in. The three of you had gotten a late start that morning but Dean promised you’d get there before the roads were closed. You’d fish tailed it once but Sam assured you in the middle of his laughing that Dean was doing it on purpose, supposedly taking the younger Winchester out on back roads to do it when they were barely old enough to drive.

“Y/N!” you heard Dean say, your head spinning around from the forest to watch a snowball hit you in the chest. The brothers were standing side by side, both of them pointing at each other.

“I wonder who threw it,” you said, cocking your head at Dean. His jaw dropped as Sam clapped his hands together and grabbed his bags.

“But Sam...I tried to warn you!” said Dean, your eyebrow raise hidden by your hat. “I did!”

“Who’s always teasing me at home? I mean you both do but this has Dean written all over it,” you said, bumping his hip as you walked over and tugged on your stuck duffel, Dean reaching in to help you.

“Y/N,” said Sam, poking you in the cheek. You stood up straight and felt Dean move your arms, sliding your backpack over your shoulders while Sam started to laugh. “It was totally Dean.”

“Was not,” said Dean, pulling Sam’s hat down over his face, mouthing that it was definitely Sam. You rolled your eyes, no way to ever know with those two. You reached for your duffel once it was free but Dean threw it over his shoulder, carrying his bag and your own.

“So the small presents and cards are in the backpack,” said Sam, staring at the boxes in the trunk. “Think we can do this is one trip?”

“No but we’ll try,” said Dean, holding out his arms. You piled a few things on top, Sam giving you your own batch before you headed up the driveway. The front door was open by the time you got there, someone taking the items from your arms.

“Hey!” said Charlie, giving you a quick hug after you set down the boxes. “Let the boys finish with the heavy stuff.”

“You won’t hear any complaints from me,” you said, flashing Dean a wink as he headed back out. You saw him smirk and bend down when he was outside, clumping some snow together and throwing it just as you got the front door shut. You quickly pulled it open to get hit in the shoulder with one. “No snowballs in the house!”

“It’s not our house,” said Dean with a smirk, tossing another one up and down as Sam went past. He waited until Sam was setting the boxes down and coming back for the last of them before he zeroed in on him, getting him in the face.

“Oh, it’s on,” said Sam, running outside, Dean taking off back to the car for cover.

“Boys,” said Charlie, shutting the door to keep the cold out. The house was warm and you could tell a candle was going somewhere. Or else someone had just finished baking something amazing smelling. “Come on, let’s go pick out your room before they get back.”

You grabbed your duffel and followed her up the stairs just off the foyer, looking into the family room as you went. Kevin and Cas were trying to put the lights on the tree from the looks of it, Benny sitting in a chair giving them a thumbs up while he sipped on a beer.

It was your and Charlie’s idea to try this out. You were well aware you had a misfit family. A prophet, hacker, ex-vampire, angel, cops and hunters sounded like a bad joke but those were the people that were in your lives and cared about you. A late night talk with Charlie sparked the thought of getting everyone together for the holidays.

For some it was an easier idea to sell to than others. When Dean was the only hold out, you wore him down by making a fresh pie every week all fall. Cherry, pumpkin, pecan, key lime, blueberry...at least by the end of it, Dean had started coming in to help you. It took some time but he too eventually started to look forward to the time away from hunting and having a week to spend with his favorite people.

“So...” said Charlie when you finally found a room with a pretty view of the snow covered backyard. “There may be some mistletoe hidden around here somewhere.”

“Charlie...” you said, her grin wide as she leaned in your doorframe.

“You know, Dean could stay in here too...” she said, dodging the pillow you were throwing at her. “I am getting you two together before everyone goes home whether you like it or not.”

“We’re just friends,” you said, Charlie shrugging and heading out into the hall. “Friends, Charlie!”

“Uh huh,” she said, tossing your pillow back. You heard feet coming up the stairs, Dean and Sam both sporting red cheeks and noses. “You children done?”

“For now,” said Dean, poking his head in your room. “Jeez, this place is nice.”

“Do you know how hard it was to find a place that would sleep ten this late in the year? In a cabin style home per grumpy Dean Winchester’s demand?” said Charlie.

“I knew I had bargaining power. I used it,” said Dean, glancing around with a smile. He gave you a fast glance and looked down, biting his bottom lip as you recalled that conversation.

“Y/N, it’s so stupid. Why would we go pay money to sleep in someone else’s house when the bunker has plenty of room? I’m not convinced on this whole holiday thing,” said Dean, sipping on his whisky while he helped you organize a few things in the library.

“Because Dean,” you said, stealing his glass and drinking the rest yourself. “I love the bunker, I do. It’s our home. But there’s no hunting during this break and getting a group of hunters together in a lore filled library? That’ll last two minutes. Don’t you want to have a cozy Christmas where you can wake up to see it snowing out the window? Where you can go have snowball fights outside and decorate the house and it doesn’t look like a bomb shelter underneath it all?”

“What’s your dream Christmas then?” he asked, stealing your cup of cocoa and taking a long drink.

“Just a nice cabin that’ll look pretty with a few presents under a tree. Nothing fancy just...something that feels like we’re in a place we can relax,” you said.

“Call Charlie,” he said as he stood. He put your mug back in front of you and ruffled your hair. “I want that too.”

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head back, Dean giving you a barely there smile.

“You lit up just now talking about it. It’ll make you happy and you’ve got a point about the bunker. I’m sure everyone else will love it too,” said Dean.

“What do you want?” you asked, Dean pursing his lips before he laughed. “What?”

"Get the cabin, Y/N. I’d really like to have a Christmas there too.”

“Jody said dinner’s in an hour if you guys want to help with decorating,” said Charlie, patting Sam on the arm. “We saved the high stuff for the tall guys.”

“Of course, you did,” said Sam. “Were we the last ones to show up?”

“Benny, Kevin, Cas, Jody, Bobby, me, you guys...just waiting on Donna,” said Charlie. “The girls got invited to stay with a friend so Jody let them go have some fun without us old timers.”

“She just knew we don’t have to behave this way,” said Dean with a grin.

“Since when have you ever behaved?” you asked, skirting past them to check out the rest of the house.

“Never,” said Dean. You spun around and saw Dean shrugging, Sam and Charlie, crossing their arms behind him and giving you a smile.

“Shut up,” you said, Dean turning around to find Charlie walking away, Sam on her heels. “Never mind.”

“I got the room next door,” said Dean, looking up and down the hall. “I’ll admit this is much nicer than the bunker would have been.”

“If you’re not having a good time, you don’t have to pretend for my sake,” you said, Dean rolling his eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a hug, lifting you off the ground.

“I am. You know me, stubborn as you,” he said, setting you down. “Let’s go say hi to everyone, sweetheart.”

“Jody, this was delicious,” you said, stealing a scoop of mashed potatoes off of Dean’s plate as he stole a piece of chicken from yours. “I was going to eat that!”

“The chicken is at the other end of the table,” he said, pointing that direction and stealing your roll.

“Idjit,” said Bobby, smacking Dean in the back of the head. He whined and put it back, reaching across the table for the basket.

“Ha ha,” you said, getting one your own whack from Bobby. “Ow.”

“Grown ass children,” muttered Bobby, handing you the plate of chicken. More platters and bowls of food got passed around, everyone getting their fill of seconds in no time at all. Until you brought the pie you’d heated in the oven out that as and you stuffed yourselves even further.

“So, supreme Christmas overlords,” said Dean, nudging you and pointing a fork at Charlie. “We get to open any presents tonight or what?”

“We were planning on little things tomorrow night,” you said, Charlie humming as she chewed on a gingerbread cookie. “We’ll save the rest for Christmas morning.”

“What about stockings?” asked Benny. “I used to love doing the stockings. Candy canes, lil treats, you know what I’m talking about, the window dressing bits.”

“Y/N was in charge of those,” said Charlie, Benny looking like a real life teddy bear over at you.

“I got them in my backpack to put up later,” you said, giving him a wink. “I got a little something special for you Mr. Lafitte.”

“I knew you would, darlin’,” he said, happily going back to dessert. You helped Kevin with clean up but were quickly shoved out of the kitchen to finished decorating. You went to work on the stockings, nearly done when Dean came in with a laugh.

“You put our names on them? Now I feel bad about my crappy wrapping jobs,” he said, nodding to under the tree where a few of the boxes looked slightly off.

“No one cares if it’s not perfect,” you said, tilting the stocking and then moving it back. You felt his hands on yours stop moving it and pull them away. He bent down and handed you the next one, giving you a friendly smirk.

“No one cares if it’s not perfect,” he mimicked, handing over the last one before he stepped back. “Look at us, our weirdo hunting family with stockings hung on the mantle. Nice touch on the angel wings for Cas.”

“Eh, I almost got him a different one but decided why pass up the opportunity,” you said. Dean hummed and went over to the one with his name, running his hand over the soft flannel. “You like the squirrel?”

“It’s cute,” he said, walking along and examining each one, playing with the antlers on Sam’s for a few moments. “Sorry I was a dick about this, when you brought it up at first I mean. This is really nice actually, like really nice. I didn’t know Bobby could even smile like that.”

“You barely let me make you a birthday cake last year. I figured this would take some convincing,” you said, plopping down on the couch. Dean took a seat next to you and fiddled with his hands. “No need to apologize.”

“I bet you got everyone a really heartfelt and personal present that they never knew they wanted too,” he said. You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Any hints?”

“Nope. Don’t go peeking either or you’ll get coal in your stocking,” you said. Dean threw his arm over your shoulder and gave you a light noogie, pulling back when you heard footsteps in the room.

“The others are about to play a game of Twister if you’d like to join us,” said Cas, hearing the trample of feet moving furniture in the back den. “Although I don’t see how that will turn out well considering everyone’s current blood alcohol levels.”

“Makes it more fun, Cas,” you said, pulling Dean to his feet. You saw Jody wander through a different room and peak out the front window. “Something up Jody?”

“The road up here is closed according to the scanner. We’re officially snowed in until they open up again in a few days,” she said, some heavier snow drifting down from the looks of it.

“Well, we got firewood, food and booze. We’re all set,” said Dean, walking over and stealing her radio out of her hand.

“Winchester,” she said, Dean smiling and pointing back at you.

“Boss said no work on this trip,” said Dean, turning it off. “I’d listen to Y/N. She’s a tough one.”

“Do I have to go mom mode on you two?” said Jody, missing when Dean tossed the radio to Cas.

“Go hide that somewhere buddy. Jody can have it back when he head home next week,” said Dean, Cas gone and back two seconds later.

“You’re making breakfast in the morning,” she said, grabbing Cas and leaving you with a pouting Dean.

“I’ll do the eggs if you want to handle the bacon?” you asked, Dean sighing in relief. “Do the maple syrup thing, that tastes awesome.”

“I suppose since it’ll be Christmas Eve and all I can make the special kind,” he said, throwing an arm over your shoulder and giving you a fast hug before trotting off. You followed him to the kitchen, hanging by the doorway as he checked the pantry that there was some. “What’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“Probably do some stuff outside if the snow isn’t too heavy. Charlie had a surprise for everyone that even I’m not sure of yet,” you said, Dean leaning on the other side of the doorframe. “Otherwise we can do whatever we want. Movies, baking, games...nothing. It’s great.”

“I spotted a tub of cookie dough in the fridge if you wanted to come down after everyone goes to sleep,” he said, a devilish smile on his face as he ran a hand through his hair. “No one will notice.”

“You’re on Winchester,” you said, hearing a grunt down the hall.

“Do I have to report you two?” asked Donna, coming down to join you. “Unless you’re willing to share.”

“I think we can add another to the cookie club pack,” you said, Dean laughing to himself. “We meet a midnight in the kitchen and feign innocence whenever possible.”

“Fight club rules?” asked Donna, Dean nodding approvingly. “See you two later then. Come play after you two finish kissing. Did you know Kevin can bend like a little ole pretzel?”

“Kiss?” you said, Dean echoing the same words as Donna pointed upwards. Stuck above the doorframe was a little piece of green decoration with a red bow.

“Mistletoe. You got to do it,” she said with a grin. “I’ll save you spots for next round.”

When she was gone, Dean swallowed and gave you a shy look, leaning away from the doorframe and stepping into the kitchen.

“We don’t have to,” said Dean, pulling you away. “Let’s go have some fun.”

“Awesome,” you said, walking by his side, doing your best to not seem disappointed. Did you really want to be kissing Dean because some old tradition said to? No, not really. Charlie was the one person on earth who sort of knew you liked Dean in a different way but even then, you kept most of it to yourself. You weren’t sure if he was at a place to have a relationship like that and you certainly weren’t pushing him, especially not when you were supposed to be having a relaxing holiday together.

When you got in the den and found Charlie, you pulled her aside, her face definitely reflecting the look on yours. She made an excuse to grab refills for everyone, sighing when you were alone in the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, peaking her head down the hall. “He a bad kisser? I mean it’s Dean, I figured he’d at least be-”

“No we didn’t kiss. Charlie, I love you girl but take that mistletoe down and don’t pull anything else. I want this to be a happy Christmas for everyone. Including Dean,” you said, putting on puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“If it’s going to make you upset, I’ll take the one in the dining room down,” she said, rolling her eyes, holding her palms up. You squinted your eyes and she gave it right back. “What?”

“No, I meant the one in the kitchen,” you said, pulling her along with you, pointing up at where it sat over the doorframe.

“I didn’t put that there,” she said. You cocked your head and she went wide eyed. “It must have been someone else!”

“If you’re lying-”

“I’m not! Someone else must be trying to get you two together too,” she said, grin to match the grinch’s spreading on her face. “Or maybe Dean put it there himself...”

“He looked mortified and ran away when he realized we were under one,” you said. “Cool it Charlie, for his sake.”

“Well, I’ll take them down but don’t blame me if you wake up and they’re there again.”

“Morning,” said Dean, wearing a black tee and his navy flannel bottoms, working on cracking the eggs into a bowl.

“Morning,” you said, tying your hair back in a messy bun, your eyes spotting mistletoe over the doorframe you knew for a fact wasn’t there the night before when you’d finished up the games. “Anyone else up yet?”

“Just us,” he said with a yawn. “I made coffee.”

“A gift from Chuck is what you are,” you said, ruffling his already messy hair as you grabbed a mug and poured yourself a cup, watching the snow come down softly outside. “Looks like we got about six inches last night. Probably another six during the day if this keeps up.”

“Plenty of fresh snow to have a decent snowball fight,” he said, reaching an arm around you to grab a whisk off the counter. “Same team?”

“You know Charlie is going to make it girls versus boys,” you said, taking a sip and burning your tongue, Dean giggling under his breath at you. “Jody and Bobby will probably watch.”

“Double agent for us then?” he asked, eyes darting down to your tongue poking out between you lips for a brief moment.

“You’ll have to wait and see, Winchester” you said, Dean moving around you to wash his sticky hands in the sink. “I told you I’d get the eggs.”

“You worked so hard on everything else. You’ve barely sat and relaxed. I can scramble a few dozen eggs, sweetheart,” he said, pecking a kiss to your forehead. He lingered too long and pulled away much too fast in your opinion before he was humming to himself. “You can get the bacon out if you want and then wake up the masses.”

“Will do,” you said, going to the fridge and pulling out the plate, putting it by the stove for Dean.

“Hey, Y/N?” asked Dean as you started to head back down the hall to give everyone a shout. “You forgot the maple syrup.”

“Oh yeah,” you said, going back to get it. “I totally forgot about that.”

“You love it. How could you forget that?” he asked, wiping off his hands and squeezing some onto the pan.

“My mind was somewhere else I guess,” you said, Dean laying a few strips down, not wanting to share how your skin still tickled from his scruffy jaw on you a minute before. You moved beside him and got the eggs in another pan, Dean wincing when he forget. “Probably should have done the eggs first. I guess you aren’t the only one day dreaming.”

“I got this,” you said, moving a spatula around. “Think if we yell they’ll hear us?”

“Only one way to know,” said Dean, giving you a smirk.

A minute later you heard people shouting back and grumbling, feet pounding down the stairs.

“Dude! It’s eight in the morning! Sleep in much?” asked Sam, his hair sticking out sideways. Dean giggled as you buried your face in his shoulder to try and hide your own. “Oh shut up dorks. You both got way worse bedhead going on.”

“Would you mind helping with the plates, Sammy?” you asked, his hands running through his hair to try and fix it.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, going to a cupboard and pulling them out, setting them on the counter, taking a deep sniff. “Maple bacon? Well I wouldn’t have complained if I knew we’re getting that.”

“That’s what I thought,” said Dean, pointing his spatula at him. “Now out of the kitchen while the chefs work.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” said Sam, heading down the hall to open the blinds.

“How much you want to bet he wakes up early acting like a little kid on Christmas morning tomorrow?” you asked, nudging Dean but getting a strange face back. “Wait, he’s never had a normal Christmas. You barely had one.”

“He’s looking forward to tomorrow more than you realize, Y/N. We all are,” said Dean. “But the only sappy thing allowed in my kitchen is more syrup.”

“You got it boss,” you said, squeezing more down in the pan, going back to the eggs, bumping back and forth into Dean as you worked. “Eggs are just about set.”

“Plenty of bacon too,” he said, holding a plate of it up. “First dibs before the horde comes for it.”

“Mm, best Christmas ever so far,” you said, munching on a piece and not wanting to fight back the moan.

“I’m sure it’s bound to get even better today.”

“How about the Winchesters, Kevin and Benny team up and us girls will take Cas off your hands? Five minutes to prep?” asked Charlie later that day out in the backyard. You shot Dean a look, his face scrunching up at you. “Uh uh, she and that arm of hers is ours, Winchester.”

“We’ll see about that,” said Dean, patting Cas on the shoulder as he headed over to your side of the yard. “No angel powers buddy.”

Five minutes later you had a good amount of snowballs stacked up, Cas creating them more quickly than you could do on your own. Donna had come up with a fast and efficient ambush plan that was so below the belt your forgot what a sweetheart she was for a moment.

“Y/N, you’re our clincher,” said Donna, tossing a piece of snow up and down. “Just got to get them out in the open and then we’ll reign down on them.”

“I got this,” you said, fist bumping them each as you heard Jody open the back door and shout that your time was up. You grabbed a ball just in case and headed into the woods a ways, cutting around the yard until you were sneaking up behind the boys, Dean acting as a lookout for their side it seemed like. “Got you, Winchester.”

You threw your ball and saw it impact against the coat. You collected more snow and ran over to the trees carefully, quickly spotting there was only a jacket there and nothing more.

“Hi,” you heard behind you, just in time to get pelted with a ball. You ducked down and saw the jacket move away, your feet trying to book it out of there before Dean got it back on. You were too slow though and felt a pair of big arms wrap around you and lift you up, carrying you over to a different set up trees to hide behind. “What did I teach you about the obvious approach, Y/N?”

“Donna’s plan, not mine,” you said, as you squirmed a little but stopped, glancing your head back with a smile. “Want to let me go, bestie?”

“Nah, bestie,” said Dean with an equally large grin, his arms around you like you were in a big bear hug. “You’re too valuable to give up like that.”

“What are you boys up to?” you asked, Dean loosening his grip a little to take the ball out of your hand.

“Watch and you might get through this without snow down your shirt sweetheart,” he teased, walking out to the clearing in the yard. “We got your present! Come on, let’s do this like professionals!”

“We got your presents too!” shouted Charlie, the three other men appearing from around the house, holding snowballs and wearing big grins.

“I was a decoy!” you shouted back, Charlie laughing as Dean started to drop his arms from around you.

“We couldn’t trust you!” said Donna, Dean releasing his hold completely.

“Uh, Y/N...I think we’ve been played,” said Dean, backing up when you saw your friends start charging.

“Yup, definitely that,” you said, chasing after him as you ran around the house, no match for that many snowballs being tossed in your direction. You eventually surrendered after getting hit more than a few times and settled on making a snowman in the front yard, Cas laughing to himself when he made a snow angel. Jody and Bobby were rolling their eyes though when you came in shivering.

“Okay everybody, put your wet stuff by the furnace in the cellar to dry. Bobby made cocoa,” she said, holding up her hands at you and Dean. “Dumb and dumber go take warm showers, you’re both shaking.”

You went to protest but she scowled and pushed you both towards the stairs. You knew your shirt was wet and Dean’s likely as well, Jody’s mom face scary enough to do as told. After getting out of most of your clothes, you ran upstairs with Dean hot on your tail, both vying for the bathroom first. You had your fresh clothes and small bag with you when you saw him walking inside.

“Two minutes, sweetheart,” he said. You went back to your room and stood by the heater, Dean knocking on your door three minutes later with a towel around his waist, water droplets all over his skin. “You’re all set.”

“Did you even warm up?” you asked, Dean smiling as you followed him down the hall.

“Yeah. You like hot showers. You don’t have to worry about using it up now,” he said, hands on your shoulders pushing you inside, your mind going back to a few months ago. “Get out of those wet clothes now and warm up for me.”

“Y/N! Inside, now!” Dean half-shouted at you. You knew you looked like a poor wet puppy dog, shivering and soaking wet as Dean sat you down in a chair, rushing into the motel bathroom.

“F-Fine. I’m-mmm, f-f-fine,” you stuttered out, Dean pulling you into the bathroom fast, putting you under the hot shower fully clothed. You winced and he turned the heat down, pulling your arms away from yourself, getting himself soaked in the process.

“You were in the woods in the freezing rain in practically no clothes all day, sweetheart. We have got to warm you up,” said Dean, your tank and pajama shorts clinging to your body as you reluctantly let him keep you under the water. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let it follow me back here, let it take you and leave you for dead.”

“M’just c-c-cold-d-d,” you managed to get out, Dean moving the temperature warmer when he saw you reaching to turn it up.

“Stay here and I’ll find you some warm clothes,” said Dean, scurrying out and back a minute later, your sweatpants, some underwear, a long sleeve and one of his thick flannels in his arms. “Are you okay if I run and get you some hot food quick?”

You nodded and he left, pulling the door shut, your body regaining some feeling again after a while. When all the hot water was gone, you threw your hair in a towel and got dressed, padding out to find the heat in the room was cranked up. You crawled in one of the beds and curled up into a ball, some of the cold sticking with you unfortunately.

“Hey, sweetheart,” said Dean a little while later, your eyes cracking open to find him placing the blankets from the other bed on top of you. “I got you some tomato soup.”

You were expecting a can or one of those microwave cup soups but he brought over a mug looking container and peeled the top off, sticking in a straw. You took a slow sip and were surprised when it was hot, flavorful but hadn’t burnt your tongue off. You gave Dean a tired smile while he held it for you as you drank up, your body more than happy for the inner warmth. When you shook your head that you were done, Dean put it aside and got you some water, brushing his thumb over your flush cheeks.

“There you go. You got some color back in you,” he said, tucking your blankets in tight. “How about you get some sleep and we’ll head home when you’re feeling better?”

“Thanks,” you said softly, shutting your eyes. “For getting me.”

“There was no way you could have gotten out yourself. It’s my fault,” he said, clicking off the light.

“S’not,” you said, bumping his hand with your head. “Monster’s fault.”

“Okay, Y/N,” he said, kissing your forehead. “You’re safe now and that’s all that matters.”

You pulled the door shut after you and shed your wet items, sighing when you were under the hot spray, Dean leaving it up for you on the gentle setting how he knew you liked. It was twenty minutes later when you were standing in front of the mirror with the hair dryer going, Dean knocking on the door before you opened it up.

“I left my...” he said, pointing to his wet jeans and boxers shoved in the corner.

“I’ll put them in the laundry with my stuff,” you said, Dean scooping them up and your clothes, returning a minute later. “Did you put them in?”

“Uh huh,” he said, his hand on your wrist moving the dryer up to wave over his damp hair. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“Go to your stocking and get the blue and white striped package and bring it back up,” you said. Dean gave you control of your hand again and went down stairs, coming up with the present in his hands as you nodded. “Open it.”

“Y/N, this is awesome. I thought they were sold out until next year,” he said, pulling the oversized wool hat down over his head. “So much warmer already.”

“You always steal my one at home. I figured I’d get you one,” you said, Dean smiling down at you.

“I love it,” he said, taking the trash away and returning a moment later with his hoodie on and another one in his hands. “I brought the one you like to steal from me all the time since you’re always cold.”

“Ah, best friend ever,” you said, turning off the dryer and putting the sweatshirt on. Dean must have grabbed your hat from your room and soon he was pulling it down over your head, patting it satisfied that you would be toasty warm soon. “Do you think there’s any cocoa left?”

“There better be,” he said, following after you as you cleaned up the bathroom quick and headed down. You saw another bit of mistletoe was under the landing on the stairs, Dean’s groan obviously checking him off the list of culprits. “Who’s doing that?”

“I thought it was Charlie at first but now I don’t have a clue,” you said. “Just ignore them.”

“Will do,” he said, both of you quickly bypassing it and getting cocoa from the kitchen, more than a few people staring at their stockings as you headed into the front room.

“Yes, everyone can take one thing from their stocking tonight,” you said, everyone diving in fast. You saw Dean go to yours and pull out a red package, your face scrunching up.

“You aren’t buying your own stocking stuffers, sweetheart,” he said with a smile. “Merry Christmas Eve.”

You could hear paper shredding in every direction as you took your time to undo yours, grinning up at Dean as you held up the flannel wool socks.

“I know it's a sucky present but your feet are like ice,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You always say they get so cold.”

“I love them, Dean,” you said, tearing off the packaging and slipping them on, sighing as your toes instantly started to get some heat back in them. “My feet really love them.”

“Your actual presents are much better, I promise,” he said. You leaned up and grabbed his hand, pulling him to sit on your lap, getting a care free laugh that was rare from those lips as he crushed you.

“I love it,” you said, distinctly aware that the room had started to go quiet. “Is anybody else still freezing or just us?”

“Let’s get a fire going,” said Charlie, her face staying neutral much to your thanks. People started to break off after that, some to watch movies, others to play games or take a nap before dinner, leaving you and Dean alone, his body starting to make you forget you were ever cold in the first place.

“Cookies?” asked Dean.

“Now you’re talking.”

“Blanket for you,” said Dean, tossing one and then another over your body late that night, the wind whipping outside, the lights flickering every so often. “How long before the power goes out you think?”

You heard the hum of electricity stop and a generator kick on for the fridge, Dean laughing.

“You just had to say it,” you said. Dean put another log on the fire and sat down beside you, pulling his own blankets over himself. “Of course we picked the two rooms with electric heat.”

“We can always crash on the floor of Sammy’s,” said Dean, stretching his legs out.

“We share a room with him all the time. I’m sure he wants a bit of privacy,” you said, throwing your feet up on the ottoman, brushing Dean’s but thankful they weren’t so cold now. “This couch is extremely comfy.”

“Yeah it is,” said Dean, nuzzling down so he was laying, resting his head on your shoulder. “You’re comfy too.”

“Uh huh,” you said, slumping your own body down, laying your head against your pillow, Dean’s head right there on your shoulder in favor of using his own pillow. He shifted closer and let out a sigh, looking up with puppy dog eyes. “You drink too much egg nog? You’re kind of silly.”

“I’m mostly sober and you’re very cuddly,” said Dean, closing his eyes, a big smile on his face. “Let’s do this again.”

“The holiday thing or the cuddle thing?” you asked, shifting closer to Dean even if it wasn’t really possible. His eyes fluttered open and you saw them go to your lips, cautiously raising to meet yours.

“The holiday thing,” he said quietly, his hot exhale fanning over your face.

“Yeah,” you said, staring at the soft pink lips less than an inch away, moving your own eyes back to find his were down again. “We should do this stuff more often.”

“Y/N,” said Dean, swallowing thickly. His face was partly hidden in the shadows, his normal tells shrouded.

“Yeah,” you said, Dean licking his lips.

“They were all doing the mistletoe thing,” he said. His head leaned forward a sliver, yours staying put in case it was nothing. “I got it out of Sammy earlier.”

“I figured,” you said. Dean’s eyes finally moved up to meet yours, darker and brighter than you were used to. “Charlie probably talked him into it, them all into it.”

“He talked her into it he said,” said Dean with a tiny head shake. “Sorry. I know we’re just friends.”

“Just friends,” you said, Dean nodding as he swiped his tongue over his lips again. “Dean.”

He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to you, not moving at all, simply letting it linger before he moved back. He found it in himself to look you in the eye and catch you smile. He moved in again, kissing you with confidence and a sweet possessiveness you weren’t ready for but melted into. You pulled up your blanket and he rolled on top of you, cupping your cheek. He was blushing when you ran a thumb over his cheek, one of you smiling every so often until you had to stop and get a handle of yourselves. He slowed it down and went back to laying beside you, kissing you long and deep, your need for air the only thing forcing you apart.

“So...” you said, his forehead resting on yours, his nose nuzzling your own. “About that just friends thing...not really working for me.”

“Me either,” he laughed. “Now that I’ve got a taste, I can’t go back.”

“What are we going to do about that?” you teased, Dean stealing a quick kiss, pulling your body flush with his.

“Wait,” he said. You furrowed your brow, Dean smiling as you went still. A few seconds later you heard a clock chime midnight. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Dean,” you said, Dean throwing an arm over your waist as you settled back in for bed.

“Do you want to make my Christmas and try this whole dating thing?” he asked, only a sliver of nervousness hidden under his light voice.

“Favorite present ever,” you said, Dean giving you a tight embrace. “I got a boyfriend this year.”

“I got a girlfriend,” said Dean softly. “Although the boyfriend thing is better than the socks.”

“I really did like them Dean. It was thoughtful,” you said, burrowing yourself into his warmth. “Nothing beats boyfriend though.”

“Probably not, but you haven’t opened your other presents yet,” he teased, kissing you one more time like he couldn’t get enough. “Night, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

“Well, well, well,” said Sam, standing behind the back of the couch, smiling down at you and Dean as you stirred awake, spotting the lights back on the tree and in the house. “Merry Christmas big spoon, little spoon.”

“Merry Christmas Sammy,” said Dean, flipping you around and giving you a short kiss. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

“Back at ya,” you said, looking up to see Sam with a hesitant smile. “You can stop hanging mistletoe now. We’re kind of a couple.”

“Charlie! You owe me twenty bucks!” shouted Sam, wearing a huge grin as you saw the sun just barely out through the windows.

“Oh come on!” you heard her say as she pounded down the stairs, staring at you and Dean as you got up and started folding up your blankets to make room for the rest of them that would be joining any minute you figured. “Please, please tell me you did it last night.”

“Woah girl, we’ve been dating like eight hours, not doing it on the couch for everyone to see. He’s got to buy me dinner first,” you teased, Dean smacking your bottom lightly.

“She thought she could do it by Christmas Eve,” said Sam, Charlie crossing her arms “Pay up, red.”

“Eh, I think it’s close enough. You should be paying me,” she said, Sam’s jaw dropping.

“No, you lost,” he said, poking her in the chest. “You give-”

“Where’s breakfast?” asked Bobby, trudging down the stairs with a scowl. “You woke me up so there better be food waiting in that kitchen by the time I get there.”

“We’ll eat after presents,” you said, heading down the hall. “But first...coffee.”

“That’s my girl,” said Dean, Bobby rolling his eyes at him but offering you a small smile when Dean had his back turned.

“Not you too Bobby,” you said, his shoulders moving up and down.

“Well everyone else was doing it,” he said. “I’ll take mine black.”

By the time you had the stragglers downstairs and everyone’s coffee order done, you had a santa hat on your head and a smile on your face. Someone told you to take a seat as presents and stockings started to get passed around, everyone getting their own piles going before you dug in.

You got a few things you weren’t expecting, all of them that would certainly be put to good use. You were about to ask Dean how he liked his main present, a weekend pass to a big muscle car show in the spring he talked about every once in a while, when he looked like he was having a heart attack.

“I left yours at home,” he said, nothing under the tree apart from some shreds of paper. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you said, giving his hand a squeeze. “More to look forward to later on. Now how about you, you like that?”

“It’s perfect,” said Dean, holding up the two badges. “Who’s the other one for?”

“Whoever you want,” you said, originally thinking Sam would be his first pick but Sam shaking his head and pointing at you.

“I can’t wait to go with you,” he said, kissing your cheek. “I always wanted to.”

“You’re allowed to have nice things Dean. Speaking of which...why don’t you open the green one?”

“Dean,” you said, poking your head in his room that night after dinner. “Come on, we’re watching a movie. No hiding away in here.”

“We aren’t out of here until after New Years,” he said, standing by his bag, staring down at it.

“Are you still upset about leaving my present behind? I will gladly open it when we get home,” you said, stepping inside and giving him a hug. “You’re only human. I got plenty today. It’s 100 percent no big deal, Dean.”

“Yeah, I guess,” he said, pulling back, a big grin forming on his face. “You’re cute when you’re all navie.”

“You did not,” you said, looking around the room, Dean laughing to himself. “Alright, Winchester, where is it?”

“Maybe I’ll just let you figure that out on your own,” he said, watching you walk to the other side of the room and grunt. You came back and he hummed, laughing to himself until you were standing in front of him. “Need a hint?”

“Yes please,” you said, wrapping your arms around him.

“Look up,” he said. You giggled when you saw the mistletoe covered bag hanging from the ceiling fan. Dean gave you a long kiss before picking you up and lifting you on his shoulders to untie it.

“Sneaky, I like,” you said, sliding off his back, pulling out a lumpy object wrapped with the squirrel paper you got him as a joke. You peeled it away carefully, holding up a simple red flannel that you swore you already owned. “Wait...is this...”

“When you moved in we got you that to let you know you were family. You always brought it on hunts, in the car, everywhere. Until you lost it somewhere in Iowa a few months ago. It took awhile and more than a few bribes but I tracked it down,” he said. “It’s got-”

“You tried to write sweetheart on the tag but wrote too big,” you said, finding the word “Sweet” and a heart drawn next to it. “I can’t believe you found it.”

“I did actually accidentally leave your other present at home,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “In case this one sucks.”

“Why do you think all of your presents suck, Dean?” you asked, hugging the cloth to your chest. “I love them.”

“Your’s are all thoughtful and stuff,” he said with a shrug. “I gave you socks and a shirt.”

“Right, because traveling to a different state to go get a flannel shirt that anyone else would throw away but means the world to me is totally not thoughtful,” you said. “You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known Dean.”

“Um, I’m pretty sure that’s debatable,” he said. You slipped the flannel on over your pajama tee, grabbing his hand.

“Nah, it’s really not,” you said, heading for the hall. “Let’s watch some Christmas vacation.”

“Wait,” he said, tugging you back in the room. “I...there was another part of your present.”

He pulled a card out of his back pocket, handing it over, your name written on a plain envelope.

“I’m not the greatest with words by any means so feel free to roll your eyes or ignore it or toss it in the trash but...you were supposed to get that too in case I didn’t man up by tonight, tell you how I felt,” he said.

“Did you write me a love letter?” you asked. Dean groaned with a smile. “I told you, sweetest man I ever met.”

“Just...read it in private for my sake. I got a reputation to uphold,” he said.

“Alright,” you said, putting the card down on his bedside table. “I’ll look at it before bed.”

“You want to stay with me?” he asked, his face lighting up.

“Very much so,” you said, leaning up and kissing his cheek. “You’re nice to cuddle up to.”

“You too,” he said. “Even if you hog the blankets.”

“I do not!” you said, Dean chuckling as you finally headed downstairs.

“Whatever you say sweetheart.”

“Alright,” you said, you and Dean staring at the bed with pouts. “This is a slight dilemma.”

“We could take turns?” suggested Dean.

“We’re going to take turns every single night of who gets the left side of the bed?” you asked, Dean humming. “You take it. You’re taller than me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind,” he said.

“Right’s mine from now on,” you said, flinging the covers back and crawling in. Dean got in his side and threw you a smile, glancing up at the ceiling. “Got more presents up there or something?”

“No,” he laughed, turning his head to face you. “Did you read your letter yet?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, putting a finger under his chin when he tried to tuck it down. “I want you to feel good, Dean. I know our lives aren’t perfect but...you’re not alone in it. You got me. Sam. A house full of people that love you. You have a family, Dean. So even if I’m not around to help, we’re here for you.”

“You know I wrote it down so I wouldn’t have to talk about it,” he said.

“You wrote it down because you were afraid I’d reject you and you didn’t want to be there if that happened. But you talked anyways so it makes me feel kind of special,” you said. You curled up next to him, pecking a kiss to his nose. “I’m crappy at relationships too so we’ll just have to get very good at working as a team to get through our combined crap.”

“You don’t have crap. You’re perfect,” he said.

“I hog blankets for one,” you said with a smirk. “Plus a hunter’s life full of issues and the nightmares to match.”

“No nightmares tonight,” he said, moving his body to finally relax around yours. “Just sweet dreams.”

“Sounds perfect.”

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20 common incenses and what to use them for

by Michelle Gruben

Grown in a Witch’s garden, picked at midnight with a silver sickle, mixed 39 times by hand, and so on. Magickal incenses can be a potent, personal tool with infinite variations.

But sometimes you just need an incense that smells good and is in accord with your magickal purposes. An incense that doesn’t require a mortar and pestle, charcoal, or fireproof gloves before you can light up. Sometimes, you’re rushing into the supermarket on the way to a ritual and you need to choose an incense now so you can grab the bean dip and get the hell outta there.

Thinking about just such occasions, I’ve compiled a list of popular incenses that are readily available in stick and cone form. This mini incense almanac owes more to the corner store than to Culpeper. But don’t be fooled: Even in their self-lighting, artificially scented and colored form, the following fragrances have the power to inspire a magickal state of mind.

Here are 20 incense correspondences for the urban Witch or dollar-store Pagan:

Amber

Nothing says “temple” like the complex, haunting bouquet of Amber. This blend of resins, musk, and florals is an excellent multi-purpose incense. Use it for wisdom and truth-seeking, as well as rituals of love and desire. Amber corresponds to Air and Fire, though some of the darker versions lean towards Earth. As the components of Amber have been used in sacred rites for thousands of years, it is said to be excellent for past-life recall and initiation rituals.

Cinnamon

A traditional incense of Mars, Cinnamon has the advantage of being easy to find in cardboard boxes next to cash registers. Burn Cinnamon incense for protection and personal power. Fiery cleansing is another superpower of Cinnamon incense (when White Sage is just too sweet to do the job). Cinnamon can be used either to inflame passion, or to counter the effects of love spells.

Citrus

Lemon incense brings a bright, Solar burst of confidence and good luck. Burn it when you need extra energy to accomplish your goals. Orange incense has a similar meaning of joy, good fortune, and prosperity. Orange or Orange Blossom is a traditional incense for happiness in marriage.

Coconut

What’s a Witch to do with Coconut? This one’s a stumper. The plant usually gets sorted into the Feminine/Lunar domain of divination and love magick. It’s also associated with chastity. (Presumably because the fruit’s so difficult to get inside.) You could use Coconut as a Lunar incense, I guess, if the Walgreens is sold out of Jasmine.

Dragon’s Blood

Real Dragon’s Blood is a rare and monstrously expensive tree resin. Drugstore Dragon’s Blood can smell like anything from aftershave to cherry air freshener. (Good ones strike a balance between sweet, spicy, and earthy.) Dragon’s Blood incense is used to empower just about any working. It lends fiery energy to love magick, protection, oath-making, etc. Draconic witches sometimes choose Dragon’s Blood as a general temple incense.

Evergreen

Cedar, Pine, Forest, Misty Mountain—whatever they want to call it, this is the stuff in the green box that smells like Irish Spring. This group of fragrances is used for wisdom, cleansing, and protection. Evergreen incenses are also popular for money magick. It is probably the easiest Jupiter incense to find in a hurry.

Frankincense

If you’re at the incense counter and you only have a handful of coins, you could do worse than to grab the Frankincense. This ancient fragrance will help you to accomplish most magickal aims. Setting sacred space, consecrating tools, offerings to ancestors and deities—Frankincense does all that stuff before lunch. Purification, power, and riches, too, are attributes of Frankincense. Some incense blends balance all that fiery Solar energy with dark, healing Myrrh.

Honey/Honeysuckle

The unapologetically sweet stuff is ideal for rituals of prosperity and seduction. Honey fragrances are used to draw wealth, admiration, and luxury into your life. They are also a good choice for Faery offerings.

Jasmine

Versatile Jasmine is used for meditation and psychic sight, as well as love spells. Jasmine blooms at night and is said to encourage prophetic dreams. A Lunar incense, Jasmine is especially appropriate for New Moon and Full Moon rituals. "Night Queen" incense is Jasmine sexed up with musk or exotic spices—perfect for magick that is both sensual and spiritual.

Lavender

A cleansing, Airy fragrance, Lavender is a go-to incense for refreshing the body, mind, and home environment. It is used in rites of healing and in meditation. Lavender varies a lot from bracing herbal fragrances to powdery florals. The exact vibration of the Lavender incense will vary based on its aroma, from gentle and soothing to bright and invigorating.

Musk

Originally, Musk comes from the rare secretions of mammal reproductive glands. It’s a perfume of Earth. In magick, Musk is used for getting a mate or marking one’s territory (e.g., a mate). Some Musk incenses round off the sharper edges with romantic white florals—which may or may not be what you want for your love magick. In either case, good luck finding one that doesn’t smell like old man cologne.

Nag Champa

First blended in India, Nag Champa is now the most popular incense fragrance worldwide. (So it’s certain to be in a display rack near you.) Nag Champa is a wonderful aid to meditation and may be used as a general magickal incense. Its heavenly blend of florals and Sandalwood stimulate spiritual awareness, while helping keep you grounded in the here and now.

Opium

Opium incenses are heavy, sweet florals with hints of dark musk and spice. They are supposed to mimic the scent of the fresh opium poppy—but of course, such a thing is so rare that few people have ever smelled one. Opium is well-known for inducing sleep, dreams, and visions. Opium incense may be used for dream and trance magick.

Opium’s dangerous reputation has followed it into the magickal world, where Opium incense has a certain naughty allure. Some Witches use it when seeking forbidden knowledge or consulting with unholy spirits. Opium may stand in as a Saturn incense when you don't want to mess with rare or poisonous Saturn herbs.

Patchouli

Patchouli is famous for masking B.O. and the smell of pot, but that need not be its only legacy. This dark, earthy aroma—love it or hate it—is an exceptional incense for the magick of attraction. Sex and money spells are Patchouli’s best uses.

Rain

Usually a mix of watery florals, Rain-type fragrances are ideal for cleansing, healing, and relaxation. The fresh, cool aroma calms anger and helps to make a new start. In a pinch, a Fresh Linen fragrance will do the same thing. Both make fabulous seasonal incenses for Springtime.

Rose

A classic lover’s incense. Rose corresponds to Venus, and is used in workings to attract and keep true love. Both romantic love and self-love are boosted by the scent of Rose. Not just a pretty face, the Rose flower has an especially sacred energy and may be used to open the heart and stimulate psychic gifts.

Sandalwood

A holy wood renowned in India, Sandalwood consecrates and heals. Its magickal uses include wishes, peace, and removing negativity. It is also used to bless altars and tools and create ritual space. Sandalwood may never be used to curse or compel, but only to empower benevolent magick.

Sugar and Spice

The “Sugar and Spice” family of incenses includes such members as Apple Cider, Christmas Cookie, and Gingerbread. These mouth-watering fragrances can be useful in spells when you want to “sweeten up” a person (or persons). How better to persuade someone than with a tray of freshly prepared delicacies? They evoke generosity, celebration, and pleasure. Alternatively, use them as seasonal incenses for Yuletide.

Vanilla

Another fragrance without an obvious magickal heritage, Vanilla incense can still be useful in the Witch’s pantry. Vanilla is calming and pleasing. It can provoke mental and physical arousal and stimulate good luck. If Vanilla appeals to you, try using it during meditation. Happiness, prosperity, and knowledge-seeking are possible uses for Vanilla incense.

Wild Berry/Strawberry

Berry bushes in fruit have an age-old association with the Goddess. Any red berry incense may be used in fertility and love-producing magick. (Cherry, too.) Berries are the great providers of Nature—use berry fragrances to cultivate generosity and sweetness.

https://www.groveandgrotto.com/blogs/articles/20-common-incenses-and-what-to-use-them-for

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Fic Prompts: Folklore Friday

Kids have run off into the woods, Stepmothers and Uncanny Dogs are on patrol, Strange Things are afoot. Meanwhile, back at the Alchemist’s cottage...

The Alchemist blinked at the open window, trying to piece together what had just happened. Beside her, her apprentice looked as though he weren’t sure whether to be amused or horrified, and had come up with some dire expression of both at the same time.

“My boy,” said Alchemist slowly, “did you add anything to the dough?”

“I don’t think so, Master,” said the apprentice, fidgeting, “But I did fall against your spice rack while tidying. Something may have fallen in without me knowing.”

Alchemist frowned and made a mental note to herself to examine the so-called spice rack later and make sure nothing particularly unusual had been lost. The apprentice was a good lad, a selfless lad, but this was not the first time something had gone horribly awry when he wasn’t paying attention.

“Come along then, my boy,” said the alchemist, “We’d best catch that thing before it frightens someone to death.”

“Perhaps I shouldn’t have decorated it quite so much,” the apprentice allowed with a faint blush. “But he looked so becoming in his little icing jacket, Master! I couldn’t just let him go unclothed!”

“No, I suppose not.”

Despite the fact that two humans, even if one of them is only half grown, have much longer legs than a homunculus made of gingerbread, the Gingerbread Man had a bit of a headstart on Alchemist and her apprentice and was already well on his way down the hill. He reveled in his freedom and chortled merrily, thinking of all the mischief he could inspire. With a nimble leap, the Gingerbread Man cleared the fencepost he’d been walking along and found himself in a yard full of chickens.

“Good day to you,” said a hen, and this would have been a horrifying and exceedingly unusual turn of events anywhere else, considering chickens aren’t supposed to know the language of people. But between the crafty Neighbors in the wood and failed experiments by the alchemist up the hill, farmers had long since ceased taking notice of farm animals behaving oddly. If the cow wanted to greet the dawn from the barn roof, so long as she still gave milk, why not let her?

“Hullo, old Henny Penny,” said the Gingerbread Man, which was very rude, not least because the hen’s name was Georgette and not Penny. “What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for food,” said the hen, and she stared very hard at the Gingerbread Man, who began to feel uncomfortable. He had not been alive long enough to know about the dangers of chickens, but his instincts were very good.

At that moment, the cow on the roof kicked a shingle loose and it landed with a thwack in the yard next to the hens and the homunculus.

“What in the world was that?!” cried Georgette.

“A piece of the sky falling, I expect,” said the Gingerbread Man carelessly, and for all he knew, that’s just what it was. Well that statement seemed to concern the chickens even more than the falling shingle had, and the Gingerbread Man took advantage of their distraction to hop out of the yard and continue on his way.

(For her part, Georgette the hen showed up in town with half the farm fowl several hours later, announcing herself as some kind of doomsday prophet, and mass chaos reigned for the next three days until a Very Useful Fox put an end to the madness and the doomsday prophet.)

The Gingerbread Man encountered hungry children, adults, a wolf, and even a very ambitious chipmunk as he went along the road, and each time he managed to outpace them he called back his irritating song: Run run, as fast as you can. You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man! This was, of course, thoroughly obvious to anyone following him. Why he felt he needed to remind his pursuers of his identity was a mystery to them all.

They ran after him, getting quite close once or twice, all the way into the first mile of the Dim Forest, and there most of them stopped. One does not simply walk into the Dim Forest unless one has a plan of action, and most of them had just been thinking they’d like a snack. It was clear that their energy was better spent on other things than a sentient cookie that’s been running along a dirt road for the better part of two hours, and so most of them gave up there and went home. The Gingerbread Man, thinking himself very clever indeed, skipped along until he came to a swift stream.

It wasn’t wide -- by the standards of a human -- but it was deep and quick. The water whispered as it dashed along the banks, “Whoever drinks me will become a tiger- whoever drinks me will become a tiger!”

This would have been a marvelous thing for the Gingerbread Man, but he was fairly certain that he would become very soggy in the attempt, and he wasn’t even sure he had an esophagus or stomach to aid in drinking. Stymied in his journey, he sat down and frowned.

“What’s the trouble, chum?” asked a voice, and out of the bushes trotted a pretty little spaniel with glowing eyes. “Can’t get across?”

“You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!” said the homunculus, more out of habit than anything else.

“Good for you,” said the dog, “But you aren’t cheese and so I’m not as interested as I could be. Want to get across? I’ll carry you on my back if you wish.”

Well that sounded alright to the Gingerbread Man. He could outrun children and adults, wolves and chipmunks and hens, so why not? If the dog tried anything funny, he’d just outrun her too. And so the Gingerbread Man climbed up on the dog’s back and folded his arms.

The spaniel smiled a doggy smile and waded carefully into the stream, digging her paws into the mud while it was still shallow. “Oh dear,” she said, “It gets deep here. I think you’d better move to my head or you’ll get wet and crumbly.”

This was logical, and the homunculus moved up to the dog’s head while she swam with the current. They went on like this for a minute or so, fighting the water to get to the other side, and then the dog sank a little deeper into the water.

“Oh!” she said, “My paws can’t touch the bottom here! I’ll tilt my head up, why don’t you stand on my nose to keep dry?”

And the Gingerbread Man started to think that this was a little suspicious, but he was terribly confident in himself and was quite sure they’d make it to the other side before any further “helpful” suggestions could be made.

But of course, the Gingerbread Man was quite wrong, and Regina was a very clever dog. Balancing treats on her nose was just one of her many tricks. She got to the shallows on the other side of the stream, just enough to get her claws into the mud, and then with a shake of her head and a snap of her jaws, the little Gingerbread Man who had caused so much chaos disappeared.

Regina shook the water from her fur and licked her lips. “Not cheese,” she said, a little disappointed, “But not bad. Now, to find those kids.” And she bounded into the trees.

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eclectic-christian-witch · 7 years

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Most Complete Food Correspondence List I’ve seen!

Baked Goods & Grains

Baking is a wonderful opportunity to create magick in your kitchen. Especially when kneading bread, you have a great chance to infuse your food with your magickal intentions. In fact, bread making itself is considered by many to be a sacred act and can be a ritual in itself.

With many baked goods, such as breads, muffins, pies, cakes, or pastries, you can change the energies of your food by changing flavors or fillings. Several examples are given below, but the possibilities are endless! With things you can form into different shapes, such as cookies, pancakes or breads, you can further strengthen your intentions by forming them into a shape or symbol of what you are looking to achieve.

Barley ~ fertility, grounding, healing, love, lust, pain control, prosperity, protection

Bread ~ (in general) kinship, sustenance

Dill ~ bread love

Egg ~ bread fertility

Garlic bread ~ protection

Pita bread ~ spirituality

Seven-grain bread ~ prosperity

Twisted bread ~ protection

Brownies ~ love

Buckwheat~ grounding, prosperity, protection

Cake ~ (in general) celebrations, hospitality; also varies by flavor

Birthday Cake ~ prosperity

Wedding Cake ~ fertility, love, luck

Cookies ~ (in general) nurturing, love

Sugar Cookies ~ shape to determine goals

Crackers ~ grounding

Gingerbread ~ love, prosperity

Corn ~ cycles, eternity, luck, protection, spirituality

Lentil~ peace

Millet~ prosperity

Noodles ~ long life

Oat ~ grounding, prosperity

Pancake ~ luck; can be made from different ingredients or in different shapes for different goals

Pie ~ (round–in general) spirituality (square–in general) prosperity

Apple pie ~ healing, love, peace

Apricot pie ~ peace

Banana ~ cream pie prosperity

Blackberry pie ~ lust, prosperity

Custard pie ~ spirituality

Chocolate cream pie ~ love, prosperity

Coconut cream pie ~ spirituality

Cherry pie ~ love

Key lime pie ~ love, purification

Lemon pie ~ love, purification

Mince pie ~ luck, prosperity

Peach pie ~ happiness, healing, love, wisdom

Pecan pie ~ prosperity

Pineapple pie ~ healing, love, prosperity, protection

Pumpkin pie ~ healing, prosperity

Raspberry pie ~ happiness, love, protection

Rhubarb pie ~love, protection

Strawberry pie ~ love

Pretzel ~ protection

Rice ~ fertility, lust, prosperity, protection

Rye ~ fertility, love

Tortilla ~ protection, spirituality

Waffles~ friendship

Wheat ~ fertility, grounding, prosperity

Fruits

Apple ~ element of earth, happiness, healing, love, peace, success

Apricot ~ love, lust, peace

Avocado ~ beauty, love, lust

Banana ~ fertility, love, luck, potency, prosperity, spirituality

Blackberry ~ healing, lust, prosperity, protection

Blueberry ~ peace, protection

Cherry ~ female sexuality, happiness, love

Cranberry ~ protection

Date ~ spirituality, strength

Fig ~ lust, prosperity, strength

Grape ~ dreams, fertility, mental powers, prosperity

Grapefruit ~ cleansing & purification, healing

Guava ~ love, purification, relieving sorrow

Kumquat ~ luck, prosperity

Lemon ~ faithfulness, friendship, happiness, longevity, love, marriage

Lime ~ cleansing & purification, healing, love, peace, protection

Mango ~ love, lust, protection

Melon ~ healing, purification

Mulberry~ fertility, protection, psychic awareness, strength, wisdom

Nectarine ~ love

Orange ~ fidelity, healing, love, luck, peace, prosperity, purification

Papaya ~ love, protection

Passion fruit~ kinship, love, peace

Peach ~ happiness, healing, fertility, longevity, love, wisdom

Pear ~ longevity, love, luck, lust, prosperity

Persimmon ~ happiness, healing, luck

Pineapple ~ chastity, healing, love, luck, prosperity, protection

Plum ~ love, lust, protection

Pomegranate ~ creativity, fertility, fruitfulness, hospitality, luck, prosperity, wishes

Prickly Pear ~ protection

Quince happiness, love, protection

Raisin ~ mental powers, sun energy

Raspberry ~ happiness, love, protection, stamina, vigor

Star fruit ~ protection

Strawberry~ intensity, love, luck, romance, success

Tangerine ~ protection

Watermelon ~ healing

Vegetables

Alfalfa sprouts ~ prosperity

Artichoke ~ growth, protection

Asparagus ~ lust

Bamboo ~ luck, protection, psychic awareness, wishes

Bean ~ decision making, grounding, love, lust, prosperity, protection

Beet ~ beauty, love, passion

Broccoli ~ leadership, protection, strength

Brussel sprouts ~ endurance, protection, stability

Cabbage ~ luck, prosperity, protection

Carrot ~ fertility, grounding, luck, lust, vision

Cauliflower ~ protection

Celery ~ grounding, lust, mental powers, peace, psychic powers, weight loss

Chives ~ breaking bad habits, protection, weight loss

Cucumber ~ chastity, fertility, healing, peace

Eggplant ~ prosperity, spirituality

Endive ~ love, lust, physical strength

Kelp ~ weight loss

Leek ~ love, physical strength, protection

Lettuce ~ chastity, peace, prosperity, protection, relaxation, sleep

Mushroom ~ psychic awareness

Olive ~ fertility, healing, lust, peace, protection, spirituality

Onion ~ endurance, healing, lust, prophetic dreams, prosperity, protection, weight loss

Pea ~ love, prosperity

Pepper green ~ growth, prosperity

Pepper red ~ energy, strength, vitality

Pepper yellow ~ empowered creativity

Pickle ~ weight loss

Potato ~ compassion, grounding, healing, protection

Pumpkin ~ healing, prosperity

Radish ~ lust, protection

Rhubarb ~ fertility, love, protection

Soy ~ protection, psychic awareness, spirituality

Spinach ~ prosperity

Squash ~ spirituality

Sunflower ~ protection, success

Sweet potato ~ grounding, love, lust

Tomato ~ healing, love, prosperity, protection

Truffle ~ love, lust

Watercress ~ fertility, mental powers, protection

Nuts

All nuts ~ fertility, love, luck, prosperity

Acorn ~ fertility, healing, luck, prosperity, protection

Almond ~ healing, prosperity, wisdom

Brazil nut ~ love, prosperity

Cashew ~ prosperity

Chestnut ~ love, mental powers

Coconut ~ allure and confidence, chastity, diversity, flexibility, protection, psychic awareness, purification, spirituality

Hazelnut ~ fertility, luck, mental powers, wisdom

Macadamia ~ prosperity

Peanut ~ grounding, prosperity

Pecan ~ employment, prosperity

Pine nut ~ love, physical strength, prosperity

Walnut ~ healing, infertility, mental powers, protection, wishes

Dairy, Eggs, & Meat

Some people view the consumption of animals and even animal products as a violation of the Wiccan Rede, so there is not much to be found on the correspondences of these types of food. However, for those of us that do consume these products, there is no reason that they cannot be used to put some extra oomph into a magickal meal.

Beef ~ grounding, prosperity, protection, strength

Butter ~ smoothing relationships, spirituality, tenacity

Caviar ~ lust

Cheese ~ grounding, healing, joy, things coming to fruition

Chicken ~ grounding, healing, protection, strength

Crab ~ lust, protection

Deer ~ elegance, grace, protection, refinement, strength

Egg ~fertility, lust, protection, spirituality, strength

Fish ~love, lust, psychic powers, strength

Ham ~ dramatic energy, grounding, protection, theatrical flair, strength

Ice cream depends on flavor:

Butter pecan ~ employment, prosperity

Chocolate (including chip, fudge ripple, etc.) ~ love, prosperity

Coffee ~ mental powers

Neapolitan ~ love, prosperity

Praline pecan ~ prosperity

Strawberry ~ love

Vanilla~ love

Lamb ~ sensitivity, kindness, strength, warmth

Milk ~ Goddess energy, love, nurturing, spirituality

Pork ~ grounding, fertility, strength

Sausage ~ grounding, protection, variety, zest

Shellfish ~ lust, psychic awareness

Turkey~ family gatherings, grounding, protection

Whipped Cream ~ prosperity

Yogurt ~ healing, spirituality

Beverages • Alcoholic This is not to say that if you don’t drink, you should start, but if do anyway, this information may be useful to you. Remember, to use moderation if you do drink, and keep in mind that getting drunk will impair your ability to perform magickally. If you are under the legal drinking age, don’t drink, no matter how mature you think you are. AND NEVER, EVER, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES DRINK AND DRIVE!

Apricot brandy ~ lust

Beer ~ purification

Blackberry brandy ~ lust, prosperity

Champagne ~ lust

Cognac ~ lust

Crème de cacao~ love, prosperity

Crème de menthe ~ purification

Kirsch~ love

Kummel ~ health, protection

Mead ~ love

Rum ~ lust, protection

Tequila ~ lust

Wine red~ celebrations, joy

White wine~ love

• Non-alcoholic

Chocolate Milk ~prosperity

Cider ~ healing, weight loss

Coffee ~ mental powers, physical energy, strength

Juice ~ energy, psychic awareness, purification, rejuvenation, vitality, can also vary with type of juice

Cranberry ~ juice protection

Grape juice ~ weight loss

Orange juice ~ purification

Lemonade ~ love, purification

Milk ~ love, nurturing, spirituality

Tea ~ courage, mental powers, prosperity, restfulness, strength

Tisane ~ varies depending on specific herbs used

Water ~ purification

Cooking Herbs and Spices Herbs and spices not only add flavor and an extra kick to the flavor of your food, they can add a lot of energy to your magickal workings as well.

Allspice ~ determination, energy, harmony, healing, prosperity

Anise ~ love, protection, psychic powers, purification

Basil ~ love, peace, prosperity, protection, understanding

Bay ~ healing, protection, psychic powers, purification, repels negativity, strength, success

Black Pepper ~ banishing, cleansing, and purification, protection

Caraway ~ anti-theft, healing, love, luck, lust, mental powers, prosperity, protection, trust

Cardamom ~ increases strength of unions, love, lust, peace

Celery seed ~ grounding, lust, mental powers, peace, psychic powers

Cinnamon ~ healing, love, luck, lust, peace, protection, psychic powers, strength, success

Cloves ~ courage, love, lust, money, protection, repels negativity

Coriander ~ healing, love, lust, mental powers

Cumin ~ anti-theft, happiness, fidelity, peace, protection

Curry ~ protection

Dill ~ love, lust, mental powers, prosperity, protection (especially of children), weight loss

Fennel ~ healing, protection, purification, strength, weight loss

Garlic ~ anti-theft, banishing, cleansing & purification, healing, lust, prosperity, protection, repels negativity

Ginger ~ adventure, cleansing, healing, love, lust, power, success

Horseradish ~ protection, purification

Lemon grass~ lust, psychic cleansing and opening

Licorice ~ fidelity, love, lust

Mace ~ mental powers, psychic powers, self-discipline

Marjoram ~ cleansing & purification, happiness, healing, prosperity, protection, repels negativity

Mint ~ communication, energy, healing, love, lust, prosperity, protection, travel

Mustard seed ~ courage, endurance, faith, fertility, mental powers, protection

Nutmeg ~ confidence, emotional openness, fidelity, healing, luck, prosperity, social interaction

Oregano ~ energy, joy, peace, strength, vitality

Parsley ~ domestic tranquility, energy, luck, lust, prosperity, protection (especially of the home and from accidents), purification

Peppermint ~ change, healing, love, lust, psychic powers, purification, sleep, strength

Poppy Seed ~ abundance, fertility, love, luck, prosperity, sleep

Rosemary ~ cleansing & purification, healing, love, lust, mental powers, protection, sleep, youth

Saffron ~ abundance, happiness, healing, leadership, love, luck, lust, prosperity, spirituality, strength

Sage ~ cleansing & purification, healing, longevity, mental powers, protection, psychic powers, wishes

Sesame Seed ~ fertility, love, lust, prosperity, protection

Thyme ~ courage, healing, love, psychic powers, purification, sleep, strength

Turmeric ~ purification

Vanilla ~ joy, love, luck, lust, mental powers

Other Ingredients & Miscellaneous Foods Herbs and spices not only add flavor and an extra kick to the flavor of your food, they can add a lot of energy to your magickal workings as well.

Apple cider vinegar ~ healing

Baking soda or powder ~ raising energy or expectations

Candy ~ prosperity

Carob ~ love, prosperity

Chili ~ protection

Chocolate ~ lifting emotions, love, prosperity

Corn Syrup ~ luck, protection, solidifying plans or ideas, spirituality

Flour ~ revealing hidden matters, consistency

Gravy ~ consistency, smooth transitions, uniformity

Honey ~ happiness, healing, love, lust, purification, spirituality, sweet things in life, weight loss, wisdom

Jelly ~ energy, joy, pleasantness

Maple Syrup ~ prosperity, love