Merry Christmas Idjits (SupernaturalxChild!Reader)

Prompt:
-Supernatural or Thor/Avengers
-Winchesters brothers or Loki
-Child!Reader and Fluff

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You survey the colorful printed boxes with great fervor. It’s killing you, honest it is, to just sit here and wait. You bounce impatiently in place, sitting on the floor with legs crossed, before you glance over to Castiel who was sitting on the living room floor beside you.

“Do you think we’ve waited long enough?”

Castiel shrugs his shoulders as he looks away from the glittering tree to look across the way at the clock hanging up on the wall.

“It’s only 8:30…”

“When did we start waiting?” you inquire as you uncross your legs to move and poke at a snowflake wrapped gift, finger itching to tear away at the smooth paper.

“Around 8:27,” Castiel replies simply as he watches you push the gifts around as if ordering them by size, clearly restraining yourself all the while.

“Oh...that’s long enough, right?” you ask with a bright smile as you stand to your feet.

Castiel glances to the Winchester brothers slumbering, Dean in one of the arms chairs and Sam sprawled across the couch, both bound in thick warm blankets. Castiel smirks almost devilishly as he glances to you.

“Yes. I do believe so.”

The grin on your face is bright and your eyes light up brighter than any of the lights wrapped about the tree. With an overwhelming eagerness you dash forward, throwing yourself onto the couch and ultimately onto Sam. Sam wakes with a start, eyes wide and hand prepped to defend against his attacker. Dean also shoots up in alarm, eyes darting about for any sort of dangerous prey.

“It’s Christmas! Get up!!”

“What?” Dean asks tiredly as he sits up, blankets sliding to rest in his lap.

He and Sam had gotten back rather late—or was it early—after taking care of a Christmas Eve hunt, after putting you to bed of course. Dean places his weary head in his hands as he waits for your answer. Sam yawns as he sits up a bit, readjusting you to rest in his lap before running a hand through his hair.

“She said it’s Christmas, idjits,”Bobby drawls as he enters the living room from the kitchen, fully dressed and cup of coffee in hand.

You bound out of Sam’s lap, rushing over to hug Bobby, “Uncle Bobby its Christmas!”

He chuckles lightly as he pats you on your head, “Don’t I know it, kid.”
You nod ecstatically and Dean looks over to Castiel who watches silently from the floor.

“It’s 8:34 in the gotdam—”, Dean pauses to look to you and quickly corrects himself, “Goshdarn morning. Why didn’t you stop her?”

Castiel smiles and shrugs ever so innocently and Dean knows very well the angel had no intention of stopping you to begin with. Sam stands to his feet with yet another yawn, joints popping as he stretched.

“Well there’s no point in whining now. We’re already up.”

“Should’ve been up an hour and a half ago. Kid’s technically been waitin’ since 7:30,” Bobby says as he moves to sit in the armchair directly across from Dean with you trailing closely behind.

Dean groans as he gives Bobby a halfhearted glare, “Why didn’t you do anything?”

“Do I look like her father? No, I’m the uncle who doesn’t have to do anything ‘cept be betterthan you idjits.”

“Uncle Bobby’s awesome!” You cheer excitedly as you lay across the arm of the chair, legs dangling above the floor before you drop back down to your feet.

Bobby quirks his brows with approval and Dean rolls his eyes as he stand to his feet, making for the kitchen in pursuit of some coffee himself. Sam shakes his head fondly at his brother, the man had never been much of a morning person. The younger Winchester then looks to you with a smile and you grin in kind hurrying over to him. Just as you approach him, Sam slightly dips down to pick you up, holding you on his waist with your arms wound around his neck. You kiss him on his cheek and you both laugh lightly.

“Did you see what Santa brought?” you question as you point to the gift beneath the trees.

Sam looks across the way, chuckling lightly at the sight of Castiel inspecting a wrapped gift, before he nods.

“I see it now. What do you think Santa brought you?”

You hum in thought as a thought-induced look slips on to your face, “Do you think Santa brought me a baby dinosaur?”

Sam chuckles loudly with a grin as he eyes you. Ever since you’d watched ‘Jurassic Park’, you’d been obsessed with acquiring a tiny velociraptor of your own. Sam gently shakes his head as he walks over to the tree.

“I don’t think so,” Sam says gently as he lowers you down to the floor, sitting down himself.

You plop down between him and Castiel, crossing your arms with a slight pout.

“Why not?”

“They’re a bit extinct, meaning they don’t exist anymore.”

You huff with puffed cheeks as you shake your head.

“That doesn’t make sense. If there are vampires and angels, then why not dinosaurs?”

“That’s actually quite a long story,” Castiel says he seems to be pondering something, “I promise to tell when you’re older.”

You give Castiel a reluctant nod before leaning to the left to hug him sweater encased arm. Dean returns, evidently with lifted spirits, with a cup of joe and a slice of pie. Sam rolls his eyes at his elder brother as the man sits down on floor behind you, setting his cup of coffee down on the coffee table behind him.

“Really?”

“Really,” he replies before taking a forkful of apple pie.

“Ooh! Me too!” you exclaim as you turn around to look at Dean expectantly.

He smirks knowingly as he hands you the extra fork he brought along. You swiftly shuffle closer, settling perpendicular in Dean’s lap and across his outstretched legs, and he moves the plate in front of both of you allowing you to take up a forkful. You giggle happily as the sweet taste of baked apple hits your tongue, lightly kicking your legs in delight. Dean nods in agreement as he takes up another forkful.

“I cannot believe you are letting her eat pie for breakfast.”

“Aw, calm down Sammy. It’s Christmas!” Dean says playfully as he lightly punches Sam in the arm.

Sam snorts with the playful roll of his eyes as he leans back on the floor.

“So are we gonna do this or what?” Bobby demands from the couch and you all laugh.

The morning is filled with gifts and your eyes sparkle at each gift you discover to be your own. The room is filled with the usual Christmas tunes and despite the wrapping paper strewn about the floor you all dance—horrifically so, though Dean was probably the best of you all—adding laughter to the equation. The snow falls out silent and majestic, but its call ignored. Everyone instead opting to amuse themselves inside with new gifts, hot cocoa, dancing, pie, and most importantly each other.