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"This holiday is ridiculous, Dean." Castiel muttered, sitting on the edge of a hotel bed, looking immensely displeased. The Santa hat Sam had bought him slipped over one crystal blue eye. He pushed it back up. "It's Christmas, Cas," Dean sighed, looking at the angel with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Jesus Christ was not born on the twenty fifth of December. I was there. And what does giving gifts have to do with anything?" Castiel asked, ever inquisitive. "Look, Cas," Dean began, knowing any answer he gave him wouldn't be sufficient, "We're doing this for Sam. He's always complaining that we never got to have a proper Christma