"I don't get why they like that show," Meg muttered, watching the group gathered around the television. The skinny guy shouted and waved his hands and the girl next to him rolled her eyes. She watched as the man pulled a device that did not look like a screwdriver from his pocket and shouted back.

"It paints humans in a good light," Castiel said quietly. Meg took a sip of her hot chocolate and let Castiel slip a hand around her waist, pulling her to his side. She let her human emotions get the better of her and rested her head against his shoulder.

"I hope they don't want to do this shit next year," she murmured. "We should all just go out for diner food."

"I don't think the diners will appreciate a newborn," he pointed out. She snorted and nudged her head against his chin, watching as Emma questioned Charlie about the show. She smirked when she saw Claire slowly inching toward Kevin on the couch until she looped the boy's arm around her shoulders and snuggled up against him.

"Should I be worried?" he asked her, moving his hand up to stroke her arm through her robe.

"Nah, she's a smart kid," Meg said, rolling her shoulder to shrug off his hand. "Enough of that sappy crap."

"I was under the impression that Christmas was the perfect time for sappy things." He moved his hand back to her waist and placed his head on top of hers. "It is a time for family."

"I'm gonna say no if you ask me to marry you, you know," she told him. "Well, maybe eventually I won't. These damn hormones are messing with me."

He kissed the top of her head. "Noted."

"Are you guys gonna stand in the doorway, or actually come in and hang out with us?" Dean called. "I sat through the damn Christmas movie; you guys can sit through family time."

"Keep your panties on, Winchester. We're coming!" Meg said. She sighed and slipped away from Castiel. "I hate them. Should've killed them years ago."

"You are very fond of them. You just don't like to admit it," Castiel pointed out. "I believe you said that possession does that to people. I think you are fond of Sam in the same way I am fond of Claire and I was fond of Jimmy."

"If you ever imply that I think of Sam as my kid again, I'll hurt you, no matter how much I like you," Meg threatened. Castiel laughed loudly and pulled her forward, kissing her on the head again. She rolled her eyes and rubbed a hand over her mouth to hide her grin.

"Merry Christmas, Meg," he said, reaching down to take her hand. She squeezed his fingers.

"Merry Christmas, Castiel."

They walked into the room and settled on the couch next to Kevin and Claire, and watched the television. Claire glanced at her and beamed, moving her eyes back up to Kevin and shooting Meg a thumbs up.

Allowing her human emotions to get the better of her again, Meg laughed.