How did they manage that?
Ten years later Cas and Dean were married and living in Florida.
They’d had a daughter through a surrogate mother, she was obviously Dean’s biologically with her blonde hair and green eyes but Cas adored her nevertheless.
They usually spent Christmas with Dean’s family but because last year was Harper’s first Christmas they decided to spend it just the three of them.
This year however, Harper knew what was going on a little more and squealed each time she saw a picture of Santa Claus.
Mary realised half way through Christmas night that she hadn’t left an air mattress for one of Dean or Cas to sleep on, she immediately went to get one and went to Dean’s old bedroom, and started laughing almost hysterically.
Cas and Dean, two fully grown men, had somehow managed to squeeze themselves into that tiny old single bed, Dean hanging off the edge and Cas falling down the gap in between the wall and the bed but Mary saw how their hands were clasped together.
Harper was wriggling in her carry cot in her sleep, getting ready to cry.
Mary picked up her granddaughter and let her son and her son-in-law sleep for the fullnight, despite how uncomfortable they both looked.
They woke up the next morning with aching necks and both of them mostly on the floor.
"I need more sleep." Cas groaned.
Dean nodded in agreement, they managed to squeeze in the bed again, Dean wrigging his arm under the covers to lift Cas' shirt and began tracing his husband's ribs softly.