"Oh, please, Balthazar, you were complaining about the cold just last week!" Castiel said, fixing the other angel with his best version of puppy dog eyes. Balthazar curled his lip, meeting Castiel’s eyes.

"Oh, but, Cassie, darling, I- it doesn’t go with my shirt."

"Nor does the cold." Castiel argued, quite cleverly in Balthazar’s opinion (damn him).

"Cas, it’s got a cat on it."

”A cute cat.” Castiel said. The patterns he selected were usually exciting, interesting or intricate, mostly so Castiel could better improve his skills. And his skills were, in fact, quite sound - he got better and better at his chosen craft as days went by.

Unfortunately, the patterns were lurid and ridiculous, but not nearly so lurid and ridiculous as the yarn colours he chose.

"A neon green one."

"I won’t kiss you until you wear it." Balthazar gave a long, worn-out sigh. "

"If I must then." He took it from Castiel’s hands and pulled it over his head, enjoying the sudden warmth, as well as the snugness of the tightly knitted, cleverly made garment. Castiel knew his measurements perfectly, and it fit him particularly well. "Thank you, Cassie." Castiel pushed for a kiss and Balthazar dipped closer for it, enjoying the warmth of Castiel’s lips against his own.

"Merry Christmas, Balthazar." Castiel said, and he grinned at the other angel. Balthazar just sighed, a puff of white clouding the hair, and ruffled Castiel’s hair with his hand as he hugged the other man close.

"Merry Christmas to you too, you insufferable little twit." Castiel laughed against his chest and just pressed closer.