I wrote a christmas smut Superwood fic for Jazzforthecaptain. Jack/Castiel:
Christmas Eve 1945 – Jack’s spending Christmas Eve alone, until Castiel comes to him.
teaser below the cut
Sometimes Jack lost track of how many times he’d been alive in 1945. This time he was in a bar somewhere in northern Maine. It was one place he was fairly certain he wouldn’t run into himself. The bar was quiet, some Christmas music playing low on the radio. The tree in the corner couldn’t quite cover the smell of loneliness and beer.
The door opened, letting in an icy blast of air that made the handful of patrons curl tighter around their drinks. Only the most desperate would be here on Christmas Eve, after all.
A warm, but familiar hand landed on Jack’s shoulder. He hardly dared hope as he turned around and looked into deep blue eyes. “Cas,” he breathed. Before he could even think, he was pulling the angel in for a kiss, warm tongue pressing past cool lips, hands full of cold trenchcoat.
Someone coughed. There was a rush of wind and when Jack came up for air he found they were in a cozy cabin. He chuckled. “I suppose there are some advantages to being an angel.”