A Very Supernatural Christmas

"This christmas eve we are going to do something different," you say with a devilish grin, sucking out the sugary color from a minty-hershey's chocolate candy cane. 

"Is that so?" Sam asks, vividly typing away... researching for something or the other. Though to be honest, none of you had been able to find any jobs in the last few weeks. Everyone, even the demons, seemed too engulfed in the Christmas spirit to cause any trouble. 

"Yeah, when I was little, my family and I we would meet up at 9 pm on christmas eve and then we'd have a huge meal and open the presents at midnight. Hugging and drinking and just being really jolly.

"Did you seriously just say jolly (y/n)..." 

"Don't listen to him, he gets like this every year. Like a total..."

Sam glares at him from the computer. 

"...grinch" Dean says with a smile, "I, on the other hand, love your idea." he closes his eyes innocently as he grins. 

"You haven't even hear it yet!"

"Well, I'm all ears princess..."

"Instead of having a feast tomorrow, we have one tonight and at 12 we pop the champagne." 

"Bit of an issue there, we don't have enough money for champagne." 

"We'll see about that." you wink at them. 

--------------------------- Later that evening ---------------------------

It was perfect. You had gotten a bag of crispy fries for all to share and the biggest turkey in the state. Ravished in spices and 
golden to perfection it glimmered in the middle of the table. Eggnog and apple cider and champagne flutes for midnight. Stuffing, gingerbread house, cranberry sauce, donuts, and fruit cake! Not bad, not bad at all. With some cheap tinsel you'd gotten from the local gas station and your own ceramic angel shimmering from the candle inside. Cinnamon and mandarin candles all around the room. A mistletoe at the dark corner for dark deeds. 

The boys would be back in exactly 5 minutes with the presents. The doorbell rang almost instantly. You were dressed with a bright red dress and a makeshift santa clause hat. For once, you looked like a proud housewife from the 50s. Make believe was fun.

"Hey, princess, we're ba..." Dean remained speechless, leather jacket and pink face from the cold. You could see him literally drooling. 

"You like it?" you ask shyly as Sam and Cas make there way inside. Both stopping at either side of Dean in wonder. 

"You really didn't need to do this." Sam was able to say shake-ly. 

"I wanted to..." you walked towards the radio and turned it on, letting Michael Bublé's jazzy tunes float out.

"This is a thing of great beauty (y/n), my half-brother Christ would be proud." Cas said with a grin. 

"Thanks Cas, come on guys dig in, it would really suck if all my work went to waste because it got cold." 

"Don't mind if I do." Dean was smiling from ear to ear, the shock having passed he was a little kid again.

Sam gulped, looking at you in wonderment, as if you were a christmas ghost here to make his night. 

Dean drained down the eggnog and become dizzy by the end of the hour, getting over emotional and overly touchy with Cas. 

"I don't understand why we need this angel, if we already have one of our own." Dean slurs, poking the ceramic angel. 

"Well we can't really light up Cas, now can we?" 

"Please don't..." Cas said, worried. 

Sam remained strangely quiet the entire meal, not really sure what to do or say. It was strange. The grinch hadn't given any comments at all. 

"Hello Boys..." a thick scottish accent spoke as Crowley materialized in the room. 

"What the hell are you doing here Crowley?" Dean asked, getting defensive.

"I invited him..." you peep, getting him a chair. 

"Excuse me?"

"Oh c'mon Dean, peace on earth and all that. You guys can kill yourselves during New Years."

"pffft, fine, Merry Christmas ya filthy animal!" and he went back to whispering breathy slurs into Cas' ear who was getting quite excited from all the egg-nogy attention. 

"A pleasure as always, honestly (y/n) I don't know how someone as civilized as you can survive with these imbeciles." 

"It can be a pain at times." you winked at Sam who blushed. 

"Is squirrel drunk already?"

"Ya betcha." 

"Maybe he will finally kiss Cas, the sexual tension is killing me." 

"I placed a mistletoe over there, any plan on how we'll be getting them there?"

"Leave it to me, love."

A loud bell rang through the bunker, midnight. You sprang up and reached for the champagne bottle, motioning it towards the open hall. A popping sound, and boom! Steam began rising over the tip. 

"Woah, okay, everyone flutes up!" 

You make your round around the table, then offer ruby strawberries that they pop inside. 

"Does this affect the taste?" Cas asks.

"No, but at the end you get to eat the strawberry soaked in the champagne." 

"Fascinating, I never celebrated christmas when I was human, my mother being a witch and all." 

"Well that's too bad, at least you can do so now." 

"Careful (y/n), if you keep spoiling me like these I might just have to kidnap you. Hell surely needs someone as, deviously wonderful as you." 

"Oh Crowely, if you ever do so, I would be forced to chop your nuts off." you smile sweetly.

Dean laughs a bit too loudly and Sam cracks a smile.

"Mark my words, (y/n), one day. One day."  
 
--------------------------- Presents ---------------------------

After Crowley left to deal with some Hell business, all of you gathered around the christmas tree. It's lights twinkling brightly and the smell of pine, overwhelming. Beneath it laid presents of every size and color.

"Me first, me first!" Dean exclaims taking a long cylinder like present. "For you Sammy, hope you like." 

Sam unwraps it carefully to find a laminated roll, with a snap he opens it to find the "Hang in there" kitten poster. With an adorable kitten grabbing on to a branch. He smiles, "I love it Dean." 

"Of course you do," Dean says, pushing a present into Castiel's arms. "Open it!" 

Cas does and finds a new (and gleaming) trench coat. And so, he takes off the one he was presently wearing and slips it in. 

"This is wonderful Dean." 

"Yeah, yeah..." Dean says shrugging it off, though he never looks away from the angel. 

"Last, but not least." Dean passes you a brown box with a silver bow. 

You open it and find a plaid shirt, long and musky, with a "W" sewed on the bottom. 

"You're a Winchester now, darling, you should start dressing like it." 

"You bastard." you smile as a tear slides down your cheek. 

"Don't cry princess..." 

"I'm not crying, I'm just emotional..." 

"Well, here's mine." Sam passes you a soft rectangle box which you easily unwrap finding the book you'd shown him in a box store a few months ago, it had been your childhood favorite and you'd hadn't had enough money to buy it. 

"How long have you had this?" you whisper.

"A few months." 

You hug Sam, taking in his musky smell, then motion for Dean and Cas to join you.

"I haven't given you my present." Cas complains, then he passes you a dainty little bag. You open it to find a silver angel figurine with a heart that opened to a picture of you both with an alpaca at the local petting zoo. 

"You guys...thank you so much" now you are really crying, it'd been a tough year with you loosing your parents and your little brother been overtaken by a demon but now, now was just fine. 

"It was our pleasure princess." 

--------------------------- Under the mistletoe  ---------------------------

Dean and Cas did find themselves under the mistletoe, and after a sweet eggnog kiss, slid to the ground and feel asleep in each others arms. 

"(y/n)...." Sam started to ask. 

"Shh!" you motion at the sleeping hunter and angel. 

"Oh, alright." he whispers back, coming up to you. 

"I just wanted to say, thank you, thank you for the best christmas ever." 

You can't help but smile at the oversized moose, "It was my pleasure."

You begin to stack the plates when Sam grabs your arm, turning you towards him, the takes out a mistletoe from behind his back. The red bulbs shiny. 

"I think it's tradit-" you shut him up by pressing your lips against his. He tastes like cinnamon and apple, having downed the majority of the cider. You feel his hand take off your santa hat, your hair falling down wild and sweaty. He drops the mistletoe and wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you close. Your hands around his neck. Softly, he places your hair around your ear. Your left leg pops up from the ground; his lips move from your lips to your ear where he whispers:

"Merry Christmas..."