Wait, wait. You're saying that once a year a fat man wearing a red suit who carries bags of toys stuffs himself down everyone's chimneys and brings them presents?"

"Yes Cas." Dean said, struggling to keep a straight face. Sam who was sitting next to him nodded and raised his book to hide the smile on his lips from Castiel's view.

"And he flies around the world in one night, driving flying reindeer, but still has enough time to stop off at each and every person's house on the way."

"Yep. That's him." Sam was laughing silently now. Dean elbowed him in the ribs, a gesture which Castiel didn't notice in his confusion. "And he doesn't use just every flying reindeer but the lead one has a bright red glowing nose."

Castiel shook his head. Wasn't that impossible? "Uh, right. Wouldn't he get really sick from eating those cookies that you told me were laid out for him at every house? There are billions of houses…"

"Oh yeah, that's why he feeds some to his reindeer."

"But reindeer eat grass!"

"These reindeer are special. I told you, they can fly!"

"That's not possible. There is no record of flying reindeer with shiny noses. Nor any record of a person named Kris Kringle living in the arctic with a bunch or reindeer, elves, or a toy-making factory." But still, many people knew of this man. Why? Was he real? It didn't seem likely, but how else would so many people know of him if he didn't exist?

"Well, this is a very special person." Dean nodded, he could barely contain his laughter. Castiel was buying it!

"I believe that if this man exists, he must be some sort of supernatural being. If he has access to every house in the world then this is serious! He must be stopped… I'll go see if I can locate him in the Northern Pole." Castiel stood.

"No, wait." Dean said, stopping him and thinking fast. "He's… good at magic. He's cloaked his factory against every species there is. You'll never find him."

"That is unfortunate." Castiel said, sitting again. "Perhaps I can find him when he leaves his house to deliver these toys."

"Perhaps Cas. You'll give him Hell." Castiel sat with the brother's in silence for a bit, wondering if the world could get any stranger. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Fat guys in red suits, whatever next?


Okay, I'm aware that Castiel is a little out-of-character. I wrote this because I was thinking about the story of Santa and realized just how ridiculous it was, and wondering why I ever believed it. He HAS to be supernatural!