'Run for help! Santa's been possessed by something evil.' The elf hustled his colleague though the back-door.
'But where? Who?' the other asked in panic.
'The Winchesters. Now ...go!'
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The brothers stared incredulous at their surroundings- a perfect snowy Christmas backdrop complete with grazing reindeers and a brightly-festooned sleigh.
'Tell me I'm dreaming, Sammy.'
'If you are, then I'm in it too. Kinda... awkward.'
'Yeah, dude. A busty Asian beauty you ain't!'
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Their confusion was compounded when a knee-high elf ran up. 'Quickl! Santa's eyes are black, and he's pinned everyone to the walls.'
'A demon's possessed Santa Claus?' Sam bleated, mouth agape.
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'Winchesters!' a sneering voice hissed. 'Not even here can a demon escape you.'
'Well, we do house calls wherever assholes like you hang out,' Dean drawled, holding the demon's attention while Sam raced through a quick exorcism.
With a collective thump, Santa and the elves fell to the floor.
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'Thank you, boys,' Santa wheezed as the brothers hauled him to his feet. 'I'm afraid I've no adequate gift to give you, but then you already have something very special which many would covet,' he added, a twinkle in his eye.
Sam and Dean shuffled their feet in embarrassment, looking everywhere but at each other.
'However,'' Santa continued with a chuckle, 'I'll leave you a small token of my appreciation. And Merry Christmas!'
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Reflected in the mirror next morning, were two surprised faces, each topped by a red elfish cap-which much to their chagrin-wouldn't budge from their heads until the day was over.
'That's the last time we take a call from Santa,' Dean grumbled, tugging ineffectually at the unwanted headgear.
'I dunno,' Sam grinned. 'You look kinda cute.'