Well, here is the story I mentioned. It is a combination of "It's a Wonderful Life," "A Christmas Carol," and the beautiful "Supernatural." Hope you get your, as KateCyrus says, SNOD.

Please let me know if you see any errors. I read the damn thing over and over I don't know how many times, but my grammar is for shit. Oh if you have virgin ears, bypass this story, for I have them cussing every five flipping seconds. Yeah it's silly and ignorant, but these are the moody, angsty Winchester boys. That is their only outlet.

A/N: I do not own the charcters excpet for the few that pop up somewhere in the plot. You'll know 'em when ya see 'em.

Enjoy the furst chapter, review much, and happy holidays!!

To Everything There is a Season

"Speak when you are angry, and you will make the best speech that you will every regret."

Laurence J. Peters (1919 - 1988)

"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens."

J. R. R Tolkien (1892 - 1973)

Snow splattered against the windows of the hotel room, causing Sammy's breath to fog up the glass. He breathed out one last time, then wiped away the steam. Dean laid sprawled out on the bed behind him, dressed in a goofy sweater he had bought him. Dean had despised it, but it had been Christmas after all. It was red with a huge green tree on it and the words 'Have a Merry Christmas' printed on it. Dean bought Sam an Ipod, and he didn't think it was a very fair trade.

Sam turned from the window and eyed his brother. Their relationship had taken a strange turn lately, and he hated it. If their dad had not died, they could have at least stayed on even ground, but once that happened, that ground shifted. Now he had fallen through into a dark pit praying for daylight. His brother was out of control, flew off the handle at the simplest of things. It scared Sam.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours Sam?" Dean sat up and looked into Sam's eyes. His brother closed his tightly, rubbing them with his fists. He did not feel like going into that subject at all tonight. Every time they got close, things just seemed to fall apart. Just a touch from his brother, seemed to tear him up. He just couldn't take it anymore.

"I...I think I'm going to go for a walk." He stood, grabbing for his coat. Dean's eyes darkened. He knew that he and Sam had been having problems lately, but he was usually the one to avoid conflict as of late, but not Sam. He grabbed Sam's arm and held on tight. The touch of Dean's warmth on top of his sweatshirt, made his stomach jump. It had been months since they had been intimate, weeks since they had even kissed. John Winchester's death had turned their semi-sane world upside-down and pissed on it in a matter of minutes.

"Don't do this Dean, not now." He tried to pull away, but Dean held tight. Sam gritted his teeth, and looked back out the window avoiding his brother's fiery stare. It burned into him like hot coals on a cold winter's night in Maine. They lingered this way for a while, then Dean made the first move. He stood next to Sam, still holding his arm.

"Please Sam, I know I've been a bastard, but just talk to me." He tried to get Sam's attention, but he just would not look at him. Dean forced his brother's face back to his, and tears were slipping down Sam's delicate skin. Dean let go of his brother's arm without knowing it.

"I can't, not now." He moved away from Dean, finally slipping on his coat. He grabbed for the door handle, but Dean stopped him.

"Can't we talk for a minute at least?" He begged, something he hated doing.

Sam opened the door and snow billowed in. The wind blew his hair around his head like a halo, and Dean almost lost it. He reached for Sammy, but he pulled away. The older of the two bit his top lip and shoved at the door, pushing it from under Sam's grip. Sam watched it slam shut and eyed Dean angrily.

"What didn't you understand, the 'fuck' or the 'you?'" He yelled at Dean, which infuriated him. For his little brother, his lover, to snap at him for no plausible reason pissed him off royally.

"Listen, I am just trying to get past all of the bullshit we keep slinging at each other..." He leaned against the door, fists pressed against his sides. It was the way to keep the anger down, or else he would fucking explode.

"There used to be a time when we could just sit and talk to each other..." Sam glared at Dean, watching his demeanour. He knew that he was pissed, and he wanted to get out before all hell broke loose.

"But now whenever we get near each other it is like Pearl fucking Harbour, and you're Japan." Sam pushed him aside and made another move for the doorknob, but Dean grabbed him first. Their faces were inches away from each other. Sam could smell booze on Dean's breath, scotch, their father's favourite drink. He wanted to spit in Dean's face, to hit him, to do anything to show him how he felt at this very moment. His feelings for him had lessened, and he hated himself for it, if only just a little.

"You think you have been such a fucking joy to live with, do you?" Dean pushed Sam back against the door hard, and a sense memory shot through him like wildfire.

The last time they had been together was only a week prior to the accident. They had gone back to their hotel after dealing with the first vampires, and the weight of everything had taken its toll on them both. Dean was in a hell of a mood, had a couple beers to many, but Sammy let him take him just the same. The sex was fast and hard, and Dean did not even listen to Sam as he pleaded for him to stop. Afterwards, Sam was sore and crying. Dean's tune changed fast when he saw this, and he held Sammy until they both fell asleep.

"You know what...?" Sam returned to the present, grabbing Dean hard. His heart skipped a beat as he said the next sentence. It would be the last thing he would say to Dean.

"I wish I had never been born, in fact I wish I was dead!" He swung around, knocking Dean back hard. The shock of Sam's words had taken him for a loop. Sam flung the door open and stormed off into the night, disappearing in the blanket of flakes. Dean rushed after him, but it was too late.