I still don't own anything to do with Supernatural, but I still own Asher Michaels and Amelia Shaw. This holiday fic is rated for drinking, language, violence and kissing. Oh no! Anyways, enjoy. And happy holidays!

It Must've Been Ol' Santa Claus
Chapter One: It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.

The mountain town was small, and Asher couldn't remember the name of it, but she knew she didn't like it there. Not anymore anyway. It had been charming and quaint when she'd first arrived, and she'd appreciated the silence after the hustle and noise of Seattle and Hollywood before that. There was one main street where all the shops, hotels and other tourist spots were clustered, and the surrounding houses all looked like something out of a Christmas card. Asher and Amelia had been in the picturesque town for all of three days and had already met everyone of import and seen everything worth seeing. The hunters had been chasing what they thought was a werewolf, but what had turned out to be a stray, rabid dog. That had made Asher mad, and hearing that the police shot the animal that morning hadn't helped. To make matters worse, it had snowed all day, blocking the roads in and out of the town and the girls were now stuck in the middle of nowhere, confined to their hotel room. Or cabin, as it was.

The hotel was actually comprised of a large, old log cabin that various owners had added onto over the years, creating a very large and weirdly shaped building. It sort of looked like someone had suck a bunch of blocks together. Asher and Amelia's room was a large rectangle, and located at the back of the building. There were two huge windows above the beds that let in the light from the full moon while exposing an exquisite view of the mountainous country surrounding the village. The rest of the room was comprised of two queen-sized beds, a small kitchen and a couch, two chairs and a coffee table in one corner that formed a small seating area. It was covered in laundry, books, and papers and looked like the girls had been there for weeks.

Asher and Amelia had been in the hotel room all day after getting the news about the dog, and, as midnight approached, they were quickly running out of things to do. The internet at the hotel was done because of the snow, and they had already eaten their way through two pizzas and drank all their beer. Amelia had been reading for the past three hours and Asher had been pacing the room. She had a circuit: door to bathroom, bathroom to bed, bed to door and start all over again. Amelia had warned Asher she was going to wear a hole in the floor, but Asher had just given her the finger before starting her path again. Why had the stayed in the room all day? Because Amelia had managed to convince Asher taking a day off before heading out would be a good idea. And now they were stuck. Great idea indeed.

"I'm telling you Ash, we are stuck here for at least another day, so you might as well just chill out."

Never one to have complete control over her temper, Asher slammed her fists into the desk, knocking over a pile of books and almost spilling a candle onto the floor; Amelia had decided she wanted the room to spell like apples and cinnamon. "This is ridiculous! I want to get out of here!"

"I know, Ash. Me too," Amelia answered, flipping through a magazine casually. "We should do something for Christmas this year."

"Why?"

"Because it's been so long since we did anything beyond exchanging gifts. Gifts that have been, for the most part, guns or ammo of some kind. I want a real Christmas like we used to have."

"Amelia," Asher said as she came to a stop at the foot of her surrogate sister's bed, "when have we ever had a real Christmas?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips. "We grew up with a hunter who was gone for three quarters of the year. And we weren't at the house for half the year. And if we were all together at Christmas, we never did anything beyond exchanging weapons and ammo and eating cheeseburgers together."

"Okay… Then we should have a real Christmas. Our first real Christmas together. We're family. We're supposed to celebrate the holidays together."

Asher flopped down on the floor, folding her legs underneath her as she moved. "How are we going to have a real Christmas?" she asked, perhaps with a little more ire than was necessary. "I mean, we're going to be stuck here for however long, but I want out of here as soon as possible. And Christmas is a week away, anyway, so chances are, we're going to be on the road by then. And we are so not decorating the truck." She sighed and ran her fingers back through her hair. "And… If we were going to do Christmas, I'd want to do it with all our friends."

"What? Like Sam and Dean?"

"And Bobby, Ellen, Jo… everybody."

Amelia smiled knowingly. "You just want to spend Christmas with Dean."

"Yeah? Well you wanna spend it with Sam."

"What?"

Asher shook her head. "Nevermind. Look, we just don't have a lifestyle that fits with Christmas. We can still exchange presents, but we can't do the dinner and everything. There just isn't time."

"Why are you so against having Christmas?"

She shot her sister a hard look. "I'm not against it, Amelia. I just… I don't see how we could have a 'real' Christmas at this point. Maybe one year… Oh, I don't know, Amelia. Maybe we'll figure something out." Asher huffed and fell backwards. She ended up staring at the polished wooden planks of the ceiling. For a long time, neither of the girls said anything. Eventually, she sighed and ran her fingers back through her black hair. "I'm calling Bobby."

Amelia closed the magazine and dropped it on the bed beside her. "Why? What's calling Bobby going to do? He's not going to want to have Christmas anymore than you do, or, at least he's going to agree with you and say that we don't have the time or whatever to have Christmas, and he can't do anything to get us out of here any quicker." Amelia slid down on the bed until she was lying on her back, and pulled her cowboy hat off her head to cover her face. She was grumpy. "He's good, but he's not magic," she snapped.

"I know that, Amelia. I just want to talk to him. It's been a while since we saw him." Asher took a deep breath, and then dialed Bobby Singer's number from memory. He had been a friend of Austin's and since meeting and getting to know Sam and Dean Winchester, who were also friends' of Bobby's, the girls had grown a lot closer with the older hunter. "Hey Bobby, it's Asher," she said once the phone connected.

"Hey Ash. Did you catch that werewolf you were chasing?" There was a scraping noise, like Bobby was moving a chair or something. "It sounded pretty bad when Amelia called."

Asher grabbed a pillow off her bed and stuck it under her head on the floor. She wasn't sure why she was lying on the floor, but currently it was more comfortable than the bed for some reason. "No, we didn't catch it. And it wasn't a werewolf, anyway. It turned out to be just a rabid dog killing animals and attacking people."

"That's one I've never heard before."

"I know. I wasn't exactly thrilled about that either. The police shot the dog this morning, so we have nothing to do here." Asher sighed and covered her eyes with her hand. "I was just wondering if you had any news to share or anything. We're stuck up in this hole of a mountain town. It snowed a lot today and we're stuck until it melts or they plow the roads. And we're going insane. We've already started arguing about Christmas."

"No, I haven't got anything to share. Oh, Dean and Sam are pretty close to where you guys are though."

"Are they? It's been months since we saw them. How are they?"

"I spoke to them this morning. They're okay; still in one piece. But I think they need to take a break."

"What do you mean?"

"Hey Ash, put Bobby on speaker," Amelia called from across the room. Clearly, she had figured out Asher and Bobby were talking about the Winchester brothers.

Asher unfolded herself and rose out of the chair. "Hold on Bobby. Amelia wants me to put you on speaker phone." Once she got the man's okay, Asher pulled the phone away from her head and pressed the button to switch the call. She sat on the end of Amelia's bed and put the phone on the bed between them.

"Hey Bobby."

"Hey Amelia. How're you doing?"

"About as well as can be expected since I'm stuck in this hotel room with Asher."

"Hey."

"I'm sure you two will survive. Either that or you'll tear each other to ribbons. And what's this arguing about Christmas?"

"We were arguing about whether or not to have a celebration of any kind. But that argument has passed," she said with a bit of a warning look at Amelia. The look turned into a wolfish grin and Amelia stuck her tongue out in response. "Anyways, Bobby, you said something about the boys needing a break. What did you mean?" The werewolf hunter lay down on her side and propped her head up on her hand. "Are they finally admitting they're insane? Or have they finally decided to have a knock-down, drag-out, fight to the death." Asher ignored Amelia's eye roll.

Bobby sighed. "Sam and Dean have been hunting none stop for a few months; I don't even remember the last time they took a break. Dean keeps finding new things for them to investigate. He's usually got a new hunt lined up almost before they're finished their current one." There was a pause. "Needless to say, their nerves are getting pretty frayed, and the last time I spoke to them, they got in a fight while we were on the phone. I think it was about what kind of pizza they were going to order. Dean wanted bacon or something and Sam said no. The four of you are a lot alike, actually." Bobby sighed again, and Asher could picture him scratching his beard like he did when he was thinking. "I haven't seen them like this since they were little. They just need some time to relax and Dean refuses to take any."

Amelia met Asher's eyes over the phone, a devious grin splitting her lips. "Hey Bobby, you said they were nearby, right?"

"Yeah. What are you two thinking?"

"Well, I just thought of something that would give the boys a break and we could do something for Christmas. Can you get the boys to come up to whatever the hell this place is called?" Amelia asked. There was an eager light in her eyes, one that usually meant she was plotting.

"Probably. Didn't you say it was snowed in though?"

Asher snickered at a mental picture that popped into her head. "Bobby, if you tell them there's some supernatural baddie up here, they would go through hell to get here and stop it," she said, expressing said mental image. "They are just that crazy and determined to rid the world of evil."

"You're probably right. Yeah, I'll get the boys up there, but it'll take a few days, probably. It might help if you let me on your plan."

"We will Bobby," Amelia said. "We've got to figure out the details, and your copious amounts of knowledge will help us make this realistic." She kept smiling that devious grin. "But don't worry. It's not dangerous and it will help Sam and Dean, and us."

"Yeah, it'll make this hell hole fun."

"Something tells me I should be worried."

"Us? Plot something worth worrying about? Never." Finally catching the direction her sister was going, Asher's grin shifted into something equally as devious. "It's just a Christmas present, Bobby. We just need some… information from you."

"Okay. I'm worried."

Author's Note.

It Must've Been Ol' Santa Claus – Harry Connick Jr., When My Heart Finds Christmas
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear – Frank Sinatra, Christmas With the Rat Pack

So the titles in this fic are going to be Christmas carols, just 'cause that's fun. And I really wanted to do a fic this year because the one I had planned for last year didn't work out so well. But this one is Supernatural, so it'll work and it's great. There are only going to be five short-ish chapters, because it's just a short little fun thing.

Oh, and I don't know where exactly this takes place time-wise, but let's just say it's somewhere within the confines of the show, shall we?

Hope you all enjoy it.

Next Chapter: There Are Much Worse Things to Believe In.