A/N: Apparently, working overtime still gives me too much time to think.
Part of the Three's Family AU.
Disclaimer: I sincerely doubt Eric Kripke would give the boys a sister, so you can safely assume that I'm not Eric Kripke.
Only A Winchester
Ho Ho Ho
It was Christmas Eve and the Winchesters sure as hell weren't going to celebrate. John had drunk himself into oblivion all day, unable to find a Hunt, and he was currently passed out on the floor, just shy of the couch. Dean was indulging in a rather perverted Christmas tradition. He had taken the empty beer cans and punched holes in the bottoms. He was stringing them together, humming something with a fast beat and using his snoring father as a foot-rest. Occasionally, he paused to sniff the air with a big smile, because Elizabeth had an apple pie in the oven.
Accepting that this Christmas wasn't going to deviate from the norm, Sam didn't bother with trying. He just swung his legs over the surface of the table, slumped a little and reread one of his favorite books. His family would get their presents of gas station candy in the morning, unwrapped.
"Here Sam." Elizabeth slid a plate of Hostess cupcakes across the table towards his knees. "Have some ho-ho-hos."
"My..." Sam trailed off, looking confusedly between his sister and the cakes. "Isn't it just 'ho-ho'?"
"No, see there's three of them. So it's 'ho-ho-ho'." Elizabeth explained. She grinned. "Ho ho ho. Get it? Huh? Never mind, I'm gonna check on the pie."
"Just bring it out here. Don't bother with plates." Dean instructed, hardly looking up as he threaded another beer can onto the line.
"No way." Elizabeth said with a snort. "It's Christmas Eve. We're gonna try to be civilized."
"So there'll be forks this time?" Sam deadpanned.
"Absolutely." Elizabeth nodded emphatically. "Also, Dean? Stop using Dad as a foot-rest."
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