The snow was falling, making the view that of a Christmas card. The snow where the street lights touched it looked like diamonds twinkling. A few houses set off from the road, smoke coming up from chimneys, and soft lights coming from windows.

Sam watched the scenery as they passed by, and wondered what it would have been like if things had been different and the Winchesters had still been altogether. Would he and Dean have had their own families by now, and homes? He turned and looked over at his brother.

"Dean, I wish we could have an old fashioned christmas this year. Maybe we could rent a cabin, and…"

Dean turned to Sam, started to speak and then stopped. Studying his brother's face. "You serious, man? We have people to save, bad things to kill. So other's can have Christmas."

"But, Dean, this has been a rough year, so much has happened. We should celebrate we survived it, and take time to just be a family."

"Well maybe we could take a few days, rest up a bit. Maybe hang a little tinsel on you, few lights." Sam smiled as his brother lightly punched him on the upper arm. "But I ain't cooking, Sammy. We find some place that we can order a whole meal and just heat it up."

"Yeah, and I have just the place. Found it yesterday online. They have an opening, not close to the other cabins, cheap, and we can go chop down a tree nearby."

"Now, why ain't I surprised that you had this all planned?"

"Well I am the one who does the research for our team, right? Since it was my idea, wanted to have the answers if you agreed."

"Alright little brother." Dean drove on as he remembered the past. The one Christmas that they had that had been good. Sammy had been six, and he was ten. They were stsying at Bobbies, and Dad was on a hunting trip as usual. When they arrived Bobbie had spoken with their dad for a few moments and then got angry. Dad just stalked off, promising to return as soon as he could. Then Bobbie had sat them down in front of the tv, with a christmas cartoon movie and had gone into the other room to make a call. Dean had sat there, next to Sammy watching the tv.

It had been two days before Christmas, and Dean felt in his pocket, and found the wrapped present there for Sammy. It was Batman and Robin action figures. He had spent all his money on them, but then his brother was worth it.

That night Bobbie had taken the boys to the woods and chopped down a tree, and they dragged it back, and decorated it. Sammy had enjoyed that, as Bobbie sang along with them all the songs they knew. Dad hadn't gotten back for the holiday, but Bobbie made it a good one. Pastor Jim had sent them presents, and Bobbie had given them presents also. It had been a good day, and at that moment Dean had wished that Bobbie was his daddy. He never told anyone though, and felt he was letting his daddy down by thinking it.

Well this year it would just him and Sammy. They could do whatever they wanted. Now what to get Sammy for Christmas? He had to think on that one. He glanced over at Sammy, and saw him with a faraway look in his eye and a tiny smile.

Hours later the two Winchesters sat in front of the tv, watching a holiday movie, with no monsters in it. Buttered popcorn, and soda's sat on the coffee table. Both boys had their feet on the coffee table, and their shoes off. A warm invting fire burned brightly in the fireplace, it was nice. Snow was falling outside the windows, and the world was silent except for inside. They would pick up their dinner day after tomorrow and the tree in the morning.

Sam reached his arms up and stretched his long body lazily. He just hoped there wasn't any Big foot in the woods tomorrow, or tree spirits or any other thing needing their attention. This was their time off, and for a few days to be normal. He glanced at Dean, seeing the peaceful look on his face.

"Dean, what do you want for Christmas?"

Dean smiled that smile and looked over at him. "Well let's see, 5 foot six, blond, brunette, or redhead, nice legs, big boobs, and beautiful."

"Now why didn't I think of that? What else would Dean Winchester want?"

"It's not important Sam, don't waste money on me. I don't' need anything."

"Didn't say anything about need. I asked what you wanted."

Dean got a sad look on his face, and Sammy knew what it was his brother wanted…their dad. But he could give that to him.

"I'll find you something tomorrow."

Dean got up and glanced around the room, seeing that all was secure. "I'm tired Sam, and I'm going to bed. Night little brother."

Sam smiled down at his sibling. "Night Dean, sleep well."

"You too."

Sam watched his brother walk into the bedroom, and he began to clean up the coffee table. It had been a long day. When he felt a coldness and then the room vanished.

….Sam felt the knife go into his leg, and he fell. A small doll walked towards him with the blade in his hand, he was smiling. "I need you." Sam moved backwards, dragging his leg, as the doll moved closer…

Then Sam was back in the cabin, and his head was killing him. No, not a vision, not now. He wouldn't tell Dean about it. It was only a doll though, he would just avoid the dolls at the store. He went towards the kitchen to get a glass of water and some asprin. Time to turn in. He didn't see the eyes that watched him through the window. The small ugly doll that had found what he wanted, and needed.