Hi all!
Seems lately I've been motivated to write a couple of SN xmas stories, even though they're a couple of days late!! Think I've got about four that I'm writing, one of which is in progress on this site. I've completed two oneshots, I think....
Anyway, hope ya'll enjoyed Christmas and best wishes for the New Year.

~Hardy Gurl

P.S. Please R&R! It wont take long...just let me know what you think =D

Nine year old Sam Winchester hit the snow hard and felt the air whoosh from his lungs. He lay still for a second, gasping in precious oxygen. A strong hand grasped his shoulder, pulling him up.

'Sammy, you 'kay?' Dean Winchester gazed at his brother, concern shining in his eyes.

Sammy nodded, still gasping in air. 'W…indeed.'

Dean laughed. 'I can see that, little bro.' he pulled Sam to his feet. 'Should we call it a day?'

Sam shook his head vehemently, his breathing becoming deeper and slowing to a normal rate. 'No way. I wanna to that again!' he grabbed the edge of the toboggan and flipped it right way up. Then, grabbing the rope, he proceeded to haul it up, the runners inching up the hill.

Dean shook his head in amusement and helped his brother drag the sled back up the hill.

Jim Murphy chuckled as he watched Dean help Sammy back to his feet. Trust Dean to take care of his little brother…

Pastor Jim looked up as Caleb stepped out onto the porch with two beers in hand.

Jim cocked an eyebrow at the young man. 'Caleb–'

Caleb flashed him a grin. ''s all good, Jimbo,' he said cockily. 'I'm only having one.'

He handed the pastor the other bottle. 'Here.'

Jim held his hands out. 'You know I rarely drink,' he said. 'Especially not on Sundays.'

'C'mon, Jim,' Caleb whined. 'You won't get in trouble for having just one.'

Jim sighed and surrendered. 'Alright.' He took the beer and cracked it open.

Caleb smiled. 'Attaboy.' He sat down in the swinging chair hanging from the corner of the porch and watched the two boys skimming down the hill in their toboggan. 'You'd think they've never played in snow before,' he mused.

'They probably haven't.' Jim said, a sad expression on his face.

'Dean!' Sam squealed, clutching his brother's jacket as they zoomed down the hill. 'We're gonna crash!'

Dean laughed over his shoulder. 'Never!'

Sam squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the back of his brother's coat for dear life.

'Sammy?' Dean's fingers pried Sammy's from their death-grip on his jacket.

Sammy opened his eyes and noted –much to his embarrassment- that they had stopped at the bottom of the hill.

Dean had a guilty look on his face. "´m sorry, Sammy. I didn't think you'd be scared on this hill.' Dean had coerced his brother into going down the steepest side of the hill.

Sam let out a shaky breath. 'I'm okay. Can we go on the other one?'

'Sure thing, kiddo. Help me drag this thing over.'

'I sure wish John was here,' Jim said to no one in particular. 'It's not right to leave for a hunt on the day before Christmas.'

Caleb agreed. 'You should've seen the look on Sammy's face when I had to tell him that his Dad was leaving for a few days.'

Jim sighed. 'I know John tries his hardest, but somebody needs to drag his head outta the sand. I'm just afraid that something will happen to those boys.'

It had started snowing two days ago, and the Winchester boys couldn't have been more excited. They sat on the window seat in the warmth of Jim's manse, watching the snowflakes drift past the window and settle on the sill outside. They'd sat there for around and hour, to Jim's amazement, speaking in hushed whispers and pointing out all the things that had become almost unrecognizable under the blanket of snow. It had snowed during the night, too, and when the boys had awoken the next morning, they'd found Jim's yard and everything surrounding it, buried under a frosty white blanket. Jim had dragged an old wooden toboggan out from under the stairs, explaining to John and Caleb that it had been his daughter's. John had packed and left shortly after, not even pausing to explain his absence to his sons.

Jim had brushed the snow off the porch, and he and Caleb spent the rest of the morning shoveling the snow from the driveway and the path from his front gate to his door. He had been so busy, he'd forgotten to listen to the weather forecast.

Sam and Dean propped the toboggan up against the veranda and kicked their boots off at the front door. Shrugging their coats off, they left them in a heap by Jim's coat rack.

'Uncle Jim?' Dean called.

'In here, son.'

Dean ducked into the living room, followed closely by Sam. 'Is there anything to eat?' he grinned devilishly. 'I'm starving.'

Jim looked up. He and Caleb had gone inside after the temperature dropped another couple of degrees. 'You're in luck,' he smiled. 'Check in the oven.'

Dean bolted into the kitchen. Sam grinned at the adults and shrugged. 'He likes his food,' he said nonchalantly. Caleb snorted.

Five minutes later the boys were polishing off the last of their homemade mince and cheese pies. 'Mmm…I love pie.' Dean mumbled contentedly through a mouthful of the last of his pie.

Sam grinned and tugged on his sleeve. 'Can we go back outside now?' he looked anxiously towards the window.

'Sure, I guess. I'll go ask Uncle Jim.' Dean went off to ask the pastor.

Sam tugged on his boots and pulled his jacket back on again. He grimaced as the damp cloth touched his skin. 'Must be wet from sitting facedown on Dean's jacket,' he concluded. Dean reappeared at the door, clumsily trying to put his boots and his jacket on at the same time. 'Pastor Jim says we can, but we gotta come back before dinner. It gets dark earlier in winter.'

Jim had fallen asleep in his chair, his head resting at an uncomfortable angle. Caleb had gone off to town to pick up the turkey for dinner and to run some personal errands, and Bobby was supposed to arrive shortly for dinner. He awoke slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 'Wha' time 's it?' he mumbled to himself, glancing at the clock above the window.

'Oh no!' he cried, watching the snow swirl around outside, completely obliterating the world outside the window. 'The boys!'

Oh dear...what will happen to the boys? Stay tuned to find out...
Reviews are like late Christmas presents =D

Wow! On the Word document it looked like I'd written a lot, but on it makes me look like I havent written much at all!

Hmm....oh well, off to write the next chapter....

R&R!!!!!