Hey everyone. It's December. The countdown to Christmas has begun :D. I decided to write a Christmas fic. I'm aiming to get this finished by the end of this month. I'm probably going to ignore my other stories so I can get this one finished.

This story is inspired by the movie The Santa Claus. The movie that stars Tim Allen.

You don't need to watch the movie to understand this story.

Here is the first chapter. Let me know what you think :)


16th December.

8 days before Christmas Eve

It's Christmas time, the snow is falling, people singing carols, and children are playing snow ball fights. Houses lit up, the Christmas decorations giving off a bright, festive glow. It lifted people's spirits. The countdown was on almost everyone's minds. There was so many things people had to do. Buy presents, cards, food, clothes, get the family together. The list goes on.

However not everyone was in the festive spirit. Sam and Dean Winchester, Christmas is not a major deal to them. Ever since they were young, Christmas was not an event they really celebrated. Dad most of the time was out, they stayed in motels, didn't have the money to afford great Christmas presents, and Christmas dinner, they can't remember the last time they sat round a table carving a turkey and serving up the roast potatoes.

This Christmas, it is all about to change. It will be a Christmas the Winchesters will never forget.


Dean steps out of the diner carrying two bags containing burgers, fries and one pot of salad for his health fanatic brother. The night was quiet, the streets empty and silent apart from the flicking from the street lights.

Dean gets into his beloved car and shuts the door. He smiles as he strokes the steering wheel giving his car a bit of love. He switches on the heater complaining how cold it has got and planned to get up early tomorrow and brush the snow of the Impala. Snow and ice, doesn't give Baby a good look.

He switches on the engine and reverses out into the road. He drives humming to the radio. Jingle Bells comes on. Dean wrinkles his nose and switches off the radio.

Thanks for killing the moment He thought.

As his eyes go back on the road, something red comes falling down and lands on the road.

Dean's eyes widen.

Shit

Dean slams his foot on the brakes. The car came to abrupt stop. Dean gets out and runs over to whatever just fell on the ground. The hunter kneels down and looks down. It was a human. Dean turns the body around.

Laying on the ground was a man. He had white hair, and a long white beard. What amazed Dean was what the man was wearing. The man is dressed as Santa Claus. He has the red coat, hat, big black belt and big black boots. He even had the stomach of Santa. This guy looked like the perfect Santa Claus. Better than the ones you see in the department stores.

Dean blinked a few times thinking he was seeing things.

Where the hell did freaking Santa Claus come from?

Dean sighs. Of course it's Christmas, people are going to dress up as the big man. Probably some of them have climbed on to roofs being assholes.

Dean and Sam stopped believing in Santa Claus long time ago. While most children waited impatiently in their beds for the big man to arrive on his sleigh with their beds, Dean went out and tried to scavenge up things that could be a present for his brother. John didn't get the boys anything. He was more focused on having his revenge than being a dad to his own kids.

Dean had to play both mom and dad to Sam. On Christmas day he tried to make it special. Although the presents were crap, Sam appreciated his brother's effort and will always appreciate what his brother has done for him when they were kids.

Dean looks at the man, all he saw was a stupid jerk who has likely jumped from the roof from one of the houses and got himself hurt.

Breathing comes from the man. Dean leans forward.

"Hey. You alright?"

The man's eyes slowly open. His eyes lower to his body.

"I...I..."

"What?"

The man raises his hand and touches his coat.

" Open...it."

Dean does. He gasped. The man had a wound, he was bleeding out. This didn't look like it got caused by the fall.

"I...thought I...heard a gunshot."

Dean's eyes widen.

"You been shot." The hunter gets out his phone not bothering to question how the hell this man got shot. "Sir don't move. Keep pressure on it. I'm gonna call an ambulance."

The man chuckles slightly.

"I don't think that's going to help." He coughs . "I think it's fair to say my time is coming to an end."

"No. Don't say that. Help is coming okay."

The man shakes his head.

"Don't bother. I'll be dead the time I get taken to the hospital."

Dean swears under his breath when his phone wouldn't turn on.

How is the hell is it dead? Could have sworn I charged it.

"Um. Sir I'm going to take you into the car." Dean gets down. "I'm just gonna help you up."

"No. I don't want to be helped."

"You would rather die."

The man sighs.

"I have had a long life. Part of me knew I couldn't live on forever. I had to hand over my position to someone eventually."

Dean shakes his head and puts pressure on the wound.

"I ain't gonna let you die."

The man smiles.

"You Winchesters never give up. You especially Dean. Always helping others. Taking care of others, you rarely think for yourself. "

Dean suddenly goes from worried to suspicious. He gives the man a puzzled look.

"How do you know my name?"

" I know everyone's name." He coughs, his face goes pale. "I'm running out of time."

Despite his weak state, the man grabs Dean's hands. He starts muttering something Dean couldn't understand. Dean feels a strange sensation from his hands. The sensation spreads up this arms all around his body.

What the hell is going on? Dean thought with panic.

The man stops. He looked weaker than ever. He smiles warmly at the hunter.

"Continue my legacy Dean Winchester. Bring happiness to the children. Ensure that Christmas continues after my passing."

"What...What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"The man places his hand on Dean's shoulder.

"You will know when the time comes. " The man let's go. "Farewell Dean."

The man suddenly glows gold .Dean quickly goes back and covers his eyes to avoid being blinded. The man glows brighter and brighter. Then he vanishes. The light dims down.

Dean removes his hands and looks at the spot where the man was. He was gone. Dean frowns and looks at his hands. They are clean, not covered in the man's blood. There was no blood on the ground either.

Dean's phone lights up .The battery is back up to hundred percent again.

Strange?

The hunter looks round the area. There was nothing. He quickly checks himself over but he looked normal and he felt fine.

Now Dean felt really confused. He looks at the spot and his hands again. The hunter sighs.

Maybe I should have not drank that eggnog back at the diner.

Dean brushes off what just happened assuming the drink gave him a messed up hallucination and goes back into the car.

Better get back before another hallucination comes on.

Dean imagines himself driving then suddenly an elf pops up with candy canes singing Christmas songs in his face.

That thought made Dean cringe.

Don't jinx it Dean.

The older Winchester zooms off down the road.

What Dean didn't know was that this was beginning. There is much more to come.