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Chapter One: When Heaven Calls...

"Merry Christmas Bro!" Sam Winchester said to his pouting older brother.

"Just get it over with Sam, I don't like this chick-flick crap," Dean Winchester said in an get-the-hell-out-of-my-face tone.

"Oh come on, you know you've been wanting to open your presents," Sam said smiling.

"Bitch."

"Jerk"

"Fine, I'll open my presents Sam, but don't expect a hug or anything," Dean said reluctantly.

Sam handed over a small package tied with green string. Dean looked at the present as if it were going to bite him. Dean had never had much of a holiday spirit and Sam always had. It always ended up as an interesting Christmas.

"Just take it already!" Sam exclaimed.

"God! Fine! I'm taking it OK?" Dean asked.

He carefully took the present and started to unwrap it. Inside the small package was a bottle of Holy Water on a thick leather band to wear on Dean's neck.

"Hey! Portable Holy Water! Thanks Sammy! I never can find Holy Water when I need it!" Dean said. Sam smiled.

"No Sam! I told you! NO chick-flick crap!" Dean exclaimed.

"Oh, come here you!" Sam said and gave Dean a hug.

"God, Sam! You Jerk!"

Sam laughed. He loved to annoy his older brother.

"Sam, I got you a present too, but now I'm wondering if I should give it to you," Dean said.

"Oh come on Dean, you know I was just kidding around! Now give me my present!" Sam said.

"Nah, I don't think I should," Dean said.

"Dean!"

"No!"

"Dammit Dean! Give me the damn present!" Sam shouted.

"Sheesh! Here you go! No need to cry about it, bitch."

"Jerk."

Dean gave Sam the present, which Sam greedily opened.

Inside was a Sports Illustrated Mag, which included girls with hardly any clothing on.

"Now, don't get all gushy on me," Dean said.

"Dean, this is the present you bought for yourself 2 years ago," Sam said.

"So? Sam, don't tell me you don't like it!" Dean exclaimed.

"But it's yours!"

"Yeah! You know it's hard for me to share, besides, that's my favorite one," Dean said.

"Fine, thank you Dean, it's great," Sam said.

"Damn right it is! Now hand me some of that egg-nog, liquor added please," Dean said.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door of their hotel room. The brothers looked at each other.

"Who in the hell could that be?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, let's check it out," Sam said.

Dean and Sam tip-toed over to the door. Dean pulled out a gun, Sam did the same. Dean nodded. Sam opened the door and Dean hid behind the curtains to get ready for a sneak attack.

"Hello Sam. Hello Dean."

"Castiel. Wow, you bothered knocking this time," Dean exclaimed sarcastically. The angel simply stared at him, unamused.

"Well, I thought since it's Christmas I should be more courteous," Castiel smiled slightly.

"Than usual? Cause your usual really sucks," Dean smirked. Cas once again was unamused.

"I have something for you both," the stern angel said.

"Oh goody! Angel presents! Probably better than the usual ones," Dean chuckled.

"No, a mission. Two actually."

"Oh," Sam sighed. Castiel looked at him questioningly, then imploringly at Dean.

"It's just that, we were planning on taking a vacation. Just for the weekend. I would think that you of all people would understand that," Dean answered his unspoken question.

"You were wrong. Lillith isn't waiting to break the seals, therefore, we cannot afford to let you take a break," Castiel's eyebrows furrowed more than usual.

"But, it's supposed to be a celebration of Jesus Christ's birthday," Sam said.

"The pagans celebrated December 25th by tying humans to pine trees and pushing the trees off of cliffs," Castiel said sternly.

"And?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"And, buying Christmas trees is just that satanic ritual modernized," Castiel sighed.

"But what about the whole We Three Kings stuff?" Dean asked.

"Christ wasn't born on December 25th, the celebration is meaningless. The wise-men didn't even visit him in the stable. Read the Holy Word," Castiel said with a glare at Dean.

"Not happening. It's like 1,000 something pages," Dean said.

"Dean, you read a book about porn that long in a few hours," Sam chuckled. Castiel's eyebrows raised.

"Y-yeah, but...uh... Well, I don't understand the Bible," Dean stuttered. Castiel looked questioningly at Sam.

"Too many big words," Sam responded to his look.

"Okay, enough with 'Let's Make Fun of Dean' time. What are the two missions?" Dean asked, trying to change the subject.

"First place is called Cassadaga, Florida," Castiel answered.

"What's the deal about that place?" Sam asked, intrigued.

"Many people think they can speak with the spirits of the dead."

"Hmm...so, it's an I-can-see-dead-people thing?" Dean smirked. Castiel just looked at him. "Sorry, go on."

"The next mission will take place in Hell."

"Um, Cas? I didn't really have fun last time I was there, why would I want to go back?" Dean asked.

"Not that Hell. I meant Hell, Michigan," Castiel sighed.

"Oh. What's going on there?" Sam inquired.

"We don't know. But as Uriel said to me, 'with a name like Hell, there's bound to be something amiss.'"

"For once, the funniest angel in your garrison actually said something that's a little bit funny," Dean smiled. Both Sam and Castiel rolled their eyes.

"If Lillith breaks the seals that have been placed over these two places, it's another step towards the Apocalypse. You will go," Castiel said. Both brothers looked down.

"But...it's Christmas," Dean said and looked up only to find that Castiel was gone. "God, I hate when they do that!"

"It's God who made them that way," Sam smirked.

"Shut up."

"So, are we taking the missions?"

"When Heaven calls, you should probably answer," Dean replied.