Dean awoke with a start. Creeping closer to his incubus, as so not to wake the sleeping giant.
"Hello dean!" a chipper voice sounds in Dean's ear.
Dean turns towards the voice and finds Malak in her male form.
"Holy!" He shouts falling off of the bed, at once noticing that his friend and lover where no where near. "What have you done with Sasha!" dean demands
"Nothing," Malak replies smoothly, as if it were common knowledge. "He was never here, at least, not this Christmas." Malak motions towards the window and as Dean looks out he sees a younger Sammy throwing snowballs at their father.
"What the…"
"Oh, well you see," Malak chuckles, "I am no demon. I am the ghost of Christmas past!"
Dean awakes with a start…looking over he sees Sasha.
"Thank God it was only a dream"
But, as he falls back asleep Malak chuckles, "Although my presence gives him nightmares he still deserves a real treat." And before Malak disappears from the room he leaves a box with white wrapping paper and a large yellow bow on the nightstand.