Sam sat on the couch in his hotel room next to the street.

Dean had left nearly an hour ago to get him and Sam beer.

Sam looked around and exhaled deeply.

"This place needs some decoration." Sam said to himself.

Sam turned on some christmas music, and once again continued to wait for Dean. He poured 2 glasses of eggnogg, and looked at the drink in disgust.

Just before Sam pulled out his cell to call Dean, the doors opened and Dean marched in.

"Hey." Sam called out. "Did you get the beer?"

Dean looked around the room. "What's all this?"

"What do you think it is?" Sam said following Dean's eyes around the room. "It's... its Christmas."

Dean looked at the banner Sam made, and hung over the fireplace before looking back at Sam. "When did you change your mind?"

Sam thought for a couple of moments and took a deep breath. "Here." Sam said holding up the other glass of egg nogg. "Try the egg nogg."

Dean looked at Sam, then the egg nogg, then back at Sam. He took the drink and sniffed it.

"Its not poisoned, Dean."

Dean took a sip, then had trouble swollowing it.

Sam laughed then held up a whisky bottle.

"That was good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Good." Sam said setting the bottle down. "Well, uh... have a seat. Let's do... Christmas stuff... or whatever..."

Dean smiled, "Alright, first things first."

Sam sat down as Dean brought the full, brown paper bag over to the couch.

He sat down next to Sam and reached into the bag. He pulled out a package wrapped in smaller bags. He held it out to Sam, "Merry Christmas, Sam."

Sam looked at Dean weirdly then smiled. He took the 2 bags. "Where'd you get these?"

Dean took off his jacket and said, "Some place special... the gas mart down the street."

Sam laughed.

"Open 'em up."

Sam set the bags next to him and pulled something out from under the couch, "Well... ah... great minds think alike, Dean."

Dean looked wordlessly at the newspaper-wrapped presant. Sam set it down in Deans hands.

"Really?"

"There you go."

"Come on."

Sam was the first to open his presant. "Yeah, ha ha ha." Sam said laughing again. "Skin magizines... and..." Sam said opening up the second one as Dean watched him. "Shaving cream." Sam said trying to sound excited.

"You like?" Dean asked.

Sam was still smiling when he said, "Yeah... yeah..."

Dean smiled and started opening the newspaper presant Sam had presented. "Ha, ha." Dean laughed when he saw the engine oil Sam had bought. He started openging the second one. "Well look at this, fuel for me and fuel for my baby." Dean said holding up the kit-kat and the oil. "There are awesome. Thanks."

"Good."

Dean set down the presants and picked up the egg nogg drink from the table, "Merry Christmas, bro." Dean said holding up his drink.

"Yeah..." Sam said picking up his drink. "Merry Christmas." Sam said clinking his drink with Deans. They both took a drink of it.

"Hey, Dean." Sam took a deep breath before continuing his sentance. "Feel like watching the game?"

"Absolutely."

"Alright." Sam turned on the t.v.

Sam and Dean both watched the game happily, but then full of despair knowing that this was Dean's last Chritmas, and Sams last Christmas with Dean.

The End