Twas' the night before Christmas, when all through the house,

Not a monster was stirring- not even a ghost.

The Amulet was hung by the TV with care,

In hopes that God would soon be there.

Three men were nestled all snug in their beds,

Whilst visions of angels danced through their heads.

Sam in his plaid and Cas in his coat,

Had just settled down and into dreams they did float.

When out on the lawn there came such a clatter,

Dean rose from his bed to see what was the matter.

Off to the Impala he flew like a light,

With a shotgun in his left hand and salt in his right.

He stared in wonder at what he did hear,

As the others scrambled out and stood very near.

For the mystery of what was stood in the dark,

Would soon be revealed by one single bark.

The man raised his hands and pointed at Sammy,

Whose hair stud on end and hands became clammy.

"Run!" Shouted Dean as he pushed Sam away,

"Son of a bitch doesn't realise it's Christmas day."

With a little old smile so evil and deadly,

Cas new in a moment that it must be Crowley.

His long, black coat dripping to his knees,

"Hello boys, did you miss me?"