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Rated T for mention of Nudity.

On the second day of Christmas Sam and Dean gave to me

TWO WOUNDED WINCHESTERS

By: HunterJWinchester

John had only been gone for a week on a hunt with Bobby. They had left John's two teenage sons at Bobby's place like they had a million times before thinking every thing would be fine. They weren't expecting to come back Christmas day and find both brothers bruised and covered in small cuts. Dean, the oldest of the boys had some minor burns on his face and hands. The youngest, Sam had one arm in a sling. Bobby looked at the two boys sitting on the couch than went into the kitchen.

John remained where he was standing by the door. "Well?"

Both spoke at the same time.

"Killer Reindeer." Was Dean's answer and Sam's was, "Christmas light mishap."

John narrowed his eyes. "Well which was it?"

Sam looked away, so Dean answered. "Uh…both, sir."

John raised an eyebrow. "Explain."

"Sam wanted to hand Christmas lights outside to surprise you and Bobby. While outside we were attacked by reindeer. I ended up wrapped in the lights, which is where the burns came from and Sam's arm broke while they were dragging us through the scrap yard. Rumsfeld scared the deer off."

John rubbed his forehead. "Alright I'm going to bed." He went in Bobby's spare room and shut the door.

Bobby walked back into the living room. "Nice story, but where does the half naked girl sleeping on the kitchen table fit into it? Or the one running around out back in only Dean's leather jacket and a Santa hat?"

"Magic reindeer?" Dean answered in his normal tone.

Bobby looked at Dean first than Sam who would not meet his eyes. He returned to looking at Dean. "I never want to know what happened here. As far as I'm concerned it was reindeer. I don't want to know how you two really got that way. Just…I'm going to bed." Bobby left the living room.

Sam looked horrified. "I don't know how I'll be able to face Bobby again. That was embarrassing."

Dean gave him a lop sided smirk. "Had one hell of a good time though."

Sam couldn't help, but laugh and grin. "Alright I did."

"See I told you, you would, little bro." Dean stood up. "I'm going to take Tish and Beck home. Should I schedule you another date?"

Sam looked at his arm. "We'll play it by ear."

"Get some sleep, Sam. Tell Dad I'll be back some time tomorrow." Dean stiffly left the living room and Sam fell over exhausted on the couch.

(And the corpse of a three headed hell hound)