Santa's Village was more like a really poorly funded renaissance festival of Christmas paraphernalia. The pine trees were dying and turning brown, most the staff was drunk and the decorations were falling apart. Kayla looked around in distaste.

"I am completely against this whole anti-Santa thing. It's very…unseasonable."

Dean nodded. "I totally agree. You know, for ten bucks a head to get into this place you'd think Santa could muster up some snow. This isn't Christmasey at all. Speaking of which, we should have one this year."

"What?" Sam looked at each passing person.

"Christmas."

"Right, no thanks."

"What? Get a little tree, some Boston Market, just like when we were kids."

"Those aren't exactly Hallmark memories for me Dean."

"Why?"

"Because our Christmas wasn't what Christmas was supposed to be for kids."

Dean did feel a little guilty bringing it up; their Christmases sucked. He put an arm around Kayla's waist and pulled her to him. "Well we'll do it like it's supposed to be done, she knows. I bet your Christmases were awesome. Huh? Twenty foot tree, lights, decorations, big Christmas dinner with the family…" And now he brought up her parents. He was on a roll today.

Kayla stifled the painful memory of her parents death and shrugged slightly. "Christmas was always a big deal at our house."

"It should be." He tried to stay in the seasonal mood. "So what are we looking for?"

"Well, according to lore," Sam was quick to change the subject. "A guy with a limp that smells like sweets."

"So like a Santa Pimp."

They stopped to watch the kids in line, waiting to sit in Santa's lap. The Santa was reminiscent of the rest of the place; slightly drunk, gruff demeanor, kind of creepy. A girl in an elf costume came up to them cheerfully.

"Can I escort your child to Santa?"

"What? Um, no but my brother here, it's always been a life long dream of his." Dean pat Sam on the shoulder.

"Dean stop." Kayla shoved him. "He's kidding."

"We're just here to watch."

The girl looked at Sam. "Ew." She walked off in disgust.

"Thanks Dean, thanks for that."

Just then Santa got up and walked by them. With a limp. And smelled like candy. Dean looked at them.

"Are you seeing this?"

Sam shrugged. "Lots of people walk with limps."

"He smelled like candy."

"It was schnapps, it had to be."

Dean looked after the guy. "We're gonna have to tail him."