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Dean falls back to the ground,
his own blood drips into his eyes.
He wipes his wounded brow,
and hears his brother's fading cries.

He feels his strength is nearly gone,
as he watches snow begin to fall.
A fevered smile tugs at his lips,
amazed at the beauty of it all.

Ohhhhhh...

Jingle Bells, shotgun shells,
Dean fumbles for his gun.
Sam can hear his pain is clear,
His brother can't outrun.

Hey!

Jingle Bells, shotgun shells,
Dean fumbles for his gun.
Sam can hear his pain is clear,
His brother can't outrun.


Sam arrives beside him then,
just as his eyes begin to close.
But Dean can't focus on the words,
as the darkness grows and grows.

Dean lays prone upon the snow,
Sam sees him take a shaky breath.
But Sam won't let him rest to long,
or there's a chance he'll freeze to death.

Ohhhhhh...

Jingle Bells, shotgun shells,
Dean fumbles for his gun.
Sam can hear his pain is clear,
His brother can't outrun.

Hey!

Jingle Bells, shotgun shells,
Dean fumbles for his gun.
Sam can hear his pain is clear,
His brother can't outrun.