This is very late, but there's always time for Christmas Cheer :) Hope you all enjoy this. This is for SamA18 who wanted Dean and a daughter having Christmas in the bunker with Sam and Cas and Crowley. I hope this is okay because I had to change it around a little because the muse is fickle sometimes, but I hope you still like it! Thanks also to AnastaziaDanielle and Aini NuFire for helping me brainstorm through writer's block :)

Good Tidings

For SamA18

"Hey, Sammy, have you seen Sadie anywhere?" Dean asked as he came into the bunker's library with another box of decorations in his arms.

Sam, who stood on a ladder, currently stringing lights on top of the bookcases, looked down at his brother and nodded toward the kitchen. "I think she went with Cas to choose cookies for Santa."

Dean smiled and dropped the box off before heading toward the kitchen where he could hear the angel and a little giggling voice through the halls.

"This is the gingerbread man I made, it looks like you, Uncle Cas!" she exclaimed as Dean came into the room.

"It is a very good rendering, Sadie," Cas said. "Do you think that's enough cookies?"

"Yep, gotta get some milk now!" She ran off to the fridge as Dean smiled, leaning against the doorway.

"Hey, cupcake, you finishing up? You gotta go to bed or you won't be asleep before Santa comes."

Sadie pouted. "But I wanna stay up and listen to the music with Uncle Sammy and Uncle Cas!"

"They'll be plenty of time for that tomorrow," Dean said, grabbing a glass for her as she tried to climb onto the counter.

Sadie had been a little girl they rescued several months ago after her family was killed by vampires. For whatever reason, she had really taken to Dean and by the time the case was over, he couldn't stand the thought of letting her go so he had adopted her himself. It might not have been an ideal situation, but for now it was the best thing for the little girl, especially since they had been able to find no extended family for her. Neither Dean or Sam or Cas wanted her to end up in the system so they agreed that they would all help look after her when there were hunts, but she was still Dean's girl.

"Woah," he cautioned as she tried to pour the milk at a height above her head. "Let me do this okay?"

Dean poured about half a glass of milk and handed the plate of cookies to the little girl. "Where do you want them?"

"By the fireplace, silly!" she exclaimed.

"We don't exactly have a fireplace," Dean said.

Sadie frowned. "Then how will Santa come bring presents?"

"He doesn't need a chimney, he can come in the door," Dean assured her. "Why don't we put them by the tree, that way he can see them when he puts the presents under it?"

"Okay!" Sadie skipped off, almost spilling the cookies. Dean smiled as he watched her go. He felt terrible that this would be the first Christmas she was having without her parents, but he was determined to make it a good one. And really, it had been years since he and Sam had had a real Christmas anyway. It would be fun.

Sam was just getting off the ladder as Sadie came running in with the plate of cookies. Sam chuckles as she came to a stop, nearly sliding in her socks, next to the tree.

"Woah, slow down!" Sam said. "Did you pick the cookies?"

"Yep, see, they are the ones I made specially," she said proudly, pointing to the four gingerbread cookies with messy icing on them. "This one is you, this one is Uncle Dean, this is Uncle Cas, and this one is me!"

Sam smiled as he crouched down beside her. "You did a good job, I think Santa will really like them."

"Yup," Dean said as he set the glass of milk down and scooped the girl up, tickling her as she giggled. "But someone needs to go to bed!"

"But I don't wanna!"

"Well, if you don't go to bed, we won't have time for stories," Dean told her seriously. "And you want to read a special Christmas story, don't you?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed and wiggled out of his arms, running to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Dean grinned and followed as he listened to Sam directing Cas with where to put the lights. Dean oversaw the bedtime ritual then went with Sadie to her room. They had put one together specially for her, getting a large area rug to cover the hard and cold cement floor that the bunker had and shelves and a toy box and a bedspread she had picked out herself. Never had Dean thought they would see pink anywhere near the bunker but it had happened.

After she had dressed in her pajamas, she crawled into bed and Dean joined her as she curled up next to him and rested a book in his lap.

"Ready?" he asked her as she grabbed her stuffed unicorn and cuddled it close.

"Yes!" she said.

"Okay," Dean cleared his throat and started to read. "Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…"

Sadie was already drowsy by the time the story was finished and Dean slid off the bed and tucked the blanket around her, bending to kiss her forehead. "Goodnight, princess," he said fondly as he went out to 'play Santa' and deliver the presents. And then maybe drink some of Sam's infamous eggnog.

Sadie slept through the night, but woke sometime before dawn and looked at the clock, seeing it was a little after six. That was when she usually got up on Christmas so she thought it must be okay. She slid off the bed and hurried out to the library, which was lit with colored lights and had the Christmas tree glowing in the corner with lots of presents stashed underneath. Sadie squealed and jumped up and down. She turned around and nearly ran into Cas.

"Uncle Cas, look at all the presents!" she said.

"There are quite a lot of them," he replied with a smile. "Would you like to look at them?"

"I wanna wake up Uncle Dean and Uncle Sammy first," she said, grabbing Cas' hand. "Come on!"

Sam was first and Cas helped lift the girl so she could shake his shoulder, and used his hair to tickle his nose. "Uncle Sammy! It's Christmas!"

Sam woke groggily, rubbing his nose, but he smiled as he saw Sadie hanging over him. "Okay, I'm up. Go get Dean."

"Come on, Uncle Cas!" Sadie said, wiggling back to the ground and running down the hall to Dean's room. She took a flying leap onto the bed, and Dean startled awake as she sprawled across his chest and patted his cheeks.

"Wake up! It's Christmas, come on and see all the presents Santa brought me!"

"Okay, I'm coming," Dean said and wrapped his arms around Sadie, rolling over and pretending to sleep again as she tried to get away, giggling.

"No, silly, let's go!"

"Oh, okay," Dean said, hiding a grin, and got up, following Sadie out and down the hall to the library.

"Wow, Sadie there really are a lot of presents," he grinned. "Where do you want to start?"

Pretty soon the library was covered in papers and the little girl's excitement and happiness was infectious to the three men sitting on the floor among it.

After hours of putting together toys (some of which took all three of them to do) Dean finally excused himself to start on making their Christmas meal. He got a ham and was determined to make it good since Sam seemed skeptical as to his culinary skills.

He was halfway through preparation when there was a knock on the bunker door. He frowned.

"Who's that?" Sam asked, from the other room.

Dean went toward the door, grabbing a knife on the way. "Keep Sadie in there, okay?"

He went to open it and was surprised, not to mention annoyed and wary, when he saw Crowley standing there.

"Well, are you going to invite me in, Squirrel?" the demon asked.

Dean frowned. "No. Why are you here?"

"Wassailing," Crowley said sarcastically. "I came to talk business. As much as it pains me, there's something I may need you boys' help with."

"Yeah, not happening. It's Christmas."

"Hello, I don't exactly celebrate it," Crowley said with a shrug. "You can't spare ten minutes? You really want me to come back tomorrow?"

"Try after New Year's," Dean said, then suddenly felt a hand on the back of his leg and looked down in horror to see Sadie.

"Hi," she said to Crowley with a shy smile.

"Sadie, go back and play with Uncle Cas," Dean told her quickly, turning to glare up at Crowley in warning.

"I just wanted to see," she complained. Sam and Cas appeared on the stairs then, looking ready for a fight. Crowley seemed to see this and smiled back at the little girl, crouching down to her height.

"Well, aren't you just adorable, my name's Crowley, what's yours?"

"Sadie," she said. "Are you staying for Christmas?"

"Oh, I don't…"

"Yeah, he's going," Dean added but Sadie had already reached out and grabbed Crowley's hand, surprising the King of Hell and nearly giving her three guardians a heart-attack.

"Please stay, Uncle Crowley," she said.

"Well…" Crowley looked up at Dean and shrugged. "Truce?" he inquired.

Dean rolled his eyes, but looked down at Sadie's innocent face and tucked his knife away. "Yeah, all right, fine. But you need to be on your best behavior."

"Yes, mother," Crowley snarked and followed Sadie down the stairs.

"Wanna see what I got for Christmas?" she asked him.

"I would love to."

"Is this a good idea?" Sam asked as Dean followed.

"He's not going to try anything here," Dean said. "I guess we'll just have to make do, and have Christmas with the King of Hell. Our lives are too weird, man."

Cas watched Crowley and Sadie while Sam helped Dean finish up the Christmas meal and pretty soon they were all sitting around the table, King of Hell and all. And even Sam had to admit that Dean had made a good ham.

Even though Crowley stayed for the rest of the afternoon and played with Sadie, Dean had to admit it was a good Christmas and he was grateful to have his family, both blood and adopted (and that meant Crowley was that weird uncle you had to invite but no one really wanted around) and that they could actually enjoy the day without having to worry about saving the world for once.

That night after Crowley had left they watched Christmas movies and Sadie dozed off in Dean's arms, and he thought he had never been so content.


This is officially the last Christmas one shot until next year! Thanks to everyone who prompted read and reviewed!