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Sam feels a smile upon his lips,
as the motel comes into view.
But as he glances over at his bro,
he notices his skin has a palish hue.
It seems the shivers have now stopped,
and he can see sweat upon Dean's brow.
With the lines of confusion on his face,
Sam wonders what he feels right now.
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.
Dean feels the movement of the car,
and hears his baby's engine roar,
He tries to think why he is not the one,
who has put her pedal to the floor.
He tries to focus fuzzy eyes,
and turns his head towards the wheel.
He smiles when he sees his brother's face,
and quips 'Hey S'm, what's the big deal.'
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.