Christmas has come for Bobby and the boys and they are spending it with Ralph and Mike. Mike gets hurt and they patch him up.

Merry Christmas, guys!

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Bobby opened the door and saw a dark haired streak go past him, followed by a gleeful shout.

"Hi, Mike. Thanks for coming. The boys have been antsy waiting on that boy." Bobby chuckled as they rough housed in the living room now. "Expected you earlier, what happened?" A hunt, Bobby thought wryly, had to be a hunt.

"A Rugaroo in Indiana. It was a bitch to kill! My first one. Boy, can they fight!" Mike fingered his chest, "Got a first aid kit I could use? Rushed here right after burning it up. Think I need some patching up. Kept it off Ralph, though, so that's okay." Bobby called the boys worried and they rushed in, worried , too. Ralph glared at his father in frustration.

"You didn't have to take on the thing by yourself, Dad. I could have helped!" Ralph hated when his father got overprotective. He could have been killed. Sam helped Mike remove his shirt while Dean and Bobby examined his wounds. Some slashes and teeth marks on his chest and shoulders, and one arm, like he had held it up to keep the thing off him.

"You should have called us in." Dean swore and apologized as he stitched up a couple deeper slashes for the man. They applied the bandages and wrapped his ribs so they could heal better. They dotted alcohol on his lip where it was split a little and some of the cuts on his face. He had been dragged across concrete, they could tell. "You could have been killed, Mike. You should never Hunt one of those bastards by yourself! They're tricky buggers. Stronger than demons, too."

"I know, thought I had it. Killed it, didn't I?" Mike said proudly then wilted under their disapproving looks. 'And almost got both you and your son killed in the process if it went wrong' hung in that look and he smiled sadly, embarrassed at having risked their lives so stupidly now. "Sorry, I'll call next time."

"Damn right you will." Sam said punching him in his good arm, checking the stitches and helping him put on his shirt again. Bobby handed him a pain pill or two. "These may make you a little loopy but they'll ease the pain as your ribs heal, try not to move so much and you'll be fine."

"So, when's dinner?" Mike said trying to lighten the mood but hugging his son close anyway. "I'll let you help more next time, son. I sometimes forget how good you are at this hunting stuff. I just worry too much sometimes."

"That's okay, Dad. I get it." Ralph said kissing his father's cheek and getting up. "I'll make us a sandwich or something, I'm sure Bobby has something to eat in there." He took off and went into the kitchen to do just that, stopping for a minute so his adopted brothers could scour every inch of his body making sure Ralph was okay, too. Finding nothing wrong, they went in with him to help make something for him and his Dad to eat.

"See they missed him." Mike said smiling, "They really love him, don't they?" They treated him like a blood brother rather than the adopted one he was. It made his heart happy to see Ralph and the boys so happy together this way.

"Yeah, kept watching the door the way a woman watches a pregnancy test." Bobby chuckled, "Never seen them smile wider than when you rang that doorbell." They had been so thrilled when they heard the others pull in the yard. "We were worried. You should have called and let us know when that hunt came up like that, we could have helped you." He shot his old friend a fond look and Mike nodded.

"I will. I was stupid to not think of that. Reckless, I get it." Mike said eying the eggnog in the corner, "Could I get some of that nog?"

Bobby chuckled, "It has alcohol in it. Let me mix up some without. I was almost done with it when you rang. I'll be back in a minute." He went to get up and watched as a cup of nog was handed to Mike by Dean and saw Ralph sipping another.

"We got it, Ralph helped." Dean said smiling, flipping on the TV and pulling Ralph between him and Sam on the couch. Charlie Brown came on the screen and for the next hour they enjoyed the Christmas specials before heading up to bed. Bobby and the boys helped Mike get comfortable. Ralph had his own room but chose to stay near his Dad instead, in case he needed his help.

Soon they were asleep and dreaming of the next day.

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The next morning they opened their gifts. Mostly stuff they made themselves or bought on hunts early for Christmas for each other. Bobby and the others got Christmas dinner going and they sat down and watched some football.

They ate supper and Dean tuned up the Impala and Mike's truck for them.

That night they reviewed the cases Bobby had found and picked ones for themselves, and Mike got one, too, promising to let Ralph help more and call if he needed help this time.

They played poker the rest of the day and went to bed exhausted from the good meal and full day of activities. They all reflected they needed to do this again next year, complete with Ralph and Mike coming to celebrate with them. Then Anderson's happily agreed to this.

They went to bed and headed out the next afternoon.

It had been a great family Christmas this year.

Especially with the Andersons there to celebrate it with.

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They sure enjoyed their holiday together, didn't they?