Dean dashed through the trees doing his best to keep the snowboard under control. Despite never riding one he seemed to be a natural. The hunter constantly glanced over his shoulder seeing how far the snowmen are.

Yikes. They are getting close.

A canon of snowballs fly across the sky and dive straight for the hunter.

Shit

Dean moves and wobbles in the process as he goes down another hill. The snowmen started to get impatient. They decided to up their game.

The snowmen form into one big snowball and roll down the hill. Dean looks over and his eyes widen at the sight of the gigantic ball.

Now he felt like he was in that scene from Indiana Jones. Being chased by a giant freaking ball.

Dean turns right and heads towards a tunnel. He zooms into the cave. The giant snowball crashes into the small hole of the tunnel. This caused Dean to smirk.

The snowboard started turning into gold dust.

No. No. No. Not now.

The snowboard vanishes and Dean stumbles and falls on the ground.

"Bitch."

Dean stands up and looks to see if the snowball was still trapped in the hole.

Good. Now I gotta find its power source.

Dean walks out of the other entrance. He had to admit what happened back there was cool. He felt badass riding that snowboard.

He stops when he sees two giant feet made of snow. His eyes go up seeing more snow. His eyes met the giant's eyes. The snow giant grins showing the same sharp teeth.

"Oh come on." Dean sighed.

The snow giant roars and stomps causing the ground to shake. Dean falls but quickly manages to get back up.

Then he runs.

Sam, Krissy, Aidan and Josephine search the area and frowned when they couldn't find the snowmen or Dean.

Then.

"SAM!"

The hunters turn and see Dean running for his dear life.

"Dean?"

"BIG ASS MONSTER ON MY TAIL." Dean yells.

"Holy crap." Aidan points to what he saw.

The hunters gasp at the massive snow monster.

Krissy raises her shot-gun.

"SHOT GUN USELESS!" Dean stops at the group. "We gotta go. Figure out a plan." The giant's thuds causes small earth quakes. "Like now." Dean adds.

The hunters nod at Dean agreeing with him.

Then they ran.

Castiel, Crowley, Rowena and Bernard fought the minions. They crushed, burned, threw and froze the minions. Rowena did spell after spell and Bernard hit the minions with a giant candy cane which Crowley thought was dumb.

A leg of lamb kicks Cas in the face. Cas's eyes turn red and he grabs the lamb and crushes it until it broke in half. The angel turned demon flicks his wrist sending the approaching chairs flying across the wall.

"Showing off now are we Cassie." Crowley mutters.

The demon turned angel smites an incoming plant sending it up in smoke. Crowley nods looking quite impressed by that ability.

Bernard dodges the apple pie and looks round. The waiter minion had his eyes closed and a grin forms across his mutilated face. He opens his eyes.

"Santa is losing. Him and his friends are running but... you can't run from the enemy because they always catch up." The minion laughed darkly. "Once he is dead you all can burn with him. Santa...or should I say Dean he is one pathetic, broken human being."

"Shut up." Bernard warned.

"Only survived 30 years in Hell. I seen others who have done longer than him. For someone who is a hunter that is appalling. Dean is weak."

Castiel turns feeling enraged that his friend has been insulted. He charges at the lead minion. The minion smirks and flicks his wrist. Cas flies back and crashes into the broken tables. Crowley and Rowena look round but remained where they were.

"For 10 years..." The minion continued. "...Dean tortured souls and became just like his mentor Alastair. You say we are the monsters. Little elf I think you need to rethink that. The true monster has been right on your door step all along."

Bernard screams and pounces on to the minion. The minion falls back in surprise. The minion and Bernard land in the snow.

The Arch Elf raises his candy cane using the sharp end his face murderous.

"I rarely lose my temper." He yells in the minion's face. "It takes a lot to make me mad. You insulting my boss, that makes me very very mad."

The minion pushes Bernard off him and laughs.

"An elf fighting oh how exciting." He stands up and brushes the snow off. "Elves can't fight. All you can do is build toys."

Bernard stands up and looks round. There are not in the restaurant anymore. Despite what Rowena said Bernard still cared about her and he is relieved she is out of the way now.

"True. I am no fighter." The Arch Elf nodded. "I would certainty not be here I would be hiding back at home. Now a hunter is Santa, I do not want to be a coward. I want to be like him fighting the evil and saving the children. Christmas will happen Krampus is not stopping it."

The minion smirks his chest glowing bright green. A sword appears in the minion's hand. Bernard gulps at the sight of the sharp blade.

"Having second thoughts?" The minion smirked.

"Um..."

Bernard slides his hand in his pocket. He takes out a wooden sword. He curses at his choice of weapon. Sometimes he wished he was Santa's level of power because at least Santa can conjure up a real weapon. The minion looked amused. Bernard glares at him. God he wanted to punch Krampus's little helper.

Bernard took the first swing.

Curtis stares at the screen. He looks back and forth at the two attacks. His eyes widen when Bernard and the minion disappear.

"Find Bernard. Find Bernard!" He commanded.

One of the elf types on the computer. He presses a button. The screen splits into thirds.

"Near the snowman attack sir." The elf answers.

Curtis looks and sees Bernard and the minion fighting.

"I'll be damm." He mutters. "First he had sex with a witch now he has turned into a warrior."

"He is losing." Another elf points out.

The minion swung his sword and Bernard kept backing away using the wooden sword as a shield.

"That's because he doesn't know how to fight." Curtis says now looking worried.

Although Bernard has always been a pain in the ass Curtis hated seeing him like this. Bernard is the Arch Elf, their boss, the one who keeps the North Pole running. Bernard is the heart and soul of the North Pole.

"Guys."

Curtis puts on a pair of goggles and puts on a rucksack.

He then grins.

"I'm joining the fight."

Sorry its a short chapter. I been so busy with college and everything. Once the holiday comes I'll be able to update more :)