Becca and Castiel trudged through the snow, following behind Dean and Sam.

The brothers were arguing over which tree they should pick.

"I liked that one back there," Sam was telling Dean.

"That one was too skinny! You need a nice, full tree."

"How about this one?" Sam stopped infront of a smaller, sparse tree.

"What are you? Charlie Brown? Keep moving."

"You're such an asshat."

Castiel and Becca looked at each other.

"It's just a tree," Castiel muttered.

"It's just a tree," Sam mocked.

Becca threaded her arm through Castiel's, and they continued along through the rows of Christmas trees.

Finally, the group stopped in front of a beautiful Douglas fir.

"Oh, Dean, this is gorgeous," Becca told him. "This one gets my vote."

Dean looked at his brother. "Sammy?"

Sam nodded. "I think it'll fit infront of the parlor window just fine." He glanced at Becca with a soft smile.

"Cas?"

Castiel shrugged. "It is not of import."

"I'll take that as a yes." Dean chuckled, squatting down. He began to saw the tree trunk.

Sam and Dean took turns until the tree was cut down.

"Timber!" Dean yelled as the tree fell over. Sam caught it.

"What do we do now?" Castiel wanted to know.

"We have to get it home. Then we decorate it," Becca answered.

The four crammed into her Honda. Somehow, having the tree tied to the roof made them feel more cramped in the vehicle.

But they didn't care. Becca turned up her radio, and they sang Christmas carols the entire way home.

"Get over here," Becca told Castiel. She handed him the angel topper. "Put this on the top of the tree."

"How does this gauche decoration celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ?"

"It doesn't. But it brings people together. It's about love, Castiel."

Giving a shrug, Castiel reached up and put the angel on the tree.

Becca brought her hands up to her mouth. "It's beautiful, you guys."

They all stepped back to inspect the tree. It was covered in white lights and ornaments in various shades of purple. They'd gone all out, putting candy canes and tinsel on the tree as well. It was a fabulous, tacky Martha Stewart atrocity. And it was perfect.

Dean came up behind her, arms slipping around her waist. He pulled her up against him, his lips in her ear. "Got any mistletoe?"

"Maybe later. It's time for presents!" Becca went over to the Christmas tree and grabbed three wrapped gifts.

"For my three wise men," she joked, handing their presents to them.

They all looked at Castiel expectantly. He was drinking yet another glass of eggnog.

"Put that down, and open your gift," Dean told him.

Castiel shot him a look and set his glass down. He had a nog mustache. "Well. I suppose I'll open mine first." He delicately pulled back a piece of tape.

"We're gonna be here all night." Sam rolled his eyes.

Inside there was a necktie, a Rubik's Cube, a yo-yo, and a gift card to Five Guys.

"Five Guys?"

"Burgers!" Dean laughed. "You take this to the restaurant, and you use it like cash to buy the burgers." That was the best explanation he could think of.

"Oh! This makes me very happy, Rebecca. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Who's next?"

Sam ripped his gift open without hesitation. "Headphones!" He read the box. "Damn, they cancel out noise?! This is perfect, thanks! Your turn, Dean."

"Last but not least." Dean unwrapped his gift. It was an old school shaving kit. "Now this is awesome. Thank you, Becca." He winked at her.

Sam immediately hopped up. "Now for you!" He went over to the tree and grabbed a gift bag. "To you from me."

It was a fleece purple Snuggie. "Thank you, Sam!" She gave him a hug. "I'm going to wear this right now." She removed it from the packaging and stuck her arms into it, laughing happily. "I've always wanted one of these."

Castiel handed her an awkwardly wrapped present. "I got you this one."

Becca managed to find a weak area not covered in tape, and tore it open. It was a Grateful Dead bear. "Oh this is great!"

"It is a companion for your other bear." He was very serious.

"I see that. Thank you, Castiel."

"You are welcome, Rebecca." He poured himself some more eggnog.

There was nothing left under the tree. Becca honestly wasn't expecting any gifts from them at all, so it didn't bother her that Dean didn't seem to have anything.

He rubbed the nape of his neck, his face serious. "Well…"

Then he smiled, reaching into his jacket pocket. He handed a box to her. "For you."

Becca recognized the blue and the perfect white bow immediately. She looked up at him.

Dean had gone into the depths of what few authentic savings and checking accounts he'd ever had in his life. Somehow, he managed to get his hands on every penny of his personal, honest money. $200. And he'd spent it to buy Becca's Christmas present.

"Open it."

She untied the ribbon and removed the lid. Inside was the characteristic suede jewelry bag. She looked up at him again.

He was still smiling at her, his eyebrows raised expectantly.

She unsnapped the bag and pulled out an infinity bracelet. "Oh, Dean. It's beautiful. Will you put it on me?"

Dean came over to her and gently latched the bracelet for her. Then he kissed the pulse point on the inside of her wrist. His lips were against her skin, the words barely audible. "I love you." He looked up at her, the lights of the tree shining in his hazel eyes. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

"You too. Thank you, Dean."

Sam sniffled and wiped at his eyes.

"Sam! You all right over there?"

"Yeah, Becca. Just…uh…something in my eye." It touched him deeply to see his brother like this. He knew what Dean had done to get the present. He never thought he'd see the day. It was probably the most honest thing Dean Winchester had ever done in his life.

They heard a snore and looked over.

Castiel was passed out in the recliner. He still had a nog mustache.

"He's nogged out!" Becca laughed. She took off her Snuggie and covered him up with it. She brushed his hair gently. "Merry Christmas, Castiel." She kissed his forehead.

Sam and Dean were rolling over Castiel and the Snuggie. They took a few pictures with their phones.

"Can you send me yours? How do you even do that?" Dean was pushing random buttons on his phone. He plopped down beside Becca, casually putting his arm up behind her on the couch.

The room got quiet.

They all looked up at each other. They were stretched out comfortably in the parlor. The Christmas tree was lit up and gorgeous. Everything seemed so perfect…and normal.

"This is really nice, you guys," Sam said quietly. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Sammy."

"I'm glad you guys could make it. I know you come when you can, and I understand that. I appreciate you coming to the same place more than once."

"This place is pretty safe," Dean shrugged. "Had a good angel lookin' out for it. Heard she's smokin' hot, too."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Well, I'm gonna turn in. Or else Santa won't come," Sam joked, standing up with a stretch. "Good night, you guys."

"Night, Sam."