After this chapter, there's 27, 28, and 29. And that's all, folks!

Becca pulled a gift bag out from underneath the bed and handed it to Dean.

"I got you one more thing," she told him.

Dean sat up. "Becca, you didn't have to."

"Oh no, I had to. You'll see."

He gave her a curious look, pulling the tissue paper out of the bag. There was a shirt inside. He pulled it out. It was a vintage filling station style, button-up mechanic's shirt. Above the pocket, there was a stitched name patch, "Dean."

"When I saw you out there under the Impala that day, I knew I had to get it for you. Do you like it?"

He was laughing. "I love it. It's great. Thank you."

"Merry Christmas, Dean." She smiled at him.

"Merry Christmas, Becca. You like your bracelet?"

"I can't believe you got me that, Dean. You know you didn't have to. I wasn't expecting anything from you guys."

"I don't usually do things like that, you know. I wanted something special for you. But you deserve much more than what I can give you."

"Don't say that, dude." Becca reached out and gently touched his arm. "I'm really happy, Dean. This is the most content I've been in a long time. We didn't get Christmas together last year, but this year I'm glad you guys could make it out here. You guys are my family."

"Does it bother you, me being gone, coming and going?"

"I don't like it one bit, if that's what you mean. But that's the nature of the beast, isn't it? I take what I can get, and I think it makes me appreciate it and cherish it even more. You're precious."

"And you're an angel, you fuckin' know that?"

Becca's voice sounded sad and distant. "That's what they say." She laid down beside him, snuggling up close.

Dean put his arms around her with a sigh. She was truly his sweetheart.

Becca made breakfast while the guys exchanged gifts with each other the next morning. Dean gave Castiel the Playboy holidays edition. The angel's eyes almost bulged out of his head. Dean was determined to get Castiel laid. Becca felt embarrassed for the poor guy. Sam and Dean got each other utility knives. They were entirely too excited about it.

Breakfast was a casserole with veggie sausage crumbles, eggs (per Sam's request), and cheese. Orange juice, coffee, eggnog, whatever alcohol there was to put in the eggnog. Becca set everything up in the formal dining room since it was a holiday.

"What's for dinner?" Castiel asked as he got a second helping.

Sam groaned. "I can't even think of that right now."

"Lunch then?"

"That's even worse!"

Becca laughed. "I have a Tofurky roast for dinner. Green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, broccoli, and a pie for dessert. I have a real turkey in the Crockpot for you guys."

"Meat and pie?! It's a Christmas miracle!" Dean declared.

Castiel volunteered to help Becca with clean up. They cleared the table and headed into the kitchen to do the dishes.

"She's nothing like –"

"I'll break your damn nose."

"You know you think about it, Dean. Don't you? You have to."

"Becca's content with what we have, whatever it is. And so am I. If she's happy, then I'm happy. End of story."

"Do you think Becca's safe?"

"Of course."

Sam nodded thoughtfully. "Do you remember what the demon said? About having a baby?"

"I'm not going to sit here at the breakfast table on Christmas morning, discussing safe sex with my baby brother."

"Forget I brought it up. Sorry." Sam took a sip of his orange juice.

It got quiet.

"She's on the Pill," Dean told him.

"Dean, I said forget I brought it up!"

"Well I'm just sayin'…"

"Okay, well, thank you…for letting me know that."

"You're welcome."

Castiel and Becca were laughing over at the sink.

"So then Uriel said…"

Castiel leaned down and whispered something into Becca's ear. She gasped, her eyes wide, and then cracked up laughing.

"Oh Uriel…." She shook her head sadly as she dried a dish.

"I suppose Anna did what she thought she had to." Castiel shrugged a little, remembering the circumstances.

"Anna?"

Castiel turned and looked at Dean in the other room. He looked trapped.

"Uh, Anna was…a fallen angel."

"Oh I see." Becca rinsed her hands and turned off the water.

That was enough explanation for her.

Dean gave a sigh of relief. He had told Becca about the girl in the back of the Impala, but she must have forgotten the name. Did he mention that she was a fallen angel?

It didn't matter anyway.

The only woman he'd ever be taking into that Impala again would be Dr. Rebecca Nourse.

Sam and Dean were stretched out on the couch, watching the game. Castiel was in his favorite recliner, messing around with his Rubik's Cube. Becca sat on the floor in front of Dean, alternating between reading and watching the game.

Every so often, Dean would look out the window. The snow was falling gently, cloaking the entire neighborhood in a beautiful white blanket. It was really a perfect day. And a normal one, at that. Salem was actually pretty amazing. His Becca was responsible for this. He felt a twitch of pride. And love.

When she didn't move for a while, Dean knew she'd fallen asleep.

"Hey, sweetheart." He leaned down and put a hand on top of her head. "Why don't you come up here? There's plenty of room."

She gave him a sleepy smile, climbing up on the other side of Sam next to Dean.

Sam threw the Snuggie over her, giving her an affectionate pat. She cuddled down into it. "This is the best Christmas ever, you guys."

"THIS!" Castiel spoke up. He set the Rubik's Cube down with a frustrated groan.

Sam picked it up and twisted it a few times. "There. Now try."

Castiel went back to work on the Cube.