"You are going to tell Dean he is the Special Claus."
Bernard hurries down the hallway. His hands are sweating, his locks of hair are tangled due playing with it. The Arch Elf is nervous he knew his boss is not going to take the news well.
"You are not going to freak out you are going to be straight with him and tell him if he doesn't accept who he has become then he is being very selfish."
Bernard paused at the big man's bedroom.
Why does it have to be me that delivers the news? He sighed.
Bernard knocks on the door but no response came. The Arch Elf looks through the key hole.
Dean is on his stomach with his head on the pillow snoring his head off.
"Oh he's asleep. Guess I'll tell him in the morning."
"Bernard."
Bernard looks through the key hole again.
Sandman is sat in a chair. His sandy, golden hair flowing down his back. His amber eyes watching the sleeping Guardian.
What is he doing here?
Bernard teleports in not bothering to open the door. He walks up to the Guardian who as always looks half asleep.
"Sandman."
"Hmm."
Sandman's droopy eyes look at the Arch Elf. Bernard puts his hands on his hips.
"Why are you in Santa's room?"
"He's asleep."
"Yes I can see that."
"And you are going to talk to him."
Bernard raises his eyebrow.
"Do I look stupid. You think I am going to wake Dean Winchester up?"
"I mean in his dream."
The Arch Elf shakes his head.
"No. No. This man has been through the most terrifying things. His been to Hell, Purgatory and he even had the Mark of Cain. I would rather be away from his head."
"He is dreaming. A good dream."
Bernard furrows his eyebrows. He looks at the bag in the Guardian's hand.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"Then why have you got your bag of dust?"
"That's for something else." The Sandman puts it away. "...A sweetheart."
Bernard's eyes widen.
"You are with...someone?"
"Yeah. Issue is she has insomnia. The poor woman can't sleep. Gotta use this stuff on her every night."
"Odd couple. You with someone who hardly sleeps? Yet most of the time you are sleeping." Bernard frowned. "That's not going to work."
Sandman scoffs.
"That's rich coming from someone who slept with a witch."
Bernard glares at him. Can people stop bringing up his love life.
"The magic is blocking out the nightmares." Sandman explained.
"It is?"
They both look at Dean who smiled peacefully in his sleep.
"I spoke to his Santa's personality." Sandman says.
"You...did?"
"He is struggling in there. It's so divided in there. They need to merge."
"Mother Nature said Dean has to accept it."
"He has to. Otherwise bye bye to Christmas."
"I know." Bernard sighs. "But...He is too stubborn."
"That's why you all gonna talk in there."
Bernard looks at the smirk forming on the tired face.
"You did do something."
"I may have...tweaked the dream just so his Santa side can go in and say hello."
"You are a Guardian and you lied to me."
"I didn't. The part about my insomnia girlfriend is true."
"You want me to go into Dean's head, convince him to accept his role while his Christmas personality is standing there watching."
"Yeah. Not too hard."
"This is insane."
"That's the Special Claus for you."
Bernard nervously runs his fingers along his hair. He then shakes his head.
"Not doing it."
"I am a Guardian you obey me."
"I obey Santa and I feel I shouldn't be intruding in Dean's personal space without his brother's consent. Whatever is going in Dean its a mess. If Dean has met his alter ego, the poor guy is going to think he is having a nightmare."
"It's nearly Christmas Eve."
"I know but..."
"You need to be straight with your boss and show him this his life now. He has to accept the magic and let his Santa side in. We need a powered up Santa. He can protect himself from any further danger." Bernard walks over to the bed. Sandman rises from the chair. "What are you doing?"
"Waking him up. I am not doing this. Not without his brother."
Sandman appears by the Arch Elf's side.
"Mother Nature wanted you to talk to Dean. She wanted you to talk to him now." The Guardian raises his bag of dust. "So that's what we are going to do."
He blows the dust in Bernard's face.
The Arch Elf collapses on the bed next to Dean and his eyes close.
Krissy, Aidan and Josephine walk through the door. Krissy walks into the kitchen to dump the junk food. She opens the fridge.
"Oh come on." She shuts the door "Guys you wouldn't believe what Sam just did." Krissy walks into the living room. Her mouth drops open. "Oh hell no."
"Oh hell yes." Aidan grinned. "We got a tree."
"A tree that's too big for the house." Josephine says.
"Where the hell is that son of a bitch?" Krissy growled as she kicks one of the boxes over.
"Hey Kris. Sam is only trying to help." Aidan says.
"Just because his brother is Santa Claus that doesn't mean we should celebrate it. Santa is real, big deal. We are too old for all that crap now. He even brought Christmas dinner."
"No one is too old for Christmas dinner."
"Aidan seriously."
"He is being nice."
"He can take it all back where it came from. I don't want it."
"Uh Krissy."
Josephine's eyes go on to the door. Krissy turns and faces the younger Winchester.
"Oh Sam."
"You don't like it." Sam frowned.
"Sam we..." Sam walks in. His frown deepens. Krissy suddenly felt bad. She knew she hurt his feelings. "Sam we get you are trying to give us a Christmas but we are past all that. We don't celebrate it and we never will."
"I see." Sam's sad eyes look Krissy all over. "I see what you mean. Christmas is horrid."
"What? No I didn't mean that."
Sam bursts out laughing.
"Vile." He says between his laughs. "Children are spoilt brats and spoilt brats do not deserve anything."
"Is he okay?" Aidan asked.
"Maybe this is how he acts when he gets upset." Josephine shrugged.
"Sam." Krissy says. Sam laughs harder. Krissy takes a step forward. "Sam this isn't funny."
Sam's eyes go white. His smile goes so wide it looked unhuman.
"Oh but it is."
Krissy jumps back. All three hunters get out their guns.
"What are you? and what have you done with Sam?" Krissy asks.
"Who am I you mean Krissy Chambers." He grinned. "I am Jack Frost. It is so ice...to meet you."
Then white smoke travels out of his mouth. The smoke swirls around the young hunters at a fast rate. Then the smoke fades leaving three big frozen ice blocks with the hunters trapped inside.
Jack runs his fingers down the thick wall of ice.
"A hair dryer or a nice spot by the fire place is not going to help you. Not while I'm alive. I'll be alive for a very very very long time. I am immortal."
The Spirit of Winter laughs. A laugh that sounded so foreign from Sam's mouth.
"Night night don't let the frost bite."
He again laughs and leaves the house.
