It was hard to believe fast time was going. It was two days before Christmas, and it was the first anniversary of Gracie's death. As the date got closer and closer, Marisa became less like herself. She spent most of her time sleeping or watching television, as Sam and Dean went on hunts. Even with Christmas coming up, Marisa's mood didn't change.
"I don't want to celebrate it this year," she said, when Dean told her about his idea to convice Sam to do the whole tree and presents with the speical dinner.
Dean knew that Marisa was upset about the upcoming anniversary of her mother's death. But what he didn't know, was that it wasn't the main reason why Marisa was in her bad mood. It would be the last Christmas that Dean would celebrate. He wouldn't be there next year, to celebrate the hoilday with his child. His child's first Chirstmas without a father.
Along with Marisa, Sam was also in a bad mood. He too found it hard that it would be the last time he'd ever celebrate anything with Dean. But with emotional issues put aside, Dean and Sam were going on another hunt. They were investigating a series of murders, where the victims were being pulled up through the chimney. After Sam did some research, he discovered that they were deaing with a type of anti-Santa, a demon with roots in pagan lore.
Again, Marisa was stuck in the motel, but she didn't care. It gave her more time to watch television. She spent most of Christmas Eve, alone, as Dean and Sam did their work. In the course of 12 hours, Marisa managed to watch an entire season of America's Next Top Model on VH1. By the time the boys came back, Marisa was passed out on the couch, and woke up the next moring alone in bed.
By 8:30, Dean and Sam returned, bloody and bruised. As Marisa tended to their injuries, she learned that an elderly couple were the ones behind the murders. They were a Pagan couple, who decorated their house from head to toe in Christmas decorations.
"Pagan gods my ass," Dean said, as Sam told Marisa what happened.
"They took his nail! That's disgusting!" Marisa said, as she held Sam's hand in her own.
"They almost took my tooth!" Dean said, trying to get some sympathy.
Marisa went over to him and patted his head, "My poor baby," she cooed, pouting.
After they both cleaned up and changed their clothes, Marisa went into the shower, while Dean went out for a bit. When Marisa came out of the bathroom, dressed in clean pajamas, Sam had decorated the table. A small tree was lit up, with a banner that read "Merry Christmas" in red and green letters.
"Oh, Sam!" Marisa said, as she walked over to him.
Sam smiled and put his arm around her shoulders, "Merry Christmas," he said.
Marisa smiled and hugged him, "Merry Christmas," she replied, watching as Sam mixed some alcohol into the eggnogg.
Dean walked in seconds later, and looked at the display before him. Closing the door, Sam smiled a bit and handed him a glass of eggnogg. Dean took it, and looked around.
"Wow," he said, not sure of what else to say.
Then he took a sip and winced, at the strong taste of alcohol. Sam and Marisa laughed, and they held their glasses up. Toasting to each other, they all took sips from their glasses.
"I hate that I can't drink any of that. I'm stuck with boring old apple juice," Marisa said, looking down at her glass.
After exchanging gifts, which Marisa had none to give out, they all sat around. Dean looked at his watch, and put his glass down on the table.
"Marisa, go get dressed," he said, standing up.
Marisa groaned, "Why? I'm comfortable in my pajamas!" she said.
Dean sighed, "Fine, get your coat then! You too, Sam!" he said, standing up to get his own.
Sam and Marisa grabbed their coats, and they made their way into the car. Throughout the ride, Marisa kept asking what was going on.Finally, after a while, Dean pulled into a parking lot of a small church and cut the engine. Getting out of the car, Marisa looked at the church, then at Dean.
"Dean, when did you start going to church?'" she asked, confused.
Sam laughed, and walked ahead, leaving them both standing by the car. Dean leaned against the car, and pulled Marisa over to him. He looked at her for a moment, and just smiled. She smiled up at him, and he began to chuckle.
"Dean, you're creeping me out. What's gotten into you?" she asked, as he ran his fingers through her damp hair.
"I love you," he said, making her smile even more.
"I love you, too," she replied, blushing a little as she said it.
"I brought you here, because I couldn't think of a proper Christmas present," he said, and Marisa laughed.
"So you bought me a church? Dean, thank you, but you know I don't go to church," she said, shaking her head.
Dean smiled, "I didn't buy you a church," he said.
Marisa frowned, "Then why are we at a church?" she asked, confused.
"I brought you here because, I, Dean Winchester, want you to be my wife," he said,
Marisa's jaw dropped and her eyes went wide, and Dean smiled at her reaction. When the words finally sunk in, Marisa finally found her voice and spoke.
"Are you serious?" she asked, grabbing his hands.
Dean nodded, "It just makes sense. You're giving me the greatest gift any man could ask for, and I couldn't even begin to think of what I would give you. But over the last few weeks, it finally came to me. I want to give you my last name. I want the whole world to know, that you are Marisa Anne Winchester," he said.
Marisa began to cry as he spoke, and he kissed her forehead.
"So what do you say? Will you be my wife?" he asked, holding her face in his hands.
Marisa nodded, sobbing harder. Dean laughed and kissed her on the lips, before hugging her.
Then taking her by the hand, they started towards the chuch, and Dean gave Sam the thumbs up.
"SHE SAID YES!" he shouted, as Sam laughed.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, Dean looked down at Marisa and smiled. She leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Together, they walked into the church and down to the alter. Dressed in her silly pajamas, Marisa finally became a Winchester.
