There are three ways Dean can figure out Christmas without a calendar. (A semi-companion fic to my Winchesters-loving-Lord-of-the-Rings, "we are truth-speakers", but can be read separately. Basically, Dean goes to see FoTR alone in theaters for Sam's first Christmas away at Stanford. But that wasn't how they'd planned it. Genfic, angst. For Mythopoeia, who prompted the idea.)