Angel woke with a groan tied to a chair in the Carrigans kitchen. Her brothers were tied to her chair as well and sat back to back with each other. A number of bowls and a knife were set out on the kitchen table beside them.

"Ang?" Dean looked over to her at her groan, "You okay?"

"Uh…" She grimaced at the pain in her head as she tested the ropes around her, "Aside from the splitting headache, yeah. I think so."

"So…" Sam sighed heavily, "I guess we're dealing with Mr. and Mrs. God." Angel and Dean both nod at that, "Nice to know."

"Yeah."

"Fan-friggin-tastic."

The Carrigans each came into the kitchen just then, both dressed in colorful Christmas themed sweaters.

"Oh!" Mrs. Carrigan giggled, "And here we thought you three lazybones were gonna sleep straight through all the fun stuff."

"Miss all this?" Dean quipped, "Nah, we're partiers."

"Isn't he a kick in the pants, honey?" Mr. Carrigan chuckled as he smoked his pipe, "You're hunters, is what you are."

"Ohh, look at you. So smart. Although i'd expect nothing less from a couple of pagan gods." Angel glared between them before shrugging and smirking, "Why don't we just call it even, and go our separate ways?"

"What, so you can bring more hunters and kill us?" He laughed, "I don't think so."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Maybe you should have thought about that before you went snackin on humans, now, huh?"

"Oh now, don't get all wet."

"Oh, why, we used to take over a hundred tributes a year and that's a fact." Mrs. Carrigan put a napkin on Dean's lap before doing the same to Angel and Sam, "Now what do we take? What, two? Three?"

"The Hardy Three here make six."

"Now, that's not so bad, is it?"

"Well, you say it like that- I guess you guys are the Cunninghams."

"You, mister." Mr. Carrigan pointed at Dean, "Better show us a little respect."

"Or what?" Angel rolled her eyes, "You gonna dip us in some hot sauce and eat us?"

"Not so fast." He looked at his wife's excited face, "There's rituals to be followed first."

"Oh…" Mrs. Carrigan leaned down and grinned at Angel who scowled in return, "We're just sticklers for ritual."

"And you know what kicks off the whole shebang?"

"Let me guess…" Dean interjected, "Meadowsweet." He smirked, "Oh shucks, you're all out of wreaths. I guess we'll just have to cancel the sacrifice, huh?"

"Oh, don't be such a gloomy Gus." Mrs. Carrigan continued smiling as she put wreaths around all three of their necks, "There. Oh…" She clapped her hands softly in front of her, "Don't they just look darling?"

"Good enough to eat." Mr. Carrigan smacked his lips, "Alrighty-roo." He whipped out a knife, "Step number two."

Mr. Carrigan grabbed one of the bowls from the table and walked over to Angel. The blonde tensed and tried to move her arm away from him as he held the bowl under her arm and prepared to cut her with the knife.

"Hey." She tried to move again, "Don't touch me."

"Angel?!"

"Ang?!"

Mr. Carrigan sliced her arm as she screamed and collected her blood in the bowl.

Dean thrashed in his own seat, "Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!"

"Hear how they talk to us?" Mr. Carrigan chuckled, "To God's?" He handed his wife the knife and bowl as he walked around to Dean, "Listen, pal, back in the day, we were worshiped by millions."

"Times have changed!"

"Tell me about it. All of a sudden, this Jesus character is the hot new thing in town. All of a sudden, our- our altars are being burned down, and we're being hunted down like common monsters."

"But did we say a peep? Oh ho ho, no, no, no, we did not." As Mrs. Carrigan spoke her husband added ingredients to Angels blood in the bowl, "Two millennium. We kept a low profile; we got jobs, a mortgage. Wh- What was that word, dear?"

Mr. Carrigan answered as he picked up a pair of pliers, "We assimilated."

"Yeah, we assimilated. Why, we play bridge on Tuesday and Fridays." She picked up the large knife with a grin, "We're just like everybody else."

Dean glared as she came to stand in front of him, "You're not blending in as smooth as you think, lady."

"This might pinch a bit, dear."

Mrs. Carrigan came closer to him and sliced his arm just like her husband did to Angel, making him scream out.

"You bitch!"

"Oh, my goodness me! Somebody owes a nickel to the swear jar. Oh, do you know what I say when I feel like swearing?" Dean looked her in the eyes as she gestured with her sharp knife in cheesy emphasis, "'Fudge.'"

Dean panted, "I'll try and remember that!"

"You three have no idea how lucky you are." Mr. Carrigan took the pliers and moved to stand in front of Sam, "There was a time when kids came from miles around, just to be sitting where you are."

Sam looked from him to the tool in panic, making the older man grin wider, "What do you think you're doing with those?"

Dean glared at Mrs. Carrigan, "You fudging touch me again and I'll fudging kill you!"

"Very good!"

She sliced Dean's other arm and he groaned in pain, while her husband grabbed Sam's hand.

"No!" He struggled, "No. Don't."

"Stop!" Angel thrashed in her own chair as panic settled in her, "Leave them alone!"

He pulled the nail of Sam's index finger as he screamed and then held up the nail, "Oh, we got a winner!"

As Mrs. Carrigan put all the ingredients in the bowl and stirred them, she looked up to her husband, "What else, dear?"

"Well, let's see. Uh, fingernail, blood. Oh…" He hit his own head, "Sweet Peter on a popsicle stick…" He laughed, "I forgot the tooth."

"Oh, dear!"

"Jesus." Angel's breath was coming harder upon hearing that and she tried to keep herself calm, "Well, Merry Christmas, boys." Each of them groaned at her joke but Angel sat wide eyed as Mr. Carrigan picked up the pliers and grabbed her chin, "No, no, no-"

"Open wide…" His grip tightened as she tried to get out of his grasp, "And say 'Ahh.'"

He put the pliers into her mouth and gripped a tooth as she groaned and tried to brace herself for the pain that was about to come. Before he could pull anything out the doorbell rang, distracting him. Angel's breath hitched as she looked up at the man and hoped he would answer it.

"Somebody gonna get that?" Dean asked with slight panic in his voice as they couple glanced at each other, Sam sighed in relief at the distraction, "You should get that."

Mr. Carrigan rolled his eyes and sighed, "Come on."

Angel sighed in relief when he took the pliers out of her mouth, grimacing a little at the taste it left behind. As soon as the two of them were out of sight, the three Winchesters made an escape. They were able to split up and get behind separate doors just as the couple came back into the kitchen. Sam and Angel pushed themselves up against their door as the Carrigans tried to break it down.

Dean ran around the corner and leaned one hand against the door to help them, "What do we do now? The evergreen stakes are in the basement!"

"Well, we need more evergreen, Dean!" Sam grunted before he looked at the Christmas tree, "I think I just found us some more." He motioned at a large cabinet next to them, "Help me get this."

The three of them move the cabinet in front of the door before pushing the Christmas tree over. They broke branches from the tree to use as stakes. A silent moment stretched as they approached the kitchen door. Suddenly Mr. Carrigan tackled Dean to the ground as his wife cornered Sam and Angel.

"You little things." She chuckled as her face became momentarily distorted, "I loved that tree."

Sam raised his stake for attack but she smacked him hard and sent him crashing into the couch and onto the floor. Simultaneously, her husband punched Dean a number of times in the face. While Mrs. Carrigan had her back turned, Angel rushed her from behind and pierced her with her own Christmas tree stake.

"Personally." Angel twisted it into her painfully making her groan, "I thought it was a little gaudy."

Mr. Carrigan gasped in horror as his wife's dead body fell to the floor before screaming, "Madge!"

Dean took the opportunity and hit him with his branches before stabbing him painfully. He screamed in pain as Dean pulled it out and stabbed him again. Mr. Carrigan then fell beside his wife, both dead. Sam breathed heavily as he got up, Angel panted as she leaned on the couch and Dean sighed heavily in relief as they all studied the dead bodies.

Sam looked between them before smiling briefly and letting out another sigh, "Merry Christmas."