Another chapter in this story. For all of those who are wondering when there will be Vampire Diaries context in it, only another chapter after this and then the happenings of TVD will be mixed in with the Episodes of Supernatural. So, yeah. In two chapters I'll write the Episode 'Crying Wolf'.

Lyryenn – Thank you so much xD I decided to make them a bit closer now that they trust each other more. Even if Sam and Dean still don't know what Ray really is. Good idea about the Sins. Maybe I'll put them in sometimes. Might be a while until then though.

GodzNo – I'm glad you like it. Like I told you in the PM and at the top of this AN, it's near. I promise xD

prfh – Only another chapter until Damon comes in again.

Enjoy,

Nick

"Gabriel?" I called through the house "I'll be back in time for Christmas Eve, yeah?"

My brother appeared at the top of the stairs with a frown on his face "Where are you going two days before Christmas?"

I shrugged "It's Dean's last Christmas… I want to go and see them for a while."

"Do you even know where they are?"

"Sam texted me earlier. They are on their way to Ypsilanti," I told him.

My older brother came down the stairs and hugged me tightly "Be careful. I know enough about them to know that you're going to join them on a hunt."

Instead of driving, I flashed over there and pulled out my phone to message Sam again 'Where are you? I'm in Ypsilanti now.'

Not even two minutes later I got an answer 'On our way to a witness. The address is 1003 Sherman Street. Hurry'

Really, Sammy? Hurry? It was like he didn't know me at all. I focused on the address he had given me and not even a second later, I was standing in front of the house of the witness. What she witnessed though, I didn't know. Yet. From my place against a tree, I watched the Impala slowing to a stop close to where I was standing.

"Ray?" Dean grinned, striding over to hug me "What are you doing here?"

I leaned my head against his chest for a minute "It's almost Christmas, Dean. I thought it would be nice to spend it with the two of you. Sam told me where you were… So, what have we got here?"

As soon as the older brother let go of me, I was pulled into Sam's arms for a moment "We don't really know yet."

"So, let's go then and find out what's going on," I clapped, following the two men towards the front door.

The woman came out of the house as soon as we introduced ourselves as FBI agents, while a little girl was looking through the glass door behind her. Sam was looking around inside the house with Dean and me interviewing Mrs. Walsh "Um, my daughter and I were in our beds. Mike was downstairs decorating the tree. I heard a thump on the roof and then I heard Mike scream. And now I'm talking to the FBI."

"And you didn't see any of it?" Dean questioned.

"No, he was… he was just gone," she answered slightly hysterically.

I took the lead "The doors were locked? No forced entry?"

"That's right," the woman nodded.

"Does anyone else have a key?" Dean inquired.

Mrs. Walsh shrugged "My parents but they live in Florida."

At that moment, Sam walked out of the house "Thank you for letting me have a look around, Mrs. Walsh. I think we, uh, got just about everything we need. We're all set."

Dean nodded in agreement "We'll be in touch."

Mrs. Walsh nodded as we turned to walk away "Agents… The police said my husband might have been kidnapped."

"Could be," I shrugged.

"Then why haven't the kidnappers called? Or – or demanded a ransom? It's two days until Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?"

We exchanged a slow glance and Sam looked up at the woman with pity "We're very sorry."

As soon as we were back at the car, Dean looked at his younger brother "Find anything?"

Sam sighed "Stocking, mistletoe… this." He handed Dean something out of his pocket.

I leaned over the other Hunter's shoulder curiously and blinked "Is that a tooth?"

"Where did you find this?" Dean questioned.

"In the chimney," the younger of the two replied.

Dean snorted "Chimney? No way a man fits up a chimney. It's too narrow."

I grimaced "No way he fits in one piece."

"Alright," he sighed "So if dad went up the chimney –"

"We need to find out what dragged him up there," Sam finished the sentence.

We got into the car and Dean drove us to the motel. I flopped down onto one of the beds, Sam started researching and his brother went out to get something to eat. A while later, there were pictures of demons pinned on the wall. The door opened and Dean walked in, carrying a brown paper bag.

"So, was I right?" Dean asked jokingly "Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?"

"Yep," Sam joked back "It's, uh, it's actually Dick Van Dyke."

I snorted at the reference and snickered when Dean blinked blankly "Who?"

"Mary Poppins?"

The older brother tilted his head "Who's that?"

"Oh come on – never mind," Sam waved off.

"Well," Dean rolled his eyes "It turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month."

I looked up "He was?"

"Yeah," he nodded "Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof." He shrugged and Sam followed suit "So, what the hell do you think we're dealing with?"

"Actually," Sam murmured "I have an idea."

"Yeah?"

The younger brother shifted in his chair "It's gonna sound crazy."

Dean laughed "What could you possibly say that sounds crazy to me?"

"Um… evil Santa," Sam remarked, smiling nervously.

The older Hunter paused and nodded "Yeah, that's crazy."

"Yeah…" Sam agreed "I mean, I'm just saying that there's some version of the anti-Claus in every culture. You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter. Whatever you want to call it, there is all sorts of lore."

"Saying what?" Dean asked, studying the picture in his hand.

Sam looked up at him "Saying… back in the day, Santa's brother went rogue and now he shows up around Christmas time but instead of bringing presents, he punishes the wicked."

"By hauling their ass up chimneys?" Dean deadpanned "Ray, tell Sam that he's full of shit."

I held up my hands in surrender "Keep me out of it. I'm letting you know as soon as I figure out what we could be dealing with."

"I did a little digging," Dean pointed out "Turns out both victims visited the same place before they got snatched."

"Where?" Sam frowned.

He shouldn't have asked. He really shouldn't have asked. Dean dragged us both to Santa's village in the middle of town and I already hated it. I wasn't even the biggest fan of Christmas but sadly most of the people I surrounded myself with were. Gabriel – who was the one who told Mary that she was pregnant – was the biggest fan. To him it didn't even matter that the humans messed up with the timing. Damon, on the other hand, just wanted to drink the day away but it was his excuse for the day. Then there were the royals from centuries ago. They usually celebrated Christmas or Yule and had these huge balls that I was forced to attend.

"It does kind of lend credence to the theory, doesn't it?" Dean spoke up, watching people in Christmas costumes walking by.

"Yeah," Sam nodded "But anti-Claus? Couldn't be."

Dean smirked "It's a Christmas miracle. Hey, speaking of, we should have one this year. Especially since Ray is here as well."

"Have one what?"

"A Christmas," Dean shrugged.

Sam scoffed "No, thanks."

"No, we'll get a tree, a little Boston market, just like when we were little."

"Dean, those weren't exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know," the younger of the two replied, crossing his arms.

Dean tilted his head "What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases."

"Whose childhood are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, Sam," Dean groaned.

Sam shook his head "No! Just… no."

"All right, Grinch," Dean remarked in surprise, walking away from Sam with me following behind.

"Are you okay?" I asked him quietly.

He shrugged and sighed "I get where he's coming from… But I don't have long left and I want to make memories. Happy memories."

I put my hand on his arm "He'll come around. You'll see. If not then I'm sure we'll get him to have fun one way or another."

"Thank you, Ray," Dean whispered, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. He turned back to Sam who appeared lost in thoughts "You'd think with the ten bucks it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow."

Sam startled out of his daydreaming "What?"

"Nothing," Dean shook his head "What are we looking for again?"

"Um…" Sam looked around "Lore says that the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smells like sweets."

I snorted "Okay, I think I really should tell you something. There is no Santa and no evil Santa. Everything you found out about the anti-Claus were, in reality, Pagan Gods. I'm not sure if you know about it but Jesus was actually born in summer. Christians have only picked the 24th or the 25th because the Pagans were celebrating Yule on the 21st. Basically, they adopted this day from some of the other religions that were around at the time."

Sam looked down at me with a puzzled expression "You're a walking history book, aren't you? How do you know that?"

I grinned at him cheekily "Because I was there."

"So we're not talking about evil Santa then?" Dean asked before my words registered "Hold shit. You're old."

I laughed at him "That's not even half of it. Let's see how long it will take you to guess what I am."

"Let's go back to the motel," Sam suggested "We can go over things tomorrow."

The next day, we got the news of another attack and immediately set out for the house in question. It was the same scenario as the last time. The man vanished but this time there was a witness…

"So, that's how your son described the attack? 'Santa took daddy up the chimney'?" Dean questioned.

Mrs. Caldwell who had a pretty nasty bruise on one eye "That's what he says, yes."

"And where were you?"

"I was asleep and all of a sudden." The woman sniffed "I was being dragged out of bed, screaming."

Sam stepped forward "Did you see the attacker?"

She shook her head "It was dark and he hit me. He knocked me out."

"I'm sorry. I know this is hard," Dean muttered.

"Yeah… um, Mrs. Caldwell, where, where did you get that wreath above the fireplace?" Sam questioned. His older brother looked around at the wreath and blinked a little puzzled. I breathed in sharply as the pieces clicked together. I couldn't believe how blind I'd been.

Mrs. Caldwell frowned "Excuse me?"

Sam shrugged with an embarrassed smile "Just curious, you know." She told us about the shop she got it from, still a puzzled expression on her face.

Outside, Dean turned to his brother with a mocking smile "Wreaths, huh? Sure you didn't want to ask her about her shoes? I saw some nice handbags in the foyer."

"We've seen that wreath before, Dean," Sam reminded quietly.

"Where?"

I rolled my eyes "At the house yesterday. It makes sense now, by the way. There was meadowsweet in those wreaths."

"Wow!" Dean gasped sarcastically "Amazing. What the hell is meadowsweet?"

"It's Pagan lore, Dean," I explained "They used meadowsweet for human sacrifice. Gods were drawn to it and they'd stop by and snack on whatever was the nearest human."

Dean frowned in confusion "Why would somebody be using that for Christmas wreaths?"

"Think about it," I exclaimed "Pagan Gods look human. They could have very well made a few of those wreaths to get their victims."

At the motel, Sam researched some more concerning the topic, while Dean and I went to the Christmas shop that sold the wreaths.

"Can I help you?" the shopkeeper questioned us as we entered.

Dean shifted "Uh, hope so. Uh, we were playing Jenga over at the Walshes' the other night, and, uh… well, my girl here hasn't shut up since about this Christmas wreath, and…" He turned to me "I don't know, you tell him."

I rolled my eyes at the other Hunter and smiled at the shopkeeper "I recognized some of it… It was made out of meadowsweet. Do you still have one of those by chance?"

The shopkeeper hummed "I know the one you're talking about. I'm all out."

"Huh. Seems like this meadowsweet stuff is pretty rare and expensive. Why make wreaths out of it?"

"Beats me," the guy shrugged "I didn't make them."

Dean frowned "Who did?"

"Madge Carrigan, a local lady," the shopkeeper replied "She said the wreaths were so special, she gave them to me for free."

"She didn't charge you?" I exchanged a suspicious look with Dean who nodded in acknowledgment.

The shopkeeper shook his head "Nope."

I smiled lightly "Thank you for your help. Have a nice Christmas." I took Dean's hand and pulled him out of the door "Call Sam, would you? I'll get the stakes and you tell him to meet us at their house."

"What stakes?" Dean questioned.

I shifted "I really don't want to stay draw this out longer than necessary. You can kill them with Evergreen stakes. I'll go get some and you get Sam, okay?" The older Winchester nodded, pulling out his phone. I jogged down the street until I was out of his sight and snapped my fingers, making two thin stakes appear. I waited a few minutes until I went back to where Dean was waiting "Here," I handed them to him.

"Two?" he questioned "What about you?"

I smirked and pulled out my Archangel Blade "I have this. It kills just about everything… Not quite everything but almost."

"Can you get me one of those?" the Hunter joked.

"Sorry, Dean," I shrugged "This will only work for the right person…"

Dean looked at me in contemplation "Oh, well. We should probably go now. Sam will meet us at the Carrigan's house."

It was getting dark when we got there. The three of us walked up to the house and Dean quickly picked the lock. I was determined to end this as fast as possible. There was, after all, no need to draw this out. Additionally, I wasn't hiding what I was anymore… I wanted them to figure it out. Let's see how long it will take them though. After all, it wasn't exactly obvious.

Inside the house, we saw the couch covered in plastic. The rest of the house was practically drowning in Christmas décor.

"Hey," Sam called from the kitchen.

We quickly joined him, going down to the basement. Dean pointed his flashlight, just to find bones covered with blood in a large bowl. We checked the room and saw it looking more like a butchery room rather than a storage area. Sam found a bag covered with blood and moved away in disgust. Suddenly, he was grabbed by the neck and lifted into the air. Dean ran towards them after he heard Sam's yell. Madge pushed the younger Hunter against a wall, choking him. Dean tried to stake the woman but the man grabbed his arm and knocked his head against a wall. He fell down, unconscious while Sam struggled to breathe, slowly passing out as well. As soon as both of the Hunters were down the two Gods turned to me.

"Gosh, I wish you hadn't come down here," Madge grinned sadistically, moving closer to me.

I held up my blade with a smirk "Oh, don't you worry about us. Trust me, it's yourself you should be worried about."

Mr. Carrigan squinted his eyes at me "There's two of us and one of you. Your little friends here won't be any help."

I laughed and tilted my head to the side. My grace crackled around the room, illuminating the outline of six huge wings behind my back. Their faces twisted in fear as they realized what they had in front of them. I lunged forward, thrusting the blade into the woman's throat "You really shouldn't have murdered these people," I told them man nonchalantly, stabbing him in the heart. Within a minute both Pagan Gods were dead on the floor and I was wiping the blood off the silver blade. I looked at the brothers and sighed softly. My fingers brushed over their foreheads, transporting them and me into Dean's car. I drove us back to the motel quickly and just before I pulled into the parking lot, the two of them stirred.

"Ray?" Dean groaned, holding his head "Where are we?"

"Motel parking lot," I replied "They are dead. Come on, help me with Sam, would you?" I was just about to get out of the car when my phone started to ring "Yeah?"

"Samael," a familiar voice caught my attention "I need to talk to you. Urgently."

I turned around to look at Dean "What? Why?"

"It's important, child."

"I'm sure it is but it's Christmas Eve. I promised Gabe that I'd be back… now. Crap!"

Dad laughed lightly "Yes, he won't be too happy if you're late. Fine, child, but there is something we have to talk about soon."

I groaned "I'm scared already. Alright… I'll see you someday, okay?"

"Have a nice Christmas," Dad murmured "I'm really happy for you, Sama. You have found one of your brothers again and made a family for yourself. I'm sure that you'll even find love if you wait for a bit."

"You know something," I stated suspiciously.

"Goodbye, Samael." He hung up… I hated it so much. It didn't matter that I loved my dad, his riddles were annoying the hell out of me. What did he mean? At that moment, my phone buzzed with a text from Gabriel 'Where are you?'

'Give me half an hour. I'll explain later.'

"Dean," I spoke up after we got Sam into the room "I have to go now… Sorry, but I promised Loki to be back by now. Here." I handed him two presents "This one is for you and the other one is for Sam." I grinned sheepishly "Yours is a bracelet that will protect you a bit when you're in Hell. Promise me that you'll wear it?"

"How does it protect me?"

I shrugged "It subtly discourages Demons from wanting to harm you too much. I don't know how it will work in Hell but it should at least help a little." I bit my lip "Sam's is an amulet that will warm up whenever there is a Supernatural being nearby which mean him harm. Will you tell him that? He shouldn't take it off under any circumstances."

The older Winchester pulled me into a tight hug again "Thank you. I really hope it will help. It was nice to see you again, Ray. Hopefully, it won't be the last."

"I doubt it," I smiled, pulling back "I'll be by again before your time is up."

"Thanks," he sighed, rubbing a hand down his face "Enough chick flick moments now. Get out of here."

I laughed at the other Hunter and saluted "Sir, yes, sir." A second later, I was back in mine and Gabriel's house in Kansas City.

"There you are," my brother exclaimed "Come on, time for dinner."

I sighed and let myself be steered into the dining room. Should I tell Gabe that I was in contact with dad? He was supposed to be hiding or bad or something, right? For now, I'll keep his location to myself. Maybe after I talk to him…