Chapter 3 – a jolly old elf
"Winchesters, Santa whispered after the stupid elf left. "I've found you at last, boys."
Azazel stirred within Santa's skin. The candy canes, presents and ribbons in the workshop hurt his eyes. He had the urge to destroy everything around him. It was goodness. It was sickening.
Even Mrs. Claus was definitely not his type. Nothing going on there.
Santa's jolly brown eyes flashed yellow. No. He'd leave the fat fool alone, at least for now. It would be a shame to waste such a far flung network of spies. So many special children he could discover!
Elves on shelves. Perfect.
Chapter 4 is next.