Dean took the left side of the room and Sam the right. Both cautiously searched behind furniture, and looked for any signs of demon visits. Sam walked over and looked behind the TV, and over to the long heavy curtains that blocked out some of the cold. Flicking them away from the window he glanced outside seeing the heavy clouds that hung with a promise. Sam moved over to the fireplace, and glanced into the fire.
It was then he felt the poker hit him in the back of his knees. "Shit! Dean!" He collapsed as Dean turned and and moved over. He heard a small laugh as he heard the bedroom door shut. Dean rushed the door, but it was locked. Dean stepped back, and kicked out, almost tearing the door from it's hinges. He rushed inside the dark room. Sam stood up and moved to follow. Dean moved over to the bathroom, as he saw the light come on, and he heard someone inside.
"Come out you cowardly bastard!" He reared back and kicked as he heard the window break. He rushed in and saw the snow coming in the window, and no one in the room. Dean turned and ran through the rooms and out the front door. Sam grabbed a flashlight and followed.
Dean ran around the side, his gun ready. He turned hearing Sam. "I don't see him anywhere."
Sam shown the light on the snow, and there was the tiny footprints. Sam glanced back at his brother. "The same as this morning. It's not a kid. A tiny demon."
"Yeah, Sammy, we have to find it and kill it. Not the kind of Christmas present I had in mind for you lil bro."
"Not your fault Dean. Probably a Scrooge demon. We'll get rid of it, and then finish our holiday."
Sam and Dean returned to the cabin. Dean grabbed a shotgun, his meter, and a flashlight. Sam grabbed some holy-water and some powder he had made up. They rushed back out into the stormy night.
The snow was falling heavy, and the boys walked towards the other cabins, following the trail. Shadows seemed to move, and the crunch of their boots in the snow the only sound. Dean lead the way and Sam watched the sides, and listened for any sound from behind.
A snowball with a rock hit Sam in the head, and he stumbled closer to Dean and fell over his feet landed on his face in the snow. Dean turned and looks at him, reaching out a hand. Sam sat up and grabbed his ankle. "Sam are you alright?"
Sam grimaced. "My ankle, I think I caught it in something." Dean used his flashlight to check his younger brother out.
"Your head is bleeding. How did that happen?" Sam pushed his hand away.
"Something hit me."
Dean helped Sam up and turned around. "We are going back to the cabin. You can't hunt with that ankle. Tomorrow I will hunt that thing down." Sam leaned on his brother and hobbled back towards their cabin.
Nearby Tiffany sat on a log next to Chucky. "Nice throw Tiff"
"Thanks Chucky. But I meant to kill him. I want that other one. Dean is so hot."
"Shut up, you females are all alike. Not counting that you are blond...know what I mean?"
"That isn't very nice."
"I'm sorry Tiff, you know I love you. I'd do anything for you but that. Sam has powers, I need them. I know how to use them. I don't care that his dad is a demon. I will feel right at home in that skin. Have to change his clothes though. Can't stand that hoody. Get some muscle shirts, tight jeans, and cut that hair...all for my Tiff."
Tiff hugged him, but she was trying to think of a way to change the outcome. They heard the boys moving away. Time to get ready for later.
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Dean found the door open when they returned. He glanced at Sam. Then helped his brother in and shut and locked the door. Sam hobbled over to the sofa and sank down into it. Dean began to salt the place, and putting up protection around the rooms.
Then Dean came back into the living room with the medicine kit, and sat down next to Sam. Sam was rubbing his ankle. Dean opened the box, took out some wipes and began to clean Sam up.
"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, Dean. Being here."
"Sure it was, Sammy. I am going to make that thing pay for ruining your holiday lil bro."
"What do you think it wants Dean?"
"You? Our Christmas presents? I don't know. But we will be ready next time. I think you will live, not much damage to that hard head. Now take the aspirin and I can check your ankle." Sam sat back and dry swallowed the pills and watched Dean.
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Later that night, both boys had dosed off. Sam had his head on Dean's shoulder. Chucky came in the broken window, and made his way into the living room. He stopped. "Ah, ain't that cute. Seems those knockout drops worked. He reached out and grabbed Sam and pulled at him, dragging him from the sofa. Chucky then stretched him out on the floor and glanced back at Dean. Tiffany was standing on the sofa looking at him. She ran a small plastic hand down his cheek.
"Leave him alone, unless you plan to kill him."
Tiffany sat down on Dean's lap, and wanted to hit Chucky. She watched him turn back to a prone Sam. "It's time", then he began to chant.