Written by Me. Tumblr: Iron-Frosted-Fiction. I just have to say there needs to be an episode like this.
Inspired by Glee's version of We Need A Little Christmas
Charlie entered the bunker humming 'Jingle Bells' softly. She balanced some boxes precariously in her arms as she made her ways to the living area. A table clipped the side of her leg and the boxes began to wobble as she became unbalanced. Sam jumped up from his spot on the couch and in two quick strides he steadied Charlie and her stack of boxes. He took a few out of her arms and walked them over to the tree.
"You went shopping again Charlie?" Sam chuckled.
"Well I had a few stashed away for a while and I bought a couple of things extra, and some for myself.," Charlie laughed as she set the boxes carefully among the others under the tree. She set one box aside and continues to make sure the presents were stacked nicely.
"What's this one?" Sam asked picking up and unmarked box and rolling it in his hands.
"It's a snow globe I got on discount." Charlie smiled and took the box from Sam. "I thought it would be a nice addition to our not so perfect Christmas."
She opened the box and pulled out a good sized snow globe. The base was a deep blue covered in an intricate snowflake pattern that was a sparkling, crystal, white. Inside a small house was covered in a blanket of snow. The house was dull and undecorated but it looked nice inside the glass dome. She turned it over and twisted a key at the bottom. 'Jingle Bells' began to play and she turned it over and shook it. Small lights inside and outside the house turned on.
"The shopkeeper showed me this and I thought it was pretty cool," Charlie said, showing it to Sam.
The snow swirled around and the whole thing seemed to glow. The snow swirled faster becoming storm-like as the light moved outward and engulfed the globe. Charlie's eyebrows arched as the light began to swallow her as well.
"Charlie you better put that down," Sam said, panicked, thought it was too late.
With a large flash of light Charlie was gone and the snowglobe fell onto the couch.
"Dean! We may have a problem." Sam called.
Dean rushed into the living room, followed by Kevin and Cas. Sam used a blanket to carefully pick up the snow globe and show it to the three. gabriel and Crowley showed up in this moment, excited by hearing 'problem'.
"Charlie bought a cursed object and I am pretty sure she just got stuck inside of this," Sam explained.
"Son of a bitch," Dean sighed.
Charlie groaned and put a hand to her head. She shifted and recognized the feel of the couch in the bunker underneath her. She sat up before opening her eyes to find herself surrounded by worried eyes. She blinked in surprise before smiling.
"Hey guys, what happened?" She asked curiously.
"You were helping us bring in presents and decorations when you slipped and hit your head," Sam explained.
"You just have a small bump on your head, nothing serious," Kevin assured.
Charlie looked around the room that was missing the Christmas spirit it had previously with all of the lights strung up and the tree decorated. Now the tree sat barren in it's corner. "That's weird," she muttered. "I thought we decorated already," Charlie said louder.
"No way, we were waiting for you," Dean said, nodding over to the bags of decorations.
"Oookay," Charlie stood, and inspected the room, looking for any hex bags or weird markings.
"Charlie what are you doing?" Sam asked with a laugh.
"Nothing, let's decorate," Charlie said, straightening up and giving the boys a smile. If they were going to pretend as if everything was normal then she would too. If they were trying to pull a quick one with her then she would try and stay a few steps ahead.
They all smiled and started to pull out the decorations as Kevin put a vinyl onto the player. A light hearted tune began to play and Charlie smiled as she fluffed the tree.
"Haul out the holly. Put up the tree before my spirit falls again. Fill up the stocking, I may be rushing things but deck the halls again now," Kevin sang as he helped fluff the tree and Sam and Dean pulled out the lights. Charlie looked at him with an arched brow.
"For we need a little Christmas. Right this very minute. Candles in the window, carols at the spinet. Yes we need a little Christmas, right this very minute. It hasn't snowed a single flurry but Santa dear we're in a hurry." The others joined in. Charlie stepped back surprised as Sam and Dean string up the lights.
"So climb down the chimney, put up the brightest string of lights I've ever seen," The two sang.
What surprised Charlie most was that she too was singing along. They all moved as if they were in a choreographed dance. She weaved between everyone as she strung lights across the mantle as Gabriel and Crowley put tinsel onto the tree.
"Slice up the fruit cake. It's time we hung some tinsel on that evergreen bough," The two sang.
"For I've grown a little leaner; grown a little colder. Grown a little sadder; grown a little older," Charlie and Kevin sang as Kevin grabbed her hand and twirled her toward the ornaments where she picked two up and hung them onto the tree.
"And I need a little angel, sitting on my shoulder. I need a little Christmas now," Sam, Dean, Castiel and Gabriel sang as the boys gave their angels a kiss then began to help putting up the ornaments.
They continued to sing and dance as the tree and room became bright with Christmas decorations. The song came to a close as she put up her hobbit ornament and the boy plugged in the lights. They all gathered around the tree with big smiles. Charlie soon shook hers off as she stepped away from the transfixed group.
"What is going on? Am I trapped in an episode of Scrubs?" She asked herself as she began to inspect the rest of the bunker.
The Impala pulled up to a small knick knack store. A sign on top read "Grandma's Attic" just like a stick on the bottom of the snow globe bow which assured the boys it was the same store that Charlie had gotten the cursed object from. The windows were darkened and the store looked empty. The boys pulled the door to find it unlocked and they entered the establishment. They quietly made their way through the building.
They heard a creak coming from a room further in the back and made their way quickly and quietly back their, pulling their guns out just in case. They pressed their backs to the wall on either side of a door. Dean nodded to Sam and carefully opened the door. He walked into an empty room and was surprised when a blow up snowman lawn ornament came down on his head.
"God damn snowmen," Dean exclaimed as he flung it down on the floor after blowing a few holes threw it.
Sam chuckled from behind him, amused by his brother's surprise. Dean shot him a bitch-face before they continued into the room. A door on the other side stood half open and Dean gestured for Sam to go first. The taller man just rolled his eyes at the shorter one. He entered the room which was decorated intricately with Christmas decorations. As Dean entered behind him the door slammed shut and all of the decorations turned on. Loud and annoying Christmas music played around them as they put their backs to each other to searched around the room for a source.
They both moved across the room and tripped across some fishing wire someone had set up. They lay in a pile of fake snow and glitter trying to untangle themselves when they heard a snort then a laugh from the room they had just walked through.
"Boy you two are a hoot," a dark haired woman said as she entered.
Dean shot at her and it missed her by a few inches, embedding itself into the wall.
"Oh calm down pretty boy, I mean no harm. My names Alexandria and I assume you have come looking for a way to reverse the spell I cast on the snow globe," She said with a smirk.
Sam and Dean quickly stood up, curious of what she had to say. they walked closer to the girl warily.
"Keep talking," Dean said.
"Follow me," She turned and began to walk out the door when Dean took the brunt of his gun and hit her in the neck to knock her out. Sam gave him a bitch-face which he replied with a shrug.
"Can't trust witches," He said as he grabbed her and took her into the other room and tied her to a chair. He pulled out a small bottle of holy water and splashed her to wake her up. "Alright, start talking, and no funny business."
The woman sighed and rolled her eyes at Dean. "Like I said Dean, I mean no harm. I know Charlie, or Carrie, from Moondoor though she probably doesn't remember me. Well I saw her hanging around with you two when that fairy was causing trouble. You two are kind of famous ya know, so when she came by my shop I thought I would pull a little prank, get her to buy the snowglobe and trap one or both of you in it, then she would come investigating and I could flirt with her a little more. It was all in good fun." The woman smiled and Dean glared at her.
"So how do we reverse it?" Sam asked.
"It'll wear off in twenty-four hours if the occupant survives through it that is. When you go into the snow globe it creates a world from your most recent memories and turns everything into a musical." The boys raised an eyebrow at her words. "It's pretty useful for annoying exes," she explained. Dean nodded in understanding with a small smirk.
"Considering it's Charlie I'm sure she will live through twenty-four hours of a musical," Sam commented.
"If it's made of her memories then that means we're probably in there doing littles songs and dances," Dean's face was horrified and Sam looked pleased.
"So are you guys going to untie me?" The witch asked.
"Nope," Dean said with a smile. "You may have just turned me into a fruity little theatre boy and I don't take too kindly to that, Merry CHristmas," Dean said as he lead Sam out of the store.
Sam gave an apologetic smile, "Merry Christmas," he said as he left.
Charlie sighed and stared out across the snowfields to a glass barrier that separated herself from the larger, and real-life bunker. She sat on the boot of the Impala with her knees pulled to her chest. Upon stepping outside and seeing the glass barrier she remembered what happened with the snow globe and had come to the conclusion that she was inside the cursed object. She wished she had stepped outside of the bunker hours ago to spare herself a rendition of Jingle Bells, Santa Baby, O Come All Ye Faithful, Jingle Bell Rock, and A Holly Jolly Christmas. They all weren't horrible singers, but she was starting to go a little mad from the musical. Though the rendition of Santa Baby sung by Dean to Castiel was probably her favourite and she wouldn't mind seeing it again.
She glanced down at her watch. This had been going on for nearly twenty three hours. She wondered how long it was going to take the boys to rescue her. She didn't want to have to spend Christmas stuck in here. She almost missed the bickering and real Christmas spirit everyone had, versus the over jolly mess this was. She sighed again and Where Are You Christmas began to softly play in the background.
"I don't even think so," she spoke and glared and nothing in particular. The music stopped abruptly. "That's what I thought," she said satisfied and slipped off of the Impala and headed back to the bunker. When she entered she could hear everyone singing Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. They called her over to join but she waved it off and headed to her room, they all stopped singing and chatted quietly. She smiled at the quiet and entered her room. It was overly decorated in Christmas lights and other paraphernalia. She slipped onto her bed and quickly fell into sleep.
Charlie stirred from her sleep and felt the familiar fabric of the bunker couch underneath her once again. She gave a groan.
"Not again," she said as she opened her eyes and looked around a fully decorated bunker. Noone else was around. "Wait, am I back?"
She got up and quickly made her way to the library where she found Sam reading and Dean relaxing with a beer. Gabriel sat across from sam and kept trying to distract the younger Winchester. Castiel sipped a cup of hot chocolate in his seat across from Dean. Dean looked over upon hearing approaching footsteps.
"Hey Charlie, you woke up," he said with a smile.
"Please tell me this is real life and I'm no longer in the snow globe," Charlie begged.
"This is real life," Sam said, cutting of his brother who felt like messing with the red-head. "IT was just a twenty-four hour curse. The shopkeeper was a witch and was pulling a prank."
"Thank god," charlie huffed, flopping into a chair next to Dean and taking a swig from his beer. He gave her a soft, brotherly glare and she just rolled her eyes at him. "It was like a Christmas musical gone wrong in there. Everyone was too happy, and Dean, you often took to serenading Cas." Charlie smirked at the look that crossed Dean's face.
"And we're done here," Dean said, taking his feet off of the table and standing. "Crowley made a pie, who wants some?"
Everyone chuckled and gave their consent. Dean left to the kitchen to get them their pie. When he was out of earshot Charlie continued to tell them about the going ons from inside the snow globe. They all had a good laugh when she told them about Dean's performance of Santa Baby. When Dean returned with their pie they all giggled to themselves at a joke Dean was unaware of, and probably never would be.