A Very Supernatural Christmas
Adonia, Genna, and Sam walked out of the victim's home after taking a look around. A grandfather was supposedly murdered the night before and last seen by her little boy.
"Thanks for letting us have a look around, Mrs. Walsh. I think we got just about everything we need,"Adonia said as they stood next to Dean.
"We'll be in touch," Dean added. They began to walk down the few stairs to leave.
"Agents..." Mrs. Walsh called. They turned around. They were posed as the FBI.
"The police said my husband might have been kidnapped."
"Could be," Genna assured.
"Then why haven't the kidnappers called. O-or or demanded a ransom? It's three days till Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?"
"We're very sorry," Sam said before walking away. Mrs. Walsh looked disappointed, close to tears. Adonia sympathized her. She approached the woman as the rest had already started walking away.
"Everything will be okay, Mrs. Walsh. We're looking into to this a thoroughly as we can." Mrs. Walsh nodded and walked inside. Adonia joined the rest.
"What did you say to her?" Dean asked.
"The woman needed some light in her day. Just a little comfort, that's all. Did you find anything?" Adonia turned to Sam.
"Stockings, Mistletoe, and this," he pulled an object out of his suit jacket and placed it in her hand.
"A tooth? Where was this?" She asked, examining the bloody tooth.
"In the chimney," he replied.
"No way a man fits up a chimney. It's too narrow," Dean pointed out.
"No way he fits up in one piece," Sam added.
"Alright, so if dad went up the chimney-" Dean began to say.
"We need to find out what dragged him up there," Genna finished.
Back at the motel, Sam and the girls tried to come up with some research. Dean came through the dull green themed room with a large paper bag in his arm.
"So, was I right? Is it the serial killing chimney sweep?" Dean asked as a joke.
"Yep. It's, uh, actually Dick Van Dyke," Sam tried to play along.
"Who?"
"'Mary Poppins'?" Sam answered.
"Who's that?" Dean asked scratching his head.
"Oh come on – nevermind," Sam said with a wave. The girls laughed.
"It turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month," Dean noted.
"The other guy get dragged up the chimney too?" Genna asked, looking up from the Book of Shadows.
"Don't know. Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof. So what the hell do you think we're dealing with?"
"Actually, I have an idea," Adonia said standing up.
"Oh yeah?" Dean questioned with interest as he set down his jacket.
"Uh, it 's gonna sound crazy," she warned.
"What could you possibly say that sounds crazy to me?"
"Um...evil Santa," she cracked a wise grin. Dean gave her a skeptical look and nodded.
"Yeah. That's crazy."
"Yeah…I mean, I'm just saying that there's some version of the anti-Claus in every culture," she showed Dean some evil Santa pictures, "You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter," Dean grabbed the pictures out of her hands, "Whatever you want to call it, there's all sorts of lore."
"Saying what?" He asked looking at them.
"Saying back in the day Santa's brother went rogue and now he shows up around Christmas time, instead of bringing presents, he punishes the wicked."
"By hauling their ass up chimney's?
"For starters, yeah," she said somewhat nervously.
"So, this is your theory, huh? Santa's shady brother?"
"She's just saying that's what the lore says," Sam was getting a little defensive for her.
"Santa doesn't have a brother. There's no Santa," Dean protested.
"Yeah I know. You're the one who told me that in the first place, remember?" Sam looked at Dean, who was becoming speechless.
"You know what, I could be wrong," Adonia added, trying to sway the conversation in a different direction.
"Maybe, maybe not."
"What?" Adonia was confused as to why Dean suddenly believed her.
"I did a little digging. Turns out both victims visited the same place before they got snatched."
"Where?"
The hunters arrived at "Santa's Village" where Christmas songs ran through the air, children playing around, and people dressed up in Christmas costumes walked around.
"It does kind of lend credence to the theory, don't it?" Dean asked as they walked around in the cold, hands in the pockets.
"Yeah, but anti-Claus? Couldn't be," Sam said.
"It's a Christmas miracle. Speaking of, we should have one this year," Genna said cheerfully.
"Have one what?" Sam asked skeptically.
"A Christmas." Genna and Adonia's families always went all out for Christmas. It was their favorite time of the year. Sam scoffed.
"No, thanks."
"No, we'll get a tree, a little Boston Market, just as if we were home."
"Gen, my past Christmases weren't exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know?"
"What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases," Dean protested, seeming to like the idea.
"Whose childhood are you talking about?" Sam asked his brother.
"Oh, come on, Sam," Dean stopped walking and Sam faced him.
"No, just...no," Sam looked upset just thinking about his past disappointments. Adonia wasn't too kind towards the idea herself. They were one in the same. She wasn't sure if she was ready to celebrate without her parents just yet.
"Alright, Grinch," Dean said, surprised. Dean walked away as Sam looked at him feeling guilty. Adonia stayed back with Sam.
"I don't want to celebrate either, but trust me, Genna alwayspushes these kind of things. I would just put on a smile and go with it," Adonia said before walking away.
"Hey. This is your first Christmas without them, isn't it?" Sam asked. She nodded.
"Yeah," she said with a slight smile, then walked away. They all went in different directions to look around.
"You'd think with the 10 bucks it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow," Dean said joining the rest. Sam knocked himself out of a daydream.
"What?"
"Nothing. What are we looking for again?"
"Uhm…lore says that the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets," Sam answered.
"Great. We're looking for a pimp Santa. Why the sweets?"
"Think about it, Dean. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know?"
"That's creepy," Adonia chimed in.
"How does this thing know who's been naughty and who's been nice?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." The hunters look at a nearby barn with a Santa Claus sitting outside with a little boy on his lap. He was filthy as could be.
"Alright, Ronnie, have you been a good boy this year?" Santa asked.
"Yeah."
"Good. Santa's got a special gift for you." Adonia and Genna grunted at the clear signs of sexual harassment Santa was giving away.
"Maybe we do," Dean said under his breath. A female elf approached them.
"Welcome to Santa's Court. May I escort your child to Santa?"
"N-" Sam began to say.
"No, no. Uh, actually my brother here...it's been a lifelong dream of his." The elf looked at Sam with disgust.
"Uh, sorry. No kids over...12"
"No, he's just kidding. We only came here to watch." The elf backs off.
"Eww."
"I-I didn't mean we came here to w-Y- Thanks a lot, Dean. Thanks for that." Everyone laughed.
"Check it out," Dean said changing the subject. Santa stood up and began walking away with a limp. They watched his as he walked by.
"Are you seeing this?"
"A lot of people walk with limps, right?" Sam asked.
"Tell me you didn't smell that. That was candy," Dean was certain.
"That was ripple. I think, had to be," Sam was getting suspicious himself.
"Maybe. Are we willing to take that chance?" Genna asked.
The hunters sat in the Impala at night, spying on Santa's trailer.
"What time is it?" Sam asked through a yawn.
"Same as the last time you asked. Here," Dean yawned as well and Sam handed him a thermos, "Caffeinate." Dean took it from Sam and poured some into the cup, turned out the coffee was already empty. Dean looked at Sam annoyed. Adonia peeked her head over the front seats, wanting a caffeine fix for herself.
"Wonderful," she said with a scoff. She sat back and thought of something. She sat back up and tilted her head towards Sam.
"Hey Sam."
"Yeah?"
"Why are you the one that hates Christmas? I would assume it would be the other way around." Dean was slightly offended, but he was also curious.
"Addie-" Sam didn't want to answer the question.
"Alright, I admit it. We had a few bumpy holidays when we were kids," Dean admitted.
"'Bumpy'?"
"That was then. We'll do it right this year," Dean promised.
"Look, Dean. If you want to have Christmas, knock yourself out. Just don't involve me." Adonia regretted bringing it up.
"Oh, yeah, that'd be great. Me and myself making cranberry molds." Genna hit Dean on the arm.
"And her..." Dean said in an unenthusiastic tone. Sam ignored Dean and he's back watching the house when he saw Santa carefully look outside and close his window curtain.
"What's up with Saint Nicotine?" Dean asked. They waited but nothing happened, so they jumped out of the car when they heard a woman scream and ran to the house with their guns. Dean peeked inside then looked at Sam, who was grinning.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just that, uh… well, you know, Mr. Gung Ho Christmas might have to blow away Santa." Dean looked at the girls, who tried not to laugh. They barged in to find Santa drinking, smoking a bong, and watching Christmas porn.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, standing in defense.
"Ah, h-" Sam didn't know what to say.
"S-silent night..." Dean began to sing, horribly.
"Holy...night. All is well, all is dry." Dean and Sam began singing together the wrong words as Genna and Adonia sang the correct words decently.
"Bright," Santa started singing with them.
"Round and round...the table," Adonia and Genna started pulling the brothers out as they were continuously singing the wrong words.
The next day, after another attack, they questioned another mother whose husband was taken in the middle of the night. Sam discovered that in each of the attacked homes, the same wreath was placed over the fireplace. They went back to the motel for more research.
"Yeah, alright. Well, keep looking, would you? Thanks Bobby," Sam hung up and sat at the table where his laptop and books were placed, "Well, we're not dealing with the anti-Claus."
"What did Bobby say?" Dean asked.
"That we're morons," Adonia gave a disgruntled look, "He also said that it was probably meadowsweet in those wreaths."
"Wow! Amazing. What the hell is meadowsweet?" Dean asked, clueless.
"It's pretty rare and it's probably the most powerful plant in pagan lore."
"Pagan lore?" Genna questioned.
"Yeah. See, they used meadowsweet for human sacrifices. It was kind of like a… chum for their Gods. Gods were drawn to it and they'd stop by and snack on whatever was the nearest human."
"Why would someone be using that for Christmas wreaths?" Dean asked as he walked to the small kitchen in the motel.
"It's not as crazy as it sounds, Dean. I mean, pretty much every Christmas tradition is pagan."
"Christmas is Jesus' birthday," Dean protested. Sam looked up at him.
"No, Jesus' birthday was probably in the fall. It was actually the winter solstice festival that was co-opted by the church and renamed "Christmas". But the Yule log, the tree, even the Santa's red suit, that's all remnants of pagan worship."
"How do you know that? What are you gonna tell me next? Easter bunny's Jewish?" Sam was speechless, "So you think we're gonna dealing with a pagan God?"
"Yeah. Probably Hold Nickar. God of the winter solstice."
"And all of these Martha Stewart wannabees, buying these wreaths..."
"Yeah, it's pretty much like putting a neon sign on your front door saying 'Come kill us'."
"Great."
"Ha...guess what he gives you in return," Adonia said reading over Sam's shoulder.
"Lap dances, hopefully," Dean said somewhat sarcastically.
"Mild weather."
"Like no snow in the middle of December," Dean said looking out the window.
"In the middle of Michigan, for instance." Sam added.
"Do we know how to kill it yet?" Genna stood by her weapons, unsure of what to prepare.
"No, Bobby's working on that right now. We got to figure out where they're selling those wreaths."
"You think they're selling them on purpose? Feeding the victims to this thing?" Adonia asked. Sam exhaled.
"Let's find out."
The hunters went to a local Christmas store to find out that the owner was given the wreaths for free. Unfortunately, he was sold out, but they found out who was making them, Madge Carrigan. They returned back to the motel room. Dean turned on the little to the green themed, spacious room.
"How much do you think a meadowsweet wreath would've cost?" He asked.
"A couple hundred dollars at least," Genna noted. She estimated that based on past decorations she had purchased.
"This lady's giving them away for free? What do you think about that?"
"Well, sounds pretty suspicious," Adonia added. The brothers sat down, one on each bed. The girls sat in a green pleather type chair. Dean laughed.
"Remember that wreath dad brought home that one year?"
"Do you mean the one he stole from, like, a liquor store?" The girls laughed.
"Yeah, it was a bunch of empty beer cans. That thing was great. I bet if I looked around hard enough, I could probably find one just like it."
"Alright, dude. What's going on with you?" Sam wasn't enthused.
"What?"
"I mean, since when are you Bing Crosby all of a sudden? Why do you want Christmas so bad?"
"Why are you so against it? Were your childhood memories that traumatic?" Dean was starting to get fed up with Sam's attitude. Even Genna and Adonia could see why he wanted to celebrate Christmas with them this year.
"No, that has nothing to do with it."
"Then what?"
"I-I mean, I-I just, I don't get it. You haven't talked about Christmas in years." Dean was looking for the words to say.
"Well, yeah. This is my last year," a tension built up in the room. It was easy to forget what wanted to be forgotten.
"I know...that's why I can't," Sam admitted.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I can't just sit around, drinking eggnog, pretending everything's okay. When I know next Christmas you'll be dead. I just can't." The brothers sat there in silence. Adonia could sense that they were both reminiscing past Christmases together as children. Dean stood up after a moment.
"I'm going to go grab us some dinner," he put his jacket back on and Genna stood.
"I'll go too. You always screw my order up," she said jokingly to break the tension. Genna turned to Adonia who was looking at Sam with sadness.
"Wanna come?" She asked her. Adonia nodded.
"Just bring me back some soup or something. I'll stay here." Genna nodded and headed out the door with Dean. Adonia stood up and walked over to Sam, who was still on the edge of the bed. She knelt down in front of him and held his hands.
"Sam, I know what's going through your head. I can feel it. Don't get me wrong, I understand. But you can't let Dean's death get in the way of everything." Sam just stared down at their hands. Adonia moved her head to try to look him in the eyes. He finally looked up at her, indicating that he was still listening.
"If I knew my parents were going to die, I would want to spend every moment that I could with them; especially on Christmas. These are moments that if we don't partake in it, we'll regret it forever. It may be hard at first, but in the end, you'll be really glad you did." Adonia smiled at him and her green eyes shown vibrantly in the lighting. He smiled slightly. She rubbed her thumbs across his fingers and stood.
"I'm going to go get some sleep. I'm hoping if I sleep longer, it'll be easier to wake up on my own," she grabbed her jacket and left the room, leaving Sam in thought.
The next day, they drove to Madge Carrigan's house, which was white with green shutters and decorations were all over the lawn and porch. They stopped in front of the house.
"This is where Mrs. Wreath lives, huh? Can't you just feel the evil pagan vibe?" Dean said, disgusted with the over-exaggeration in decorating. They walked up to the door and knocked with the handle on the door that held bells on it. Within a brief moment, a porcelain faced blonde woman opened the door with rosy cheeks.
"Yes?" For a second, they thought she was Mrs. Claus.
"Please tell me you're the Madge Carrigan who makes the meadowsweet wreaths," Dean said with fake enthusiasm.
"Why yes I am," she said joyfully.
"Ha! Bingo," Dean said with a big smile.
"Yeah, well, we were just admiring your wreaths in Mr. Sylar's place the other day," Genna thought she'd contribute to the faux enthusiastic conversation.
"You were? Well, isn't that meadowsweet just the finest smelling thing you ever smelled?" Dean took a glance in her home and it was filled with decorations, too well.
"It sure is. But the problem is, all your wreaths had sold out before we got the chance to buy one," Sam said.
"Oh fudge!"
"You wouldn't happen to have another one that we could buy from you, would you?" Dean insisted.
"Oh no. I'm afraid those were the only ones I had for this season."
"Tell me something. Why did you decide to make them out of meadowsweet?" Dean was getting too eager.
"Why the smell, of course. I don't think I've ever smelled anything finer."
"What's going on, honey?" A Dick Van Dyke type man asked appearing next to his wife with a pipe. Adonia and Genna had to hold back their laughter. They looked like dolls or characters from a bad Christmas movie.
"Oh, just some nice people asking about my wreaths, dear."
"Oh, the wreaths are fine. Fine wreaths. Oh, care for some peanut brittle?" He asked extending his hand with a red tin of peanut brittle inside. Dean began reaching for some, but Sam stopped his arm and forced it down.
"We're okay," Sam said with a nervous laugh.
Back at the motel, Dean began carving wooden stakes. Sam and the girls did further research.
"I knew it! Something was way off about those two," Adonia said as she looked up from her laptop.
"What'd you find?" Dean asked.
"The Carrigan's lived in Seattle last year where two abductions took place right around Christmas. They moved here in January. All that crap in their house wasn't boughs of holly. It was vervain and mint."
"Pagan stuff?" Dean asked.
"Serious pagan stuff."
"So, what, Ozzie and Harry are keeping a pagan god hidden underneath their plastic covered couch?"
"I don't know. All I know is we gotta check them out," Adonia added.
"So what about Bobby? He's sure Evergreen stakes will kill this thing, right?" Genna asked as she picked up one to help Dean.
"Yeah, he's sure," Dean said looking at one of the stakes up close.
Ohcome,Allyefaithful,joyfulandtriumpht.Music was playing outside as the walked to the Carrigan's house at night. Their house was light up brighter than the rest on the street. Dean carried a bag of stakes on his back, while the rest carried their guns and knifes. Sam grabbed two stakes out of Dean's bag as he picked the lock. Without a struggle, he got in. They stood at the foot of the stairs looking around for any sign of the Carrigan's being awake.
"See? Plastic," Dean whispered as he showed them the plastic covered couch. They split up with a stake each and looked around carefully, quietly. Sam walked into the kitchen where finger foods sat on the counters. He came across a padlocked door and shined his small flashlight on it.
"Hey guys," he called. They went down the basement stairs to find bowls of skinned body parts and blood everywhere. There was all sorts of older machinery with blood sprayed across them and chunks of flesh all over the machines and floors. They found bits of what looked like a Santa suit, if he bathed himself in blood. Adonia came across a bag hanging from a hook and touched it lightly. The bag began to move and a man was yelling, muffled inside. She jumped back, but was soon grabbed by the neck and held higher against the wall by Madge.
"Addie!" Dean called. He readied his stake, but was knocked out against a metal poll and fell to the ground by Mr. Carrigan. He grabbed Sam and Genna and knocked their heads together, causing them to collapse and pass out. He smiled and walked over to Madge and Adonia.
"Gosh, I wish you hadn't come down here," she said to her. Adonia was struggling to get down and shined her flashlight on their faces. Their face showed a more cryptic, skeletal form. Madge brought Adonia's head forward and hit it against the wall.
They all woke up tied to chairs, back to back on each side of the square table in the kitchen.
"You guys okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Dean answered. The girls agreed.
"So, I guess we're dealing with Mr. and Mrs. god. Nice to know," Sam said sarcastically.
"Oh, and here we thought you four lazybones were going to sleep through all the fun stuff," Madge said coming back from the basement. Her husband followed.
"Miss all this? Nah, we're partiers," Dean said.
"Isn't he a kick in the pants, honey?" Mr. Carrigan said as the circled the table.
"You're hunters, is what you are," he said looking at Sam.
"Yeah and you're pagan gods. So why don't we call it even and go our separate ways?" Genna asked.
"What, so you can bring back more hunters and kill us? I don't think so," he said with a laugh.
"Maybe you should have thought about that before you went snacking on humans," Sam said over his shoulder.
"Oh, now don't get all wet," Mr. Carrigan suggested. Madge acted as if insulted.
"Oh, why, we used to take over a hundred tributes a year and that's a fact," she grabbed a napkin and placed under each of their hands.
"Now, what do we take, two, three each?" Madge asked her husband.
"The Scooby Doo gang here makes seven."
"Now, that's not so bad, is it?" She asked Sam. He looked away in disgust.
"Well, you say it like that, you guys are the Cunninghams," Dean said over his shoulder.
"You, mister, better show us some respect," Mr. Carrigan demanded.
"Or what? You'll eat us?" Sam snapped back with a smart tone.
"Not so fast. There's a ritual to be followed first," he said looking at his wife.
"Oh. We're just sticklers for ritual," Madge said happily.
"And you know what kicks off the whole shibang?" Mr. Carrigan asked.
"Let me guess, meadowsweet. Oh shucks, you're all out of wreaths. I guess we'll just have to cancel the sacrifice, huh?" Adonia said unenthusiastically.
"Oh, don't be such a gloomy gus," Madge grabbed four wreaths and placed it behind their necks, "there, don't they just look darling?"
"Good enough to eat," Mr. Carrigan sucked his teeth.
"Alrighty roo. Step number two." Mr. Carrigan took out a knife and a bowl. He walked over to Adonia and Madge stood near, watching eagerly.
"Addie," Sam called.
"Addie!"
"No, don't!" Adonia cried. He sliced her arm and her blood dripped quickly into the bowl. She screamed in pain.
"Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!" Sam yelled at them.
"Hear how they talk to us? To gods?" Mr. Carrigan said with a laugh. Adonia breathed heavily as they walked away, grabbed the chair's handles in pain.
"Listen, pal. Back in the day, we were worshiped by millions," Mr. Carrigan gloated.
"Times have changed," Dean said angrily.
"Tell me about it. All of a sudden, this Jesus character is the hot new thing in town. All of a sudden, our alters are being burned down and we're being hunted down like common monsters."
"But did we say a peep? Oh, no, no, no, we didn't," Madge added.
"We assimilated. We're just like everyone else," she said with a smile.
"You're not blending in as smoothly as you think, lady," Dean said with a sarcastic wink.
"This might pinch a bit, dear," she said grabbing Dean's arm. She sliced his arm as Adonia's was cut.
"You bitch!"He yelled.
"Oh, my goodness me! Somebody owes a nickel to the swear jar. Oh, do you know what I say when I feel like swearing? 'Fudge'."
"I'll try to remember that," Dean said in pain.
"You folks have no idea how lucky you are," Mr. Carrigan said as he walked over to Sam with sharp pliers.
"There was a time when kids came from miles around. Just to be sitting where you are."
"What do you think you're doing with those?" Sam asked nervously. Madge went over to Genna to cut her arm.
"You fudging touch her and I'll fudging kill ya," Dean said in pain.
"Very good," she said before slicing Genna's arm. She cried in pain.
"No, no," Sam said as he squirmed in his seat. Mr. Carrigan ended up taking one of Sam's fingernails.
"Oh, we got a winner!" He called. They poured the blood in another bowl and dropped the fingernail in it.
"What else, dear?" Madge asked.
"Well, let's see. Uh, fingernail, blood...Oh, sweet Peter on a popsicle stick. I forgot the tooth."
"Merry Christmas, Sam," Dean said over his shoulder .Sam grunted. Mr. Carrigan went over to Dean to collect his tooth, but before he pulled it out, the doorbell rang.
"Somebody gonna get that? You should get that." Dean said muffled with the pliers in his mouth. They left to get the door and by the time they came back, the hunters were gone. They looked around, but all doors shut around them. They held the doors as the Carrigan's tried to push through.
"What do we do now? The Evergreen stakes are in the basement," Dean yelled over the banging of the door.
"Well, we need more Evergreen, Dean," Sam suggested as he tried to hold himself against the door. He glanced over at the pine Christmas tree.
"I think I just found us some more. Help me get this. You two break off some of those branches," Sam said towards the girls. Sam and Dean pushed a cider cupboard against the door. After grabbing a tree branch, they headed back towards the door, but the Carrigan's stopped banging on the door; silence. Mr. Carrigan came up behind Dean and tried to strangle him. He took him to the ground and they fought. Madge appeared out of breath around the corner, but kept a smile.
"You little things..." Her head shook in a ghostly way, "I loved that tree." She slapped all three of the hunters against the wall. She ran towards Sam, but he hit her backwards with the tree branch, causing her to fall backwards. As they both stood, Sam drove the wooden stake into her stomach. She choked on her own blood.
"Madge!" Her husband yelled. When he was distracted, Dean got off the floor and hit Mr. Carrigan with the wooden stake. When he fell to the floor, he drove the stake into his chest twice, until he stopped breathing. The gods laid side by side, head by head. The hunters breathed heavily as they stood next to each other.
"Merry Christmas," Sam said ironically. They laughed.
Sam and Genna sat in the motel room, waiting impatiently. Dean and Adonia walked through the door with brown bags, stunned. The living room area was decorated with Christmas decorations they found at last minute.
"You get the beer?" Sam asked after he stood with egg nog in his hand. Genna stood with a smile; proud of herself.
"What's all this?" Dean asked, pleasantly surprised.
"What do you think it is. It's Christmas," Sam said pointing out the "Merry Christmas" sign. Adonia couldn't help but to smile.
"What made you change your mind?" Dean asked with a grin. He was really touched. Sam took a glance at Adonia. She smiled to herself and walked off to talk to Genna, to thank her.
"Uh, here. Try the egg nog. Let me know if it needs more kick," Sam said as he handed Dean a cup. Dean tasted it and gave a little cough.
"No, we're good," he said with a smile.
"Yeah?" Sam was grinning ear to ear.
"Yeah," Dean agreed.
"Good, well, uh, have a seat. Let's do Christmas stuff or whatever." Sam suggested to Dean. Sam and Dean sat on the couch and exchanged gifts. Adonia and Genna stood in the kitchen portion of the room and grab a cup of egg nog.
"I'm not sure how you did it, but I'm glad you convinced Sam to celebrate Christmas," Genna said. Adonia smirked.
"Yeah, well, he just needed a little push. He just need a push from someone that understands what he's going through." Genna nodded, but wanted to rear away from a discussion that would bring them down.
"I'm glad you're here, Gen," Adonia said looking down, then back at her, "You could have left, had your own life, but you stayed... I really appreciate that."
"Like I could leave you with these two," Genna joked, pointing at the brothers. They laughed. Sam and Dean looked back at them.
"Hey, what's so funny? Come over here," Dean said happily to them. His mood was at a point of being ecstatic. As they began walking, Genna's phone rang.
"Oh, it's my parents! I better take this," Genna walked over to the bedroom area to answer the call. Adonia leaned on the top of the couch.
"Sorry I didn't get you anything," Dean said kindly as he turned around. Adonia laughed.
"It's okay," Adonia looked down at the pornographic magazines Sam was given, "I think I'll survive without skin magazines." They laughed.
"I'll tell you what. I'll head back down to the store and grab you two something. It's the least I can do."
"Dean, it's not-"
"Dammit, lost reception. Hey Dean, did you see a payphone out there?" Genna asked as she put her cell phone in her pocket.
"Yeah. It's on the way to the gas mart. I'm headed back over there now." She nodded and grabbed her jacket. Adonia stood by the couch with her hands in her back pockets, swaying. Sam stood and laughed.
"I-uh, I actually got you something."
"Sam, you didn't have to," she said, blushing.
"I know, but I wanted to." He handed her a newspaper wrapped gift. She opened it to reveal a moonstone necklace. It didn't look expensive, just as if it came from a gift shop.
"Oh Sam..." She was speechless. It was beautiful in her eyes.
"I know you were a moon necklace everyday and you like to stand outside at night to look at the sky. I thought it was appropriate," he explained to her.
"Sam, it's beautiful. Really. Thank you so much," she took it out of the wrapping and held it in her hand. He set down his cup and held out his hand.
"May I?" He asked. She nodded and grabbed her hair to move it out of the way. He walked behind her and clasped the necklace around her neck gently. She touched the pendant and glanced at it. They stood in front of each other and suddenly, a mistletoe appeared above them. Adonia looked past Sam to see Genna scurry away from the window. She looked up to see the mistletoe dwindling above them. Sam looked up and smiled.
"That wasn't there before," he noted. He looked down at her.
"It would be rude to ignore it, right?" He said nervously, but kindly. She smiled.
"That's one way to look at it," she said softly. He slowly reached up to gently touch her neck. He pulled her in for a soft kiss. When they pulled away, they looked at each other at a close distance. They pulled back in for a more passionate kiss. When they pulled away, they held their foreheads together and then looked at each other smiling.
"Merry Christmas, Addie."