Christmas morning Kate was startled awake by Dean belting out the lyrics to Jingle Bells loudly and offkey.
"Ugh." She grunted and sat up at the same time Sam did.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked in an annoyed tone.
Dean continued, for lack of a better word, singing, switching over to We Wish You a Merry Christmas, and mimed 'I can't hear you'.
Katie flung her pillow at him and he caught it deftly.
"What is it with you guys?" Dean asked. "It's Christmas!"
Groaning Kate grumbled as she got out of bed, "You haven't been this excited for anything in years."
Sam asked "and?"
"Aw come on!" Dean whined, "Where's your Christmas spirit?"
Kate and Sam shook their heads, "No more songs." She said and shut herself in the bathroom.
An hour late the three Winchesters were donned in their FBI gear and were off to interview the victim's families. Dean dropped Sam and Kate off together at the firist victim's house and went on himself to the second.
"Ready?" Sam asked glancing at Kate out of the corner of his eye.
"Not even close." She responded as her leaned forward and rang the bell.
A blonde woman answered the door curiously gazing at the two people waiting on her doorstep. "Can I help you?"
"Mrs. Walsh?" Kate asked and the woman nodded. "My name is Agent Kate Callen this is my Partner Sam Moore we're with the FBI. Can we come in?"
The Woman's eyes widened and she nodded opening the door wider to let them inside.
She shut the door behind them and ushered the fake agents into her living room. "Are you here about Mike? Because I already told the police everything I know."
"Yes." Sam said. "We are, and we know you spoke to the police but it's best if we hear it from you and not from the local leos."
Mrs. Walsh nodded. "Yes of course."
"Ma'am, you said That your husband was dragged out of bed?" Kate asked seriously.
The woman had tears in her eyes when she answered. "Yes. One minute we were both sleeping and the next he's being dragged down the stairs screaming."
The siblings glanced at each other. Sam put his hand lightly on the woman's shoulder. "Why don't we sit down."
Kate casually walked out the room. She briefly glanced at the wreath above the fireplace before crouching down and pulling a rag from her pocket. She nudged aside a brunt piece of wood revealing a partial footprint. She groaned, "You have got to be kidding me." She muttered and stood up. She went back to the living room and Sam slowly stood. "Mrs. Walsh, thank you for your time. We will call you if we find any new information."
Once they were outside Sam shook his head sadly, "What do you think?"
"You are not going to believe me but there was a freaking footprint in the damn fireplace." Kate said.
"Are you saying you think Santa Clause did this?" Sam asked disbelievingly.
"I don't know what to think." Kate said as they walked the sidewalk to the park they were meeting Dean. "All I know is there was a footprint toe facing out in all the ashes."
Sam sighed shaking his head disbelievingly, "Call Dean let him know."
"Evil Santa?" Dean asked incredulously as he took off his jacket and then his tie. Kate glanced up from the motel's computer screen, she had accidently broken Sam's laptop last month by pouring soda on it.
"Actually Santa's evil brother." She said seriously.
He shook his head pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright, well how do we gank this SOB."
"Well suposedly he smells like candy and walks with a limp." Sam said while he lacced up his boots. "Let's just find him first."
"Well that narrows it down." Dean muttered.
Kate spoke up, "I saw a 'Santa's workshop' just outside town we should start there."
After standing outside 'Santa's workshop' for a half hour they found a suspect and now at ten o'clock at night they were sitting in the impala outside the guy's house.
"Sam why are you the boy that hates Christmas?" Dean asked exasperatedly. Sam didn't answer so Dean continued with a glance to the backseat at Kate. "I mean we had some good times growing up."
Kate snorted, "Dean I remember three Christmas's where dad was actually there. And on two of those occasions he was passed out drunk on the couch." She shrugged sadly."You tried to give us a good Holiday every year Dean, you did. Dad just never had the same consideration."
Dean frowned but said no more.
After a few minutes of tense silence Sam cracked. "I just can't think about Christmas."
"Okay our christmas's weren't so great growing up. I admit it." he shrugged, "But this is my last one so..." he trailed off.
"Which is exactly why we can't." Kate whispered. "I can't pretend to have Christmas cheer knowing I will never spend another Christmas with my brother."
"Then make my last one count." Dean argued.
"It's not that sim-" Sam cut off his head tilting to the side like a dog as he listened closely.
Dean instantly tensed, "Did you hear that?" not waiting for and answer they both threw themselves out of the car.
"Guys! It's not-!" She tried to shout after them. "Ah... Oh well." She climbed out of the car and leaned up against the hood with her arms crossed over her chest. She smirked when her brothers trudged down the steps of the mobile home with bewildered expressions.
"I tried to tell you." She said when they were closer.
Dean scowled. "We had to sing Christmas carols!"
Kate rolled her eyes. "You were happy enough to sing this morning."
"How do you always know everything?" Sam grumbled.
"Perks of being a shadowhunter." She said with a smirk.
Dean opened the car door and she climbed into the back. "So I'm guessing this is not our evil Santa?"
"I don't know Man." Sam shook his head. "Maybe we got the wrong monster."
"What do all these people have in common?" Dean asked.
A light bulb went off in Kate's head. She sighed, "I am such an idiot!"
"Well I knew that already, care to tell me why you think so?" Dean snarked.
"Every house had the same wreath." She elaborated.
Dean stared at her. "that's it?"
"Yeah." She grinned, "We can visit the wreath store in the morning."
Flashback
Twelve year old Dean Winchester, arms loaded with grocery bags, turned the key into the lock and opened the front door of a ratty motel room. Little Kate was playing with a toy car on the rug and Sam threw down the comic in his hand when he saw his older brother. "Thought you went out."
"Yeah to get you dinner." Dean said with a smile. He chucked a bag of funyuns at his brother and kneeled down in front of Kate who squealed and hugged him. He opened up a small box of cereal and put it on the floor. "Eat up." He messed up her hair and stood. He walked around the couch and put the rest of the stuff on his bed and started to take off his jacket. Sam followed him and sat down across from him.
"I know why you keep a gun under your pillow." he said quietly.
Dean bit the inside of his cheek and lifted up his pillow to see if said gun was still there. "No you don't. Stay out of my stuff." He said seriously.
"And I know why we lay salt down everywhere we go." Sam said smugly.
"No you don't. Shut up." Dean snapped back.
Sam turned over on his bed and pulled a book out from being squished under the mattress. He tossed it on the nightstand like an I told you so.
Dean stood up, "Where'd you get that, that's dads. He's gonna kick your ass for reading that."
Sam stared up at him, "Are monsters real?"
"No mosters!" Kate shrieked from the living room and came hurtling into Dean's leg.
"Now look what you did." Dean growled. He sank to his knees and grabbed his sister's hands. "No monsters Beanie, go eat your cereal." She waddled back into the living room. "Your crazy." Dean smirked at Sam.
"Tell me." Sam replied.
Dean's smirk faded and he looked away. He chewed on his bottom lip for a second before shaking his head. "I swear if you ever tell dad I told you any of this I will end you."
"Promise."
Dean set his soda on the nightstand and sat back down. Her leaned forward with a slight smile, his eyes lighting up with a bit of excitement. "First thing you have to know is we have the coolest dad in the world. He's a superhero."
"He is?" Sam frowned confused.
"Yeah. Monsters are real. Dad fights them. He's fighting them right now." Dean answered.
"But dad said the monsters under my bed weren't real." Sam said with a scared expression.
"It's cuz he'd already checked under there." Dean shrugged, "but yeah they're real. Almost everything's real." Dean glanced over at Kate who was already staring at him.
"Is santa real?" Sam asked.
"Santa!" Kate yelled happily careening into Sam with a giggle.
Dean huffed on a laugh. "Of course Santa's real!" He stood and swooped little Kate into his arms. "Huh, Beanie?" He tickled her sides and she screamed with laughter.
"yes!" She giggled as he let her go.
Dean glanced up at Sam and mouthed the word 'no' with a shake of his head.
"If monsters are real," Sam started slowly in a fearful voice. "Then they could get us, they could get me!"
"Dad's not gonna let them get you." Dean assured him and glanced down to make sure Kate wasn't listening.
"But what if they get him?"
Dean snorted, "They aren't gonna get dad." He glanced away, "Dad's like, the best."
"I read in dad's book that they got mom." Sam said.
Dean blew out a breath slowly. "It's complicated Sam."
Sam started shaking his head, "If they got mom then they can get dad. And if they get dad then they can get us."
Dean sighed and switched to sitting nest to Sam. "It's not like that. Kay? Dad's fine, we're fine. Trust me."
Sam looked away.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam replied shaking his head.
Dean smiled, "And Dad's gonna be here for Christmas, just like he always is."
"I just wanna go to sleep okay?" Sam asked with teary eyes.
Dean nodded, "Yeah okay." Sam laid down and started to cry, "It'll all be better when you wake up. You'll see. I promise."
End Flashback.
"Are you sure this is the right house?" Kate asked her eyebrow raised skeptically as she stared at the house they were currently standing in front of.
Sam nodded, "It's the right house."
Shaking her head she started walking forward, "Alright."
"Well that was a complete waste of time." Dean said as they walked down the porch steps.
"No," Kate and Sam said at the same time, "I sensed power." Kate said, "From both of them. I don't think this is Santa's little brother."
"No I agree," Sam said, "Meadowsweet is heavy in pagan lore."
"Call Bobby." Dean said as he started the car, "Find out how to kill them."
"Now you're sure evergreen stakes will kill these guys?" Dean asked as he shaved at piece of wood with his knife.
Kate nodded and looked over at Sam, "That what Bobby said." She shrugged, "He also said if that fails that angels can pretty much kill whatever the hell they want, so we should be good."
"Are you done yet?" Sam asked his brother, "I'm pretty sure we won't need twenty."
"No, I'm not done." Dean replied in an annoyed tone.
Kate handed Sam her stele and turned her back to him, "An iritatze, agility and speed please." She told him pulling aside the curtain of her hair so her upper back was clear. Sam stood and began to lightly draw the patterns into her skin without having to check the paper for reference. Dean glanced over and scowled he was still pissed that she had marked herself with her first two permanent runes for control with weapons and balance the week before. Sam finished and handed her back the stele and she marked herself up with the other usual battle runes; foresight, strength, protection, good sight and hearing.
She shrugged on her leather jacket and turned to Dean, "Are you ready now?"
Dean scowled but stuffed the finished stakes into a duffle bag, "Yes, I'm ready"
They quietly walked up the porch steps and Kate leaned over to pick the lock with her stele. Black scorched lines dug into the wood around the handle and it clicked open. She tiptoed inside followed by her brothers. Dean pointed at the clear covered couch, "See?" He shook his head disgustedly, "Plastic."
They looked around at the Christmas wonderland they had stepped into with disbelieving expressions.
"hey Dean." Sam called and he pointed at a closed door in the kitchen. Kate and DEan immediately walked over and Kate picked the lock easily. The stalked downstairs with their falshlights held in front of them. Kate pulled a small rough stone out of her pocket and squeezed it, the room flooded with streams of lights coming from between her fingertips. The celler was filled with ripped and bloody pieces of flesh and articles of clothing.
Sam walked over to and poked a red leather bag hanging from hooks and chains. The bag made a muffled noise and started shaking, the thing inside the bag was alive, and it was human.
The old woman Grabbed Sam by the back of his jacket and pinned him to a wall by his throat. Dean and Kate turned simultaneously and the man threw Dean against a pillar knocking him out. "Gosh I wish you kids hadn't come down here." She said in her sickly sweet voice.
"Let him go." Kate growled, her witchlight stone put away and two seraph blades in her hands. The woman slammed Sam's head agaisnt the wall and knocked him out as well, they turned on her.
"Dear me," The woman said and her husband finished, "Didn't anyone ever teach you to respect your elders."
"I do respect my elders." Kate snapped.
The woman raised her eyebrows and they each took a step forward and Kate held her ground, "Sweetheart, we are most definitely your elders."
Kate grinned, "I do believe Angels are older than Pagan gods."
The woman and her husband shared surprised looks, "My, my, We've found a baby Angel."
Kate glared.
"Look, she doesnt even have her wings back yet." They shared a grin and Charged, they were both cut by Kate's bladed but were able to overpower her, because for all their faults they were smarter than Demons to attack one at a time.
Kate woke up last, she was bound by thick chains, other than her brothers who were tied to back to back chairs by ropes. "You okay sis?" Dean asked quietly.
She groaned, "Peachy."
"How'd they get the drop on you?" Sam asked and she snorted.
"They may be idiot Pagan gods but they're not quite as dumb as demons."
"Oh!" The bitches happy voice came from the doorway, "And here we thought you three lazybones would sleep through all the fun."
"And miss all this," Dean said sarcastically, "Naw, we're partiers."
"You're hunters is what you are." The man seemed to need to point out. "And the little angel on your shoulders."
"Yeah and you're Pagan god," Dean agreed, "Now why don't we just call it even and go our separate ways." He said hopefully.
"What so you can bring back more hunters and kill us?" He argued and laughed, "I don't think so."
"Well maybe you should have thought about that before you went snacking on humans then-"
"Oh now don't get all wet." The man said using some expression the siblings had never heard before.
"Oh, we used to take over a hundred tributes a year." The woman said gleefully. "And that's a fact. Now what do we take what? Two or three." She said this while laying hand towels over her brother's laps.
"Hardy boys here make five." The man said pointing his pipe at them, "And little miss heaven over there will be better than ten."
"You touch my sister and I'll kill you." Dean growled, shifting against his bonds.
"You mister better show us a little respect." The man pointed again.
Sam and Dean looked over their shoulders at him, "Or what?" Sam asked with a defiant smirk, "You'll eat us." Kate rolled her eyes in exasperation wishing they would just shut up already but she wasnt going to say anything just yet, she was slowly inching her stele out of her back pocket.
"Not so fast, there's rituals to be followed first." He smiled smugly.
"Oh." The woman crowed like it was some big treat, "We're sticklers for ritual."
"And you know what kicks off the whole shebang?"
"Let me guess, Meadowsweet." Dean said with a shake of his head, "You had to figure that out didn't you Kate?"
"Oh do not put this on me!" She said disbelievingly.
"Oh here." The waoman said draping boughs of meadowsweet over all three of their shoulders. "Don't they just look darling."
"Good enough to eat." The man said and held up a curved knife, "Allrightly roo, step number two." He walked up to Sam and held the knife over hi arm.
"No, "Sam said, "No don't."
"Sam?" Dam called trying to look behind himself, "Sammy?"
"Ahhh!" Sam cried out as the man sliced his arm.
"Leave him alone you son of a bitch!" Dean shouted angrily and Kate winced as she saw the blood drip down Sam's arm and into the bowl the man held under it.
"Here how they talk to us," The man shook his head, "To gods, listen here pal back in the day we were worshiped by millions."
"Times have changed!" Dean snapped.
"You're telling me." The guy snorted. "All the sudden this Jesus character is the hot new thing in town and our altars are being ripped down."
"Two millenium, we kept a low profile, we assimilated." She smiled, "Why we play bridge on Tuesday nights. We're just like everybody else."
"Well you're not blending in as well as you'd think lady." Dean snapped again. Kate almost had the stele out of her pocket and into her hand. The woman swooped in and sliced Dean's arm just as the man had done to Sam. "Urgh." He growled through his teeth, you bitch!"
"Oh my goodness me, someone owes a nickel to the swear jar!" She scolded in her annoying way and then looked over at Kate with a smile, "Your turn dear."
Kate struggled against her chains for a second before finding them tight as ever. She fixed the bitch with an evil glare and held her head up high, if they were going to cut her up and eat her, she atleast wanted to go with her dignity intact.
"You leave her alone you bitch!" Dean shouted at her.
"Hey!" Sam called angrily, "Get away!"
The female god lifted up the hem of Kate's shirt and sliced a line right below her belly button.
Kate clenched her teeth and hissed. She could feel the cut burning and felt the blood dripping down onto her jeans. The woman caught some of the drippage in the bowl with a delighted smile. "I swear I'm going to kill you, you evil bitch." Kate whispered.
"Such language! You know whenever I feel like cursing I say Fudge." The woman said as if she was scandalized, "Didn't your mother teacher you anything?"
The siblings were all instantly twice as furious as they had been the moment before. Kate spat in her face. The woman's smile slipped from her smug face and she backhanded kate across the face. Kate blinked her eyes against the sting and tears. She glared at the woman with teary eyes.
The man picked up a pair of pliers from the table and looked at them keenly, "You kids dont know how lucky you are. There was a time when kids came from miles around just to be sitting where you are."
"What are you doing with those?" Sam asked apprehensively.
"You fudging touch me again and I'll fudging kill you." Dean growled at the woman.
"Very good." She praised and then proceeded to slice open his other arm. Meanwhile Kate had just pulled the stele in her hand and was beginning to hold it against the chains in the hopes that it would burn through them.
The man then struggled with Sam to open his fist so he could rip out a fingernail.
Sam yelled in pain as the fingernail was slowly pulled off. "Oho! We've got a winner!"
"Merry Christmas guys." Dean said in a pained voice.
The man walked over to Dean and forcefully grabbed his chin, Dean struggled trying to throw his head back and forth. The man forced the pliers into his mouth and around a tooth. He was right about to rip it out when the doorbell rang. The gods glanced at each other and Dean's muffled voice came from behind the man's fingers, "Aren't you going to get that?" His eyes widened in emphasis. "You really should get that."
The gods sighed and ripped off their aprons. They walked out of the room and instantly there was a snap and a clatter as the chains around Kate broke. She freed her arms with a triumphant grin. She gave a little chuckle and shook off the chains as quietly as she could and used her seraph blade to slice right through the cords trying up her brothers. they all stood and crept out of the kitchen. They heard the gods shut the front door and their footsteps came back towards the kitchen. "Oh where were we?" They heard the woman's voice say. They slammed the doors to the kitchen shut. Kate traced a locking rune onto the wood and for good measure Sam pulled out a drawer. They ran around to the other side and helped Dean push a cabinet in front of the door. They went to the tree and tipped it onto its side. The boys each ripped off a limb and Kate drew out both her blades and called their names.
"Arghh!" The man came out of nowhere lunging at Dean with his arms outstretched. Sam went to help him and got pulled back by the woman, "You little thing," She said, "I really loved that tree."
"I got this Sam." Kate said and narrowed her eyes. He nodded before running over to Dean and ripping the man off of him.
Kate lashed out with her right hand ripping the woman's ugly christmas sweater. With her face set in a growl she launched herself at Kate and Kate stabbed her straight through the heart.
"Midge!" The man yelled distracted as he watched his female counterpart fall dead. Sam grabbed his makeshift stake and stabbed the man through the back right as Dean stabbed him through the front.
With a grunt Dean rolled to the side and Sam let the dead man fall. With both Gods dead the siblings looked at each other. Kate let the glow from her knives fade and looked at Dean who had his arms held away from his sides. "I'll go down and get our stuff." She offered and Sam stepped forward, "I'll go with you."
She nodded and Sam followed her into the kitchen and down the stairs into the cellar. Sam picked up the bag and Kate bent over with a wince to pick up some discarded stakes. Blood had soaked through her black shirt leaving a large area shining with fresh blood. She straightened and followed Sam's gaze to the bag hanging by a chain. They glanced at each other before walking forward. Sam lifted the bag, and the person inside immediately started to struggle. Kate unhooked it from the chain and she helped Sam lower it gently to the ground. Kate went for the drawstring and opened the bag. A flailing arm followed by a head of dark curly hair matted with blood popped out. The man's eyes were wide with alarm and terror he struggled to break free of the tangled bag and stumbling, pushed his way out of it. "Who are you!" he asked hunched over at the waist and his arms held out in front of him in a defensive stance.
"Mr. Walsh?" Sam asked calmly.
The man started and took a step back, "How do you know me?"
"We talked to your wife." Kate started, "We came to save you."
"Karen?" Mr. Walsh stepped towards them eagerly, "Is she okay? Are the kids alright?"
"Calm down." Sam soothed him, "They're fine, just worried about you."
"Come on." Kate said holding out her hand to him and nodded her head at the stairs, "Let's get you out of here."
He nodded and warily took the offered hand, he walked up the stairs after the youngest Winchester and Sam followed behind them.
Mr. Walsh almost fainted when he saw the bodies and it took some time to calm him down and assure him that they weren't murderers. They told him all about the evils in this world and told him that he was to tell the police that he had killed them in self defense. That he had escaped the prison of that basement and when they had come at him he had used limbs from the tree to kill them. With all the evidence of past murders in the basement and the bowls of Winchester blood in the kitchen the police would believe his story easily and he would be free to go home to his family.
Kate laughed at Sam as she stuck a crappy Santa hat on his entirely too large head. It fell off and she gave up, she walked over to her bags and pulled out two gifts wrapped in newspaper. She set them on top of the coffee table and under their tiny tree.
"When did you get those?" Sam asked with a guilty tone to his voice.
She shrugged, "When we were home for Thanksgiving."
He nodded and pulled three similar packages from his own bag and brought them over to the tree.
"When did you get those?" Kate mocked his question with a grin.
"Yours? Same time." He grinned, "Dean's a half hour ago."
She laughed, "How nice Sam, waiting until the last minute."
The door opened then and Dean walked in and smiled, "What's all this?"
"What do you think it is?" Sam waved his hand around the room, "It's Christmas."
"What made you guys change your minds?" Dean asked.
"Well..." Kate stepped towards him, "For me, I decided I wanted a real Winchester family Christmas for once."
Sam looked away and grabbed up a cup of eggnog from the table and handed it to Dean, "Here try the eggnog. Let me know if it needs some more kick."
Dean took a sip and made a face, "No, we're good." He glanced at Kate, "You want any?"
She looked at him like he was crazy, "you're kidding right? You don't like me drinking beer."
He shrugged, "It's one night, go for it."
Warily she picked up another cup and poured herself a glass, she didn't even blink at the taste. "Well, come on." She said setting down the glass. "She moved over to the tree and picked up the two presents she had just set down. She handed one to each of them. They didn't move and she waved her hands, "Well open them!"
Dean grinned and motioned for Sam to go first. Sam ripped off the paper and pulled out a brand new laptop. He stared at it shocked after a moment he looked up at Kate and shook his head, "You really shouldn't have spent so much money on me." His voice was disapproving but he couldn't hide the fact that he liked his gift.
"You want me to take it back?" She asked sarcastically, Sam clutched it to his chest and she laughed. "Besides I earned the money scamming drunks playing pool. I broke your last one and I wanted to get you something nice. You like?"
He set it down and stood up to hug her, "I love. Thank you."
She patted his shoulder and said nothing when he sat back down she looked at Dean, "Sorry, I couldn't think of anything to get you."
He gave her a smile and opened his, "Inside was a thick black canvas jacket with a sheepskin lining. He lifted it up and a note fell out and onto the floor. He reached down and picked it up.
"Now this is the part I think you'll like." She said almost nervously.
He opened up the folded piece of paper and looked at it. It read,
Dean~
I know you've been complaining about the Impala's engine for the past year
and I figured I'd do something about it. You've got a brand new engine waiting for you at Bobby's garage,
Hope you like.
~Love Katie Bean.
The paper fell from his hand and he looked up at her, "You didn't."
She nodded, "I did."
He jumped up laughing and grabbed her around the middle. He bounced on his feet a couple of times. "No way!"
He put her down and she laughed at the shocked and ecstatic expression on his face, "You can't tell me you hustled pool for that."
She shook her head, "No, it came from working back when I was stilling living in the house." She shrugged, "You deserve it."
He looked at her in awe, "I can't believe you did all this. Thank you kid, really."
"Holy shit!" Sam said as he looked up from reading the note. "You just put all our gifts to shame."
She laughed again, "That's the point college boy, go big or go home."
Sam laughed and grabbed her in a headlock, "You little brat."
"All right, all right." dean said, "My turn."
He handed Sam and Kate each a bag. Sam opened his and inside was a can of shaving cream and two skin mags. He laughed and Dean asked, "You like?"
He nodded, "Yeah, I like."
"Good." Dean said and nodded at Kate to open hers. Inside was a giant bag of warheads, her favorite, and a car magazine. She smiled, "Thanks Dean, these are great." She held up the candy, "You know me well." She ripped open the package and took out two individually wrapped candies. and popped them in her mouth.
Sam placed two gift on Dean lap and one on his little sister's. Dean opened his first finding a candy bar and oil for his car. "Ah, fuel for me and fuel for my baby. These are awesome, thanks."
Sam nodded and looked at Kate. She opened her curiously and found a leather bound book with no visible title. She glanced at Sam confused.
"It's a book with everything the human race has been able to find on Shadowhunters and their history. Believe it or not but you're angelic name is even in there, said you came to earth during WWII and helped the Americans at Pearl Harbor by stopping a battleship from getting hit." Sam explained.
Kate looked at him in surprise, "Wow Sam. Thank you."
He nodded a little embarrassed. Dean raised his glass, "Merry Christmas guys." They all touched glasses and downed what was left of the eggnog.
"Hey Dean," Sam started and stopped. He looked around and his smile fell he took a deep breath and shook his head, "Do you feel like watching the game?" He asked and Kate felt certain that hadn't been what he was going to say.
"Absolutely." Dean said back and Sam turned it on. They pushed all their gifts to the side and Kate sat down and curled into Dean's side. They watched all the way to halftime and Kate was falling asleep with her head in Dean's lap and his hand on her hair when her phone rang. She sighed and sat up, she flipped it open but waited until she was outside before she said anything.
"Hey Sebastian." She said in a tired but pleased voice.
"Merry Christmas, babe." He replied lightly and she smiled.
"Merry Christmas."
"How are you doing?" He asked slightly concerned.
"I've been better considering, but we had a little Christmas thing and I think it made us all feel a little bit better." She told him honestly, "Oh, and we almost got killed by Pagan gods that thought it would be a real treat to eat a little slice of Heaven."
Sebastian tried and failed to hold in a laugh, "You're okay then?"
She smiled, "Yeah, we're fine."
"I've got a name for you." He said suddenly serious.
She stiffened, "What kind of name?"
"The contract holding kind." He replied.
SHe let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding, "What is it?"
"Lilith."