A/N: Sorry guys, but these are going to be posted later in the day as I have work until the 21st. They will be posted on the proper days, but for some of you, you might get them the day after due to time differences. I will be posting them as early as possible, but I am apologizing in advance. Anyway, the show must go on!

Even the two slices of apple pie that Dean ate couldn't get rid of the bad taste that was lingering in his mouth. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something that put him on edge about this place.

The feeling followed him for the rest of the night, trailing him as he changed out of his clothes. Shadowed him as he brushed his teeth and washed his face. Tickling his spine as he crawled under the sheets and turned off the lamp on the side table. Watched with glowing white eyes as he slept from the corner of his room, never blinking, never missing a second.

The next morning Dean was awoken by the morning sun reflecting off the newly laid snow, shining like beacon into his room. Grumbling Dean rolled out of bed and shuffled to the window, throwing the curtains closed before flopping back into his warm bed. The curtains cut out all the light entering Dean's room, throwing him back into a comfortable darkness.

The next time Dean woke up was because of a consistent and obnoxious pounding on his door, followed by the last voice he wanted to hear that morning, "Come on Dean! It's ten o'clock! We've got to go or else we'll miss it!"

Dean rolled over, groaning as he hid his face in the pillow, wishing that it was just a bad dream. Unfortunately wishes don't come true as Sam's voice rang out again, "Dean if you don't get your ass out here I'm coming in there."

Dean's head snapped up and he yelled back, "Piss of Sam! I'll be down in five!" He threw his pillow at the door just to make an extra point.

Dean could hear Sam walking down the hallway and down the stairs, his voice calling out one last time, "Good morning sunshine!"

Dean flopped back down on the bed, muttering a faint 'fuck you'. This day was just turning out perfectly.

True to his word Dean was back downstairs dressed and clean five minutes later, running one hand through his damp hair as he walked into the dinning room. There were still left over pastries from breakfast and Dean helped himself to a scone drizzled in icing. Taking a bite Dean nearly groaned, the flavors dancing across his tongue. There was a mug of hot chocolate sitting on the table, steam rising from the top. Taking a sip Dean knew that he had never tasted anything that good before and that he never would again. He was in a moment of pure bliss, a small silver lining to an other wise drab day.

His moment was shattered though when Sam poked his head into the doorway and said, "Well you ready to go Sleeping Beauty? Or do you want to wait another hundred years?"

Placing the empty mug down, running the back of hand across his mouth to wipe off the remains to his breakfast Dean replied, "As long as you're not the prince I'm good."

Sam rolled his eyes and ducked back out of the door, heading down the hallway to the front entrance. Dean followed him, grabbing his coat from the set of hooks beside the door and sliding his feet into his boots, lacing them up good and tight so the snow wouldn't be able to crawl its way inside.

When Dean opened the door and stepped outside he felt like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz first stepping into Munchkin Land. There was a whole 'nother world out there, something that many people would call a 'winter wonderland'. The houses were covered with a perfect layer of snow, the edges slightly curled around the roofs. There were children playing in the front yards throwing snowballs and making snowmen. There were couples walking hand in hand, staying close together not only for warmth but also for comfort. Parents stood in doorways and watched as their children covered themselves in snow. Shops were open, wreaths were hanging on doors, mistletoe placed strategically on walkways, many a person altering their routes to avoid or intentionally walk under. All the colors were vibrant and warm, candlelight seemingly everywhere. This was Christmas.

Sam pushed past Dean, smiling as he said, "Come on, and let's see the town."

Dean followed his brother, walking in his footsteps to avoid the possibility of getting snow in his shoes. Sam's footsteps were the perfect size for Dean to walk in, his feet fitting exactly in the massive tracks his brother left behind. They walked around the town, occasionally dropping into stores just to see what was in them. They was a chocolate store that Sam was particularly fond of, buying a couple small truffles to eat as they walked around. Dean stopped at a bakery, the miniature pies in the window calling his name.

Eventually the boys were worn out, a bit of chocolate on the corner of Sam's mouth, a crumb or two on Dean's lip. They were both worn out, so much that Dean didn't find himself caring that Sam was taking his ear off. He ignored him mostly, letting his mind wander as they walked back to the bed and breakfast.

"Dean?" It was the tone of Sam's voice that made him stop, turning back to see that his younger brother had stopped and was looking around the neighbor hood.

"What Sam?" Dean put his hands in his pockets, the cold reaching through the wool of his gloves to his fingertips.

"Does anything seem, weird to you?" Sam was still looking around the town, his face confused.

Dean followed his brother's gaze, taking a good look at the surrounding area. At first glance everything seemed normal, just a small town that loved the Christmas season. Then it hit him, everything was just too perfect. The children were still outside; hours after Dean and Sam had first seen them playing and none of them seemed to be really having any fun. They were repeating the same motions, almost as if they were on a loop. Dean himself was freezing cold and he had been inside on and off during the day, he couldn't imagine what the kids were feeling.

He walked up to one of the girls who was currently throwing a snow ball at whom he assumed was her brother, her arm cocked back, ready to throw. She lowered it when Dean came over though, letting the ball drop to the ground where it broke apart into three distinct pieces.

Dean smiled at the girl, trying not to come off as the creepy stranger, "Hi there. What's your name?"

The little girl looked up at him, panic in her eyes. She quickly looked down at her feet though, avoiding eye contact, "Martha."

"Well hello Martha, my name's Dean. I was just wondering Martha, why don't you go inside? You must be freezing cold from playing outside all day?" Dean was shivering, his body almost quaking from the bitter chill.

Martha's head snapped up, her eyes wide, "No! I can't go inside. Mama told me to go play outside, so I am. I can't disobey her. Not again."

The front door of the house opened and a woman came out, Dean assumed that it was Martha's mother. Seeing Dean there she called out for her children, as any mother would do if a strange man was talking to them, "Martha, Lazarus! Come inside please!"

The girl looked at Dean one more time and said, "Goodbye Dean," before she ran into the house with her brother at her side.

Dean went back to the sidewalk, stomping the excess snow from his boots, "Okay, now that was weird."

Sam just looked at the house muttering a faint 'yeah'. Dean followed his gaze, looking at the front steps of the house. There on the first one was a small bag of what looked like ginger cookies. Dean shrugged it off, not seeing it as anything important.

"Come on Sam, let's go. I'm freezing my ass off standing out here." Dean rushed to the bed and breakfast, not really caring if his brother was following him or not. He just wanted to get the feeling back to his legs.

Neither Sam not Dean noticed that every house had that small bag of cookies sitting on their front steps, not a single person in town willing to touch them.