Author's Note: Merry Christmas Eve! I hope you're doing well! Today, I'm going to (finally) get caught up on this story. So, two chapters today (maybe three if I feel up to it) and at least one tomorrow! Also, REQUESTS ARE CLOSED. Thank you to everyone who submitted! I really look forward to working with all your wonderful prompts! And to those of you who didn't submit but wanted to, I might do something like this again soon so keep your eyes peeled. Today's first prompt comes from spnesmivida, who asked for, "In an attempt to have a normal Christmas, Sam and Dean go searching for a real tree to cut down. Something happens, Sam can be hurt or sick, either way. Do whatever you want with it." Thank you so much for this! Set in season two. Please enjoy!

"You're kidding."

"No, Sam, I'm serious." Dean told him, a comfortable smirk on his lips.

"Why can't we just—?"

"What?" His older brother interjected. "Get a crappy excuse of a tree again like we do all the time?" Sam rolled his eyes and lowered himself down to Bobby's kitchen table. It was almost Christmas and per Bobby's request, they had arrived to celebrate the holiday with pretty much the only family they had left. John had died two months ago and while the duo still felt his loss, the pain had died down. It was good they were at Bobby's though. They wouldn't have to face their first Christmas without their dad alone. "C'mon, Sammy, it'll be fun."

Sam just sighed.

Turns out, Dean had really thought this through.

The two boys drove for about a half hour until Dean finally pulled over by the beginning of a forest. Trees covered in snow greeted them and Sam couldn't believe that they were actually doing this. Never—not even at Stanford—had he had a "normal" tree. Their trees were usually more like the one on the Charlie Brown Christmas special and while Sam had never minded those trees, some part of him had still longed for that perfect Christmas he always saw on TV.

"Well?" Dean prodded, smiling at his little brother's happy expression.

"Let's go get a tree!" Sam told him excitedly as the two plunged deeper into the forest.

It took them all of 15 minutes before Sam finally stopped and pointed to a tree.

"That one?" Dean questioned, axe in hand.

"That one." Sam confirmed and his older brother nodded. It was a perfect tree in all aspects. It was tall, but not too tall and all the branches were sturdy enough to hold snow. It was impressive and secretly, Dean was thrilled to actually give Sam what he had wanted for so many years. John Winchester had never been into Christmas—it had always fallen to Dean to take care of the holiday. To the best of his ability, he had tried to make Christmas as magical as he could for Sam and he hoped he had succeeded. "Come on, Dean!"

Judging by his brother's impatient expression, he had done just that.

"Excuse me," The voice startled them and Dean lowered the axe to see a young woman standing before them. She was bundled in a white, puffy snow jacket with a pink scarf around her neck. Her designer jeans were tucked into snow boots. The golden ringlets of her hair cascaded down until they kissed her shoulders. Emerald eyes sparkling, her pink lips curled upward in a smile. "You weren't planning on cutting down one of my trees, were you?" Her expression was innocent, yet her tone was dripping with venom and Dean was startled for a few seconds. She didn't look like she could cause any damage, but it wouldn't have been the first time he would've fooled. Sam glanced warily at him before taking a step towards the woman.

"I'm sorry," He apologized, utilizing his puppy dog eyes. "We didn't know this forest belonged to anyone."

"Well, it does." She spat. "You humans, it's not enough that you've doomed this planet. Now you must come and take everything from us." She began to walk over to them and Dean dropped the axe, pulling out his gun while Sam did the same. The woman's eyes widened in shock before amusement filled them and she smirked.

"What are you?" Sam questioned.

"So, hunters," She murmured. "Why must you always venture into my forest? Was it not enough that you killed the rest of us?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean growled, not liking the way she was eyeing Sam as if he were an easy target.

"You know not what I am?" She waved her hand and a blinding light filled the forest, causing both boys to shield their eyes. When the light died down, the woman stood there once, yet she was garbed in a mossy green dress. Flowers adorned her hair and as she stepped onto the snow with her bare feet, grass sprung up from beneath her.

"Nymph." Sam murmured and the woman grinned.

"You are certainly smart, are you not?" She crossed the distance to Sam who stepped back and continued to point his gun at her. Her eyes filled with sadness and she grimaced. "What? You'll kill me too for simply protecting my woods?"

"If that's what we have to do." Sam replied evenly.

"You hunters are all the same," She spat bitterly. "Kill those who are different and never think about the consequences. That's why you killed the rest of my sisters!" The ground was trembling beneath them now and Dean shot Sam a wary look. They had to get her to calm down or get the hell out of here. "Fine! You want the tree? Take it!"

The last thing Dean remembered before he blacked out was Sam calling out his name.

When he came to, Dean's head was pounding. Groaning, he pushed himself off the snow bank and absently touched his forehead. There was a bloody gash from something hitting his head, but after a quick once over, Dean was relieved to find that was he was only slightly battered and not broken. Looking around, he was relieved to see that pissed of nymph was gone, leaving behind their perfect Christmas tree in her wave.

The perfect tree that Sam was now underneath.

"Sammy!" Forgetting his earlier pain, Dean rushed to his brother's side. The tree was lying directly on his chest and Dean prayed that he hadn't been out too long. "Sam? Hey, Sammy?" He placed two fingers on the pulse point and waited. "Thank God." It was faint, but it was still there. "Let me get you out of there, okay?" Sam made no sign that he heard his older brother, which unnerved Dean even more. Silent was always a bad thing. Being silent meant you were hurt or dead. Even when he slept, Sam was never silent.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He spun around and there the wood nymph was, an easy smile on her lips. "Wouldn't want anymore accidents, would you?"

"Let him go."

"No." She retorted. "I have watched for years as my sisters were slaughtered simply for protecting this forest. I will not let their deaths be in vain."

"So, you'll kill my brother? How is that fair?" She faltered a bit, but finally answered.

"You're hunters."

"So what?" Dean scoffed.

"You're responsible for killing them." She growled.

"Listen, I'm sorry that you lost all your sisters—"

"You're sorry?" She echoed, eyes rolling. "Please! We both know that you could not care less—!"

"But I'm not going to stand here and watch my brother die," Dean hissed, voice deadly. "So stand back and let me do this or I'll be the one to send you to your sisters."

"And if I kill you first?" It was a loaded question, but Dean didn't hesitate with his answer.

"Then, at least I tried to save him." He turned back towards the tree and grabbed from the top, trying to shift it. It barely budged. Sam was running out of time and what was he doing—

"Release him." A soft voice commanded and Dean watched with wide eyes as the tree floated upwards before landing on the other side of Sam. His eyes darted over to the nymph. "I have misjudged."

Then, she was gone.

"Sammy? Hey, Sam, you want to open those eyes for me?" Sam's eyes opened and lazily looked up at him. Dean beamed. "Hey there. How do you feel? Can you breathe?"

"Yeah," Sam mumbled, though he winced as he pulled in a breath. "What happened?"

"Angry nymph," Dean replied and then gently helped his brother sit up. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Let's get the hell out of here."

Sam just nodded.

"What happened to the tree?" Bobby questioned when he returned later for dinner.

"It's a long a story." Sam replied, rubbing his chest as if he could still feel the tree on top of him.

"We, um, had a bit of a run in with a wood nymph." Dean explained sheepishly.

"A nymph?" Bobby echoed before sighing. "I can't leave you two idjits alone, can I?"

"Nope!" The two brothers said in unison.

Bobby just smirked.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed! Other chapter or chapters will be up later tonight!