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ALSO, please listen to RIVER by ANGUS STONE to set the mood for this chapter.

Cole gently shut the front door behind him, making sure to lock it as he tiptoed back up the steps to his room. Once he reached the fourth step, he heard a squeak, closing his eyes and swearing under his breath. Damn it. Forgot that those one always squeaked. He shook his head before continuing to walk up the steps, creeping back into his room. He glanced at the clock. He knew his family wouldn't be up for another hour and figured that he'd try and get some sleep.

So this is what John feels like?Cole thought to himself. He smiled to himself, replaying the events of last night as he got into bed. He closed his eyes, drifting off into a light sleep.

"Cole, wake up! Hurry up. It's Christmas morning!" Cole heard someone call. He opened his eyes to see his younger brother Jackson standing in the doorway to his bedroom.

"What time is it?" Cole grumbled.

"It's 9:30 and everyone's up already except for you," Jackson said.

"Apparently not anymore," Cole groaned. He saw the eager look on his brother's face and sighed. "Sorry about that, man. Shouldn't have said that. It's Christmas. I'm-, I'm up. Come on. Let's go." Cole began to get out of bed, stretching.

"You gonna take all day?" Jackson teased.

"Ooh. Sassy this morning, are we?" Cole asked back, jokingly.

"Impatient," Jackson answered.

Cole chuckled, "I'm coming, dude." Jackson grinned up at his big brother as the two of them went downstairs to the living room where the Christmas tree was. His mother and Haley were waiting in the living room already. His mother had a mug filled with coffee and breakfast on a plate. Haley had breakfast next to her mom on the couch.

"Oh, look who's finally graced us with his presence," Sam announced, seeing his son.

"Sorry about that…" Cole trailed off, hoping his dad wouldn't say anything. By the look on his face, he could tell his dad knew he hadn't come home last night. "Better late than never, right?"

"Okay, open mine, first," Jackson said eagerly, practically thrusting a wrapped present into his older brother's hand. And so the gift giving began.

"Alright, Victoria. That one's from me and Anna," Jude started, as Victoria held up another wrapped box. She had to stop herself from gushing as Jude said 'me and Anna'. After hearing their whole story, she thought they were adorable. Victoria unwrapped the box, before pulling the lid off, and gasping as soon as she saw what was in the box.

"Oh my God, it's beautiful," Victoria said, holding up the necklace. "And this scarf too. Wow."

"I was doing my Christmas shopping in Peru this summer and Anna came with me to give me some advice," Jude said.

"The scarf was hand knitted from baby alpaca wool. Don't worry. No apalcas were hurt in the making," Anna said.

Victoria laughed, "Oh, they're both great. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome," Jude and Anna both replied in turn.

"Alright, this one is for you," Jude said, handing a long tube with a bow on top of it. She shot him a funny look, giggling a little before taking it.

"Thank you," she said. She took the cap off of the tube and pulled out the poster.

"I know how much you love The 400 Blows," Jude started as Anna examined the poster, eyes wide with a smile on her face. John snickered at the name of the film and Jude just glared at him. "Not like that." Victoria hit John playfully on the arm while Jude just continued. "I was… browsing the internet and happened to find an original French poster."

"Oh my God, Jude!" she exclaimed.

"Well, you keep talking about how you don't know what to decorate your apartment with and how it's always so bare all the time," Jude said.

"I love it. It's perfect. It's going right up on the wall above the couch when we get back to Pennsylvania," Anna said, chewing on her bottom lip and glancing over the poster.

"I'm glad you like it," Jude said.

"Thank you, baby," she said back, kissing him once.

"Glad you got it right this time," Flynn teased.

"Flynn!" Jude exclaimed, his eyes widening, as the whole family erupted in laughter.

"What?" Anna asked.

"The last time Jude brought home a girl from Christmas, gifts ended up going a little… well, awkward later on," Victoria replied.

"Do tell," Anna replied, amused.

"Oh, no. It's not really that great of a story," Jude said.

"No, this is a great story. You definitely want to hear this," John chimed in.

"Oh God," Jude groaned.

"Oh not this story," Meredith chuckled.

"This story," Dean laughed.

"Freshmen year, Jude brought home his girlfriend for the holidays," Flynn started.

"And he and Dad both happened to be getting their significant others lingerie from Victoria's Secret," Victoria continued.

"Yeah, yeah, alright. I'll take it from here," Jude sighed. "Well, what happened was that Dad and I got our gifts mixed up and…"

~Flashback~

Meredith and Dean

"Merry Christmas," Dean said, bringing Meredith that all too familiar pink Victoria's Secret bag. "It's too bad you're already dressed. I was hoping you'd wear this before we headed over to Sam and Sawyer's for Christmas."

"I'm glad you waited to do this so I didn't open sexy underwear in front of the kids," Meredith giggled. She and Dean sat down on their bed as she began to open it. Meredith paused, looking up at Dean. "Ooh, did you get the white one with the black lace or the beige with the black lace?"

"Open it up and see," Dean smirked, eagerly waiting for his wife to open up the gift. Meredith gently tore through the tissue paper, raising an eyebrow as she pulled the bra and panty set out of the bag.

"Now, this was a fantasy I was not aware of," Meredith said, holding up the PINK panty set. The bra was a light girlish pink with the logo PINK printed all over it, with a matching bikini cut panty.

"Wh-, but- but that's not mine!" Dean protested.

Jude and Kelsey

"I hope it's not too much," Jude said, nervously waiting for his girlfriend to open up the gift. He had never given a girl lingerie before but they were in college so why not? Kelsey opened the bag and, her eyes widening.

"Jude.. uh… I don't know how experience you are but this…?" she asked, holding it up. Jude's eyes widened, backing away a little.

"That is not mine!" he protested.

"What do you mean?" Kelsey asked, confused.

"I mean-, oh damn it! My dad and I's bags got switched. Damn it, damn it, damn it," he swore.

Kelsey giggled, "It's okay, Jude. For the record, it is kind of sexy."

Jude just looked at her, "Ew."

"What? You wouldn't want to see me in this?" she cooed, playfully.

He smirked at the thought, "Yes, but the fact that my dad bought that for my mom… well more like him- ew. Ew, ew ,ew."

She laughed, "My parents are the same way. Trust me. I know the feeling."

~End Flashback~

By the end of Jude's story, Anna was laughing, "Aw, that's… really embarrassing."

"Yeah, it was really awkward and I haven't brought home a girl since. It's probably a good thing I didn't buy you lingerie and if I ever do, it will be far, far away from my parents," Jude said.

"Oh come on, we're not that bad!" Meredith protested.

"Okay, but to avoid any further mix ups," Jude started.

"Yeah, okay," Meredith chuckled.

Once the Winchesters were done with opening gifts, they just spent time in the living room together. Meredith had gotten up to get a glass of water when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She smiled, before turning around to see her handsome as ever husband standing behind her.

"I don't know what it is, but it just feels like this Christmas is going to be one to remember," Meredith sighed happily.

"Well, Christmas has kind of always been special to us," Dean said.

"Yeah, you're right," Meredith agreed.

"Like our first time back in '95," Dean smirked.

"And that time back in '92 when you tried to kiss me," Meredith challenged.

"You knew?" Dean exclaimed, surprised.

Meredith nodded, "Oh, I knew, Dean. You weren't exactly subtle, Dean." She paused to laugh, thinking about the memory. "Then Bobby burst in on us, of course."

~Flashback~

"Sammy, you got a breath mint?" Dean asked, nudging his brother.

"Um, yeah. But the box of altoids was one of my Christmas gift, Dean!" Sam protested.

"I just want one. Please? Come on, dude. I'm about to… never mind, you wouldn't get it," Dean said, shaking his head.

"I'll give you one if you tell me," Sam bargained.

Dean just stared at his little brother once before sighing, "Fine."

"Here," Sam said, opening up the box of Altoids and giving Dean one. "Okay, spill."

"I'm-, I'm going to talk to Meredith," Dean said.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "You've been talking to Meredith all week and you've never once asked for a breath mint."

"Yeah, well maybe I already had some. Just ran out," Dean challenged.

Sam scowled, crossing his arms over his chest, "I think you're going to do more than talk."

"If she lets me," Dean mumbled to himself. "Bye, Sammy. Thanks for the mint." He left the room before Sam could even say anything else. He looked around the house in search for Meredith, and finally found her curled up on the window seat in Bobby's study with a new book she had gotten for Christmas.

"Hey," Dean said, approaching her, and putting on his extra cool guy front.

"Hey," Meredith said, looking up at Dean once, before returning her eyes back to her book. Dean froze. Why wasn't she reacting any more than that?

"Mind if I sit?" Dean asked.

"Nope," Meredith replied, simply, still reading her book. Dean sat down, looking around. He watched as Meredith continued to read.

"Must be some book," Dean said, awkwardly.

"It's really good," Meredith replied, her eyes lighting up.

"What is it?" Dean asked. He hoped he wasn't bothering her. She put the book down, showing him the cover. "It's a collection of Edgar Allan Poe poems. Here, listen to this." Meredith scooted towards him, beginning to read from one of the poems. "I It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea,/That a maiden there lived whom you may know/By the name of ANNABEL LEE;/And this maiden she lived with no other thought/Than to love and be loved by me./I was a child and she was a child,/In this kingdom by the sea;/But we loved with a love that was more than love-/I and my Annabel Lee;/With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven/Coveted her and me."

"Isn't that beautiful, Dean?" she asked, looking up at him with soft eyes.

He nodded, unsure of what to say, "Uh huh. Yeah." He wasn't really listening. He just stared at her lips the whole time. Since when did his friend get so hot?

Those perfect lips of hers curved into a smile, "I love it. It makes me cry every time. That's why we should not read the whole thing… and I should probably stop talking about it because I sound like a-."

"No, you love it. I get it," Dean said.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Yeah," Dean replied. There was a silence and Dean took advantage of it. He began to lean it towards Meredith, hesitating to make sure she was okay with it. And she seemed more than okay with it. In fact, he began to inch a little closer to him too.

"Merry Christmas, Dean," she whispered.

"Yeah, you too," he said back.

"Meredith, I'm starting on some cookies now. You gonna help me or are you just gonna sit there with that idgit?" Bobby asked, bursting into the room.

"Oh, yeah, of course, Bobby," Meredith said, blushing. Meredith got up, leaving her book and walked towards Bobby, hoping he hadn't seen what was going on. But from the looks of it, Bobby had seen it all. Bobby was giving Dean the evil eye as she walked out of the room.

~End Flashback~

Dean laughed, "I was that close too!"

"Hey, what about that one time back in uh… I think it was '91 when you and Sam were holed up in a motel room and I called you after a couple of years without contact. Sam called me to ask if I'd call you when you got back from your errand," Meredith brought up.

"Wait, Sam did that?" Dean asked.

"Uh huh," Meredith replied.

"I always thought you were just calling because you liked me," Dean chuckled.

"Nope. It was all Sam," Meredith answered.

~Flashback~

"Hello?" Dean asked, as he took the phone from Sam.

"Hey, Dean. It's me," the voice said on the other line.

"Meredith?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Listen, I just wanted to call and wish you a merry Christmas. See what you were up to…." Meredith trailed off.

"Well, thanks. How-, how've you been?" Dean asked, sitting up straight, a broad smile across his face. Sam glanced over at his brother, a satisfied smile on his face. This was his Christmas present to Dean.

"I've been good. How about you? How's the great adventure out on the road?" Meredith asked back with a small giggle.

"It's been pretty cool…" Dean began.

~End Flashback~

"We talked on the phone for an hour that day," Dean smiled.

"Yeah, we did. I always thought about calling you, but I never knew where to reach you. I know I could've always asked Bobby but I was too scared to. I had a big crush on you," Meredith giggled.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I had a big crush on you back then too," Dean replied.

"It helps a little," Meredith answered.

That evening, the whole Winchester/Walsh clan convened at Sawyer and Sam's house for Christmas dinner. Dinner was almost ready, but everyone was still arriving at the house and saying hello to everyone else.

"Hey, your mom says everything's almost ready," Greer said, coming up behind Cole and kissing him on the cheek once. The pair hadn't been able to keep their hands off of each other ever since the previous night. They were sneaking small kisses when no one was looking, their hands were touching, his hand on her knee, their knees touching… the list could go on and on.

"Look at you, all buddy-buddy with my mom," Cole smiled, placing his hand on the small of her back as he gave her a tight squeeze, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Well, your family is important to you. And besides, I like your mom," Greer answered.

He smiled, "I like the sound of that." Just then, the doorbell rang. "Come with me?" Greer nodded in agreement and the two went to the front door to open it.

"Sorry, we're late," John said, as Cole opened the door, and he and Renee stepped through.

"John was late picking me up and we got held up at that light on Blount," Renee excused. She looked to John to confirmation but realized he wasn't even listening. John, on the other hand, looked from Cole to Greer, and then from Greer back to Cole.

"Oh my God, you guys totally did it!" he accused.

Immediately, Greer began to blush and Cole opened his mouth to say something, a blush running across his cheeks as well.

"Shhh," Cole shushed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. It's written all over you two's faces. Just saying," John said. "Nice, buddy." He patted Cole on the back a couple of times as he and Cole went into the dining room where they'd be eating, Greer and Renee following close behind.

"Okay blink once if it was good and blink twice if it was really good," Renee whispered to Greer. Greer made sure to check that Cole wasn't looking before she blinked once, and then several times afterwards. "That good, huh?"

"Uh huh," Greer replied, as the two girls giggled.

"Oh good. Everyone's finally here. Come on, kids. Let's eat," Sawyer said, attempting to usher in John, Renee, Cole, and Greer into the dining room.

The night went on and consisted of talking and laughing; just spending time with each other. If one thought that breakfast with Mer and Dean's family was loud enough, this was all of the Winchester/Walshes all together.

The night began to wind down and Sam and Cole were in the kitchen doing dishes. They were finishing up dishes and Sam stopped, coughing once.

"Cole, uh, can I talk to you about something?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Cole replied.

"Well, son… I uh, I think that it's time that you and I have… the talk," Sam started.

"What?" Cole asked innocently.

"I think you forget that I'm a light sleeper. I knew you came into the house early this morning," Sam replied.

Cole chewed on his lip, uncomfortable with this situation. He just wanted to get this over with, "Okay… talk away."

"Okay," Sam said, taking a deep breath in. This was as awkward for him as it was for Cole. Of course he didn't want to have to give his son the talk. He wouldn't even think about having to give his daughter the talk one day. "Were you… Did you uh… wear a… protection?"

"Oh God," Cole groaned, covering his ears. "Oh my God, yes. Oh my God, I can't believe you just asked me that.

"Well, it's- it's a valid question. If-if you're going to be having sex, you have to be responsible," Sam said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know that. We… we were safe, Dad," Cole said, attempting to avoid eye contact.

"Good…. Good…" Sam trailed off.

"What? Are you going to tell me that I'm too young or something?" Cole asked, defensively.

"Nope. No, if I told you that I'd be a hypocrite. No," Sam answered, uncomfortably.

"Oh," Cole replied, shifting equally uncomfortably.

"I just want to make sure you were… considerate of her wishes. You know, not rushing into-," Sam started.

"What? No, gross, Dad! Can we, can we not talk about this right now?" Cole asked.

"What? It's a… part of life. Listen, we Winchesters are very sexual beings," Sam began.

"Oh, that's- that's disgusting, Dad," Cole groaned.

Sam chuckled, nervously, "Alright, I'm uh, glad we had this talk. I'll let you go and you just… remember it's a responsibility if you're going to be-."

"Yeah, I know, it's a responsibility that I have to take on to be safe. Yeah, I get it," Cole interrupted.

"Okay," Sam said. His point was made. There was no use in torturing him any longer, right?"

"Okay," Cole said back, before practically bolting from the kitchen.

"Alright, we said we'd do it here and I don't think I can wait any longer for you to see what I got you," Renee said.

John chuckled, "Alright, alright. Here, open mine first."

"Okay," Renee said, sitting down on the couch. Renee and John had found a small, quiet place in the den to exchange gifts. Everyone else was in the living room, talking and playing Pictionary while John and Renee snuck off to be by themselves.

Renee unwrapped the little box that and removed the lid, gasping when she saw the beautiful, silver, heart shaped locket, "Oh John, this is incredible. I can't take this."

"You can," John replied.

"But-," Renee started.

"No, but's. I didn't take extra shifts at the garage for nothing, okay?" John replied.

A wide grin spread across her face as she leaned in to kiss him once, "Thank you, John. This is incredible."

"You're welcome. Oh, and there's one more thing," he said, handing her another wrapped package. She gave him a questioning look before opening it again. There were a couple of mixed CDs in it. "I figured since you made me a mixed CD, I'd make you a couple too."

"Songs to make you think about me. How… modest," Renee joked.

He smirked, "Hey, I've got to keep me on your mind somehow."

She giggled, rolling her eyes playfully, "They're great. I can't wait to listen to them in my car."

"Okay, now what'd you get me?" John asked, playfully.

She laughed, "Okay, here it is. By the way, great minds think alike because we have some similar things." She handed him a larger, but still thin, box.

"Aw, you got me a heart shaped locket too?" John asked, jokingly.

"Not quite," Renee replied. He tore through the wrapping paper, opening the lid, and shooting her a puzzled look as soon as he saw his gift. In the box, laid his maroon and grey striped sweater. It was one of his favorite sweaters that she had borrowed and hadn't given back yet.

"Aw, you're returning my sweater to me?" John asked.

She giggled, "Look in the left sleeve, silly."

John reached his hand up the left sleeve only to find he didn't have to look far. He turned the sleeve partially inside out to see the little, gold heart pendant sewn into the sleeve, "Renee… what is this?"

"Remember when I was little and my mom and dad got me that Tiffany heart necklace?" Renee asked.

"Yeah, you never took that thing off. That was, until the first grade, after Christmas day, when you lost it," John replied.

Renee nodded, "Yeah, I lied to you about that. I never lost it. That Christmas, I realized I wanted to give it to you someday so I stopped wearing it and put away until the day that I would give it to you. I wasn't going to tell you that then so I lied to you about it."

John was speechless. He honestly didn't know what to say until he realized he knew just the right words.

"I love you." he blurted out.

"What?" Renee asked, caught off guard, her eyes widening as she heard those three words.

"I-, oh my God, that just came out of my mouth…" John trailed off, covering his mouth. He shook his head, removing his hand. "No, you know what? I love you."

"John, I-," Renee started.

"No, it's okay if you're not ready to say it yet," John started.

She shook her head, "I love you too. And I'm not just saying that because you said it. I… wouldn't, literally, have you wearing my heart on your sleeve if I didn't." She gestured towards the sweater.

"Oh, so that's what that means!" John exclaimed, causing Renee to giggle.

"Yep. That's why I sewed the heart onto your sweater sleeve," Renee replied.

"So… does this make us an officially cheesy couple?" John asked.

Renee snorted with laughed, "I think it does. And you know what? I don't think I really care right now."

"Me either. Merry Christmas, baby," John smiled.

"Merry Christmas," Renee answered.

Author's Note: Okay, so I know the last scene was kind of mushy, but I've actually been trying to incorporate that with John to differentiate him so he's not exactly like Dean. I think John's a little more in touch with his feelings than Dean was, and is willing to have a couple of chick flick moments (more than Dean was willing to have at that age). That's why John just confesses his feelings in the chapter "Terrified". Hope Christmas part 2 was good.