Chapter Thirteen – A very Supernatural Christmas

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"Fine." Sam said and got out of the car, while Emma got out too and Dean was waiting in the car. "To get this clear, you look around really good, okay? I don't want this to take longer than it should only cause you are not doing your job correctly."

"Of course." Sam was more than unhappy that Dean let Emma took his part, but he got good arguments. And sooner or later he would end up with her anyway. Sam shook his head. No, not end up. He was just angry at her, no reason to become mean and unfair. Emma did a good job most of the time. While he talked to the wife, Emma went inside the house, looking for any supernatural evidence. She couldn't fully concentrate, but she tried, she really did. But her thoughts wandered off to Sam every so often, wishing that he would forgive her. Emma went to the chimney, looking straight at a tooth, picked it up with a tissue and went outside.

"Thank you that I could have a look at your house." Emma said.

"I hope you can find my husband soon." The woman had tears in her eyes.

"We'll do our best." Sam promised and they left. "So?" He asked after some steps, not turning to Emma.

"Nothing really but a tooth." Emma handed it to him. "It was close to the chimney. My theory is, that he got grabbed and pulled up the chimney. Though not all pieces could fit inside it."

"Hmm…"

"Any idea what it could be?"

"I might." Sam said.

After the boy didn't continue, Emma asked: "Sharing?"

"In the car." They walked aside of each other, not saying a word.

"So… Is there anything I can do to make you forgive me faster?" Emma started with a low voice.

"I really don't want to start about this topic now, okay?"

"So when do you want to start about it?" Sam got inside the car and started to talk to Dean about his theory about anti-Santa. Emma entered the car too, left like a dog in the rain with no answer from Sam.

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"Santa's Village looks…"

"Shabby?" Dean helped out Emma ending the sentence.

"I thought it would be more of a place of joy and… stuff."

Dean hesitated for a second. "I could never imagine that Bobby would make you think that. Was his house always a place of joy and stuff when you celebrated Christmas?"

"Pretty much." Sam and Dean turned to her.

"Really?" Dean asked as he couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, sure, why not? It was Christmas. Did you think he went on a hunt? I mean, come on." The boys got quiet and Sam suddenly seemed far away.

"Well, we had some nice Christmas too, so why not. As hunter you can have that too." Dean said, while Sam looked at him.

"Who's childhood are you talking about?"

"What? Oh come on, it wasn't always that bad."

"Yeah, right." Sam said sarcastically.

"Guys, Santa has left the chair." Sam and Dean looked at each other and followed him while Emma was looking around. Christmas with Bobby was one of the few things she actually enjoyed when she was at Bobby. This and her birthday were always something he made a special day out of. Which she was very thankful for. She didn't appreciate it at first, but after a while she was glad that he did that, really was. It was her first Christmas without him, she had to get sure to call him.

"What is this?"

"A Christmas tree." Bobby answered, decorating it.

"A Christmas tree? What does it do?" The approximately 10 year old Emma was standing there, a gun in her hands and went to the table to clean it.

"Brings some Christmas spirit into the house." Bobby answered.

"How does it do that?"

"I don't know, just looking at it, you know?"

"That's weird." Emma said, grabbing an old rag.

"When you are done with this you put the gun away. I don't want them lying around during Christmas." Bobby said, going past her.

Emma frowned. "Why?"

"This is a time of peace, so no guns or anything."

"Are the monsters on holiday too?" Emma asked.

"Uh…" Bobby apparently didn't know how to answer that. "Well, sometimes you have to take a day off, simple like that."

"Oh…"

"Any wishes you have for Santa?"

"Santa?"

"You know, Santa Claus. He brings you presents."

Emma seemed like she thought about something. "Can I ask for anything?"

"Pretty much, yes." Bobby smiled slightly.

"Can I ask to see my parents?"

Bobby got quiet and his smile vanished. "We will get who did that, I promise you that."

Emma nodded. "Can I get my own gun then?"

"Write Santa a letter, maybe you will get it."

Emma never got the gun. First she got the stupidest girl stuff even. Bobby really tried that the thought of hunting wouldn't come up during Christmas. And now she was standing here, being on a hunt during Christmas.

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"Can't you guys just go and I stay here?" Emma moaned.

"You know that helicopter- mum doesn't like to leave you alone because of Jiva."

"Dean, please. It will take her a while to find me again. Come on."

Sam came in and they got quiet. "Can we go?" He asked, but Emma and Dean were looking uneasy at him. "What?"

"She wants to stay." Dean said, pointing at her.

"Traitor." Emma hissed.

"Fine, stay." Emma and Dean reacted confused.

"What? Really?"

"Sure, you got your own free will. Do what you want to do." Sam left the motel room again.

"Oh man…"

"He is really pissed."

"Yeah…" Emma sighed and waved Dean Goodbye when he left. Then she sat on the bed. She had to fix this issue with Sam, won't help. It wouldn't fix itself, nor the time would apparently. Emma waited a bit longer, before she grabbed her phone to call Bobby.

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"I knew it. Something was way off with those two." Sam said. They were back from their investigating after the second murder and some walking around in the city, with the thought that it was the wreaths were causing them.

"What'd you find?" Dean asked.

"The Carrigans lived in Seattle, last year, where two abductions took place right around Christmas. They moved here in January. All that Christmas crap in their house wasn't boughs of holly. It was vervain and mint." Sam explained.

"Pagan stuff?"

"Serious pagan stuff."

"So what, Ozzie and Harriet are keeping a pagan God hidden underneath their plastic-covered couch?"

"I don't know. All I know we're gotta check them out. So, what about Bobby? He's sure evergreen stakes will kill this thing, right?" Dean looked at the stick he was holding.

"Yeah, he's sure."

Emma grabbed her jacket. "What, now you want to come with us?" Sam asked.

Emma froze. "I…"

"She can back us up, stop being like that. It's Christmas, forgive and forget." Dean said and smiled at Emma.

"Since when do you care about Christmas anyway." Sam asked suspiciously.

"Hey, I want to celebrate it this year, okay?"

"Dean, if you want to go all drinking eggnog and celebrate, fine with me, just leave me out of this."

"What? We are not going to celebrate Christmas?" Emma asked.

"I can't. I can't just sit there being in a good mood knowing that…" Sam paused. "That this is Deans last Christmas."

"But that's exactly the point, it's my last."

"And my first with you guys."

"No, period."

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Emma was standing in front of the Impala, leaning against it and looking nervous. The brothers were in the house way too long, the sun was rising meanwhile. Should she go and check for them? But what if she would screw up and they would then be in trouble? They needed to prepare themselves better for such situations, seriously. Emma took a deep breath and walked to the door. She rang the bell and waited for them to open, which they did. "Hello dear, what can I do for you?"

"Hello! And Merry Christmas! I'm Sarah, mum and I just moved in. I'm sorry to bother you, but we ran out of eggs, from all the things, haha. I'm sorry to bother you, really."

"Oh eggs? Well snap, we used our last ones for some yummy cookies. I'm sorry dear, we can't help you out there."

'Oh god how do I make them let me come in?' "Yeah, that's exactly what my mum was trying to make too. I guess there won't be any cookies for me this year for Christmas, oh well." 'Come on, come on, let me in.'

"No cookies for you? Well, usually we don't do that, but… Would you like to come in? We surely got some spare ones for you."

The lady smiled and Emma smiled back. "Oh that would be so sweet!" As soon as the door was closed the two threw Emma against it and were trying to knock her out. Suddenly Dean was behind them, kicking and pushing them away. Emma grabbed into the side of her trousers and pulled a stick out of it, throwing it to Dean.

Dean reacted fast and pulled the stick first into Madge, then Edward. "Wow, you got a good timing, sis." Dean said, catching some breath.

"It's like a Christmas miracle, isn't it." She smiled.

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Emma waved shortly to Dean who just came back with a sixpack, while Emma was standing outside with her phone, talking to Bobby. "Soeverythingisallright?"

"Yeah, we got them good, don't worry."

"Well, bit sad you had to spend your Christmas like that. The Christmas tree here looks empty without any presents."

"I'm sorry, I'll get you something as soon as I'm back, promise."

"I'llfeedyourponymeanwhile." Bobby said and laughed.

Emma grinned. "Merry Christmas."

"MerryChristmas,Emma.I'mgladeverythingisfine.I'llspeaktoyousoonagain."

"Yes, of course. Bye." Emma hung up and stared into the night. It started to snow. Well, at least this cliché was there to feel a little Christmas mood. She sighed and went inside. The girl froze when she saw the more or less nicely decorated room with a tiny Christmas tree. Dean and Sam were sitting there, holding wrapped gifts. Emma was a bit overwhelmed. "What the…"

"Fudge?" Dean said cheerful.

"Hold on." Sam stood up and shoved Emma into the bathroom.

"What?" Then he closed the door. She heard Sam whispering with Dean and that they two were doing something. "Guys!"

"Alright, come on in. Santa was here." Sam said. Emma entered the room again and rose her eyebrow. "We already exchanged gifts, now it's your turn." Sam gave Emma a present, which looked like it got wrapped again. She carefully opened it and had a gun in her hands. "Got you a brand new one. I talked to Bobby, he said you always wanted your very own."

Emma smiled and surveyed the gun. On it's butt were the letter's D and S carved. Emma's heart started to pound faster. "Th- that's…"

"And I got you this." Dean threw his gift at Emma, but she missed looking for it and it flew right into her face. Dean and Sam grinned, while Emma took it and unwrapped it. She didn't look amused when she saw a purple thong in it.

"Well… Thank you for that…"

"Hey, what else to get a girl but lingerie?"

"Oh, just shut up, perv." Emma looked uneasy when she glanced the gun again. But then she went to her backpack, to get something that was wrapped in newspaper. She handed it Sam who looked surprised. "I- I'm not sure if you will like it. If not it's okay, really, I just thought…"

Sam unwrapped it and was holding a picture frame in his hands with a collage of him, Dean, Bobby and Emma. "What?" Dean looked over Sam's shoulder to eye this picture too.

"When did you take pictures of us?"

Emma held up her phone. "Mobile with camera, that's why the quality is so crappy too." Dean took her phone and looked over her picture gallery.

"I never saw you taking pictures."

"I'm not that kind of person going around telling everyone to smile into the camera." She answered fast.

Sam came to Emma and hugged her. "Thank you very much." He whispered.

"No, thank you." She responded, feeling a lump in her throat.

"What's with me?" Dean asked and sounded offended. Emma rolled her eyes and gave Dean his gift. He opened it and held a completely black Shirt in his hands. "Well…"

"Go on, I want to see if it fits." Emma said, and Dean got into the T-Shirt.

"Now, how do I look like?" Dean turned to Emma, so Sam could see Dean's back. He smiled, as he read the words 'Don't believe in any word I'm saying' standing on the back.

"Perfect." Sam chuckled and Emma joined it, while Dean looked a bit confused.