AN: Hello again I finally got around to making a first chapter for this story, so here it is, enjoy!

It's Christmas after all

~December 24th 1993 10pm~

'Another Christmas in a crappy motel, what a surprise…' Was Logan's first thought as John pulled into the parking lot. Sam and Dean had fallen asleep in the back seat; it broke her heart that her father was going to leave them in a motel for the night while he went off on a hunt. Then suddenly a noise she's heard only once before, about a year back, sounded. "Logan!" Her father yelled breaking her thoughts, "get the boys out of the car and grab their stuff!"
It took her a moment to do so seeing as Sam was a heavy sleeper "Where are we?" Dean asked in a very sleepy tone.
"Another motel buddy," she replied picking Sam up from the seat and positioning him on her back as she grabbed three bags that had all their clothes. "Could you grab one of these bags please?" She asked Dean as nicely as she could. He nodded and she handed him his bag. John had already checked them in, giving Logan a key with the number 14 on it.
"I'm off," John told her, Dean's eyes dropped. "Keep Sammy safe." He said turning back to the Impala.
"Come on let's get inside, it's freezing." Logan handed Dean the key and carried Sammy to the door marked with 14. As the door opened Logan noticed a small tree had been placed inside, and it looked much nicer than she had thought. She put Sam on one of the beds and set their things on the floor. "Dean I'm going to get us some food from the vending machine, watch Sammy." She gave the instructions and he nodded. Logan sighed leaving the room and headed to the main building.

The man behind the counter was young, looking only slightly older than Logan was. His face seemed to light up as she walked in. "How can I help you?" He asked in a British accent. She looked him over, he dressed more like an old man than a young adult.
"Yeah, is there anywhere to get food?" She asked.
"No, not at this hour on Christmas Eve, but there's breakfast from six to ten tomorrow." The man replied chipperly. He continued to beam at her.
"Okay thanks… Do I know you?" She had a feeling that he may know her.
"No, probably not, but I have that kind of face." He smiles "Goodnight." He calls as she turns to go.
"Goodnight." She grumbled back.

Dean had flopped onto the bed with Sam and was half asleep as Logan came back empty handed. Dean pretended to be fully asleep, but Logan didn't notice him. She sat on the end of her bed, head in hands, she sighed heavily before Dean heard sobbing. "Merry Christmas Mom," Logan managed through sobs. "It's been ten Christmases and Sammy's never had a proper one. No presents, no feast, no watching Dad fume over whatever needs to be put together…" She had to stop talking to collect herself. "And Dean, he's afraid of Dad, he doesn't say it but I know, hell I'm scared too. He only cares about Sammy mom. I have to care about Dean for both of us, and I can't do it all the time." She stops again wiping her cheeks off. "And what about the Doctor? Where'd he go mom?" Dean thought about going over to hug her but knew she'd be far more upset if she knew he'd heard. Logan turned the light off then kissed Sam on the head, leaving Dean alone as he liked it. She then crawled into her own bed and quickly dosed off.

~December 25th 1993 7am~

Logan woke the next morning to find Sam and Dean sitting next to the small tree. "Logan!" Sam's voice is the first thing to great her. She looks over to see that small packages surrounded the tree.
"Merry Christmas guys." She smiled walking over to the tree and sitting down.
"Dad must have remembered this year." Sam smiled.
"Yeah, but before we do presents let's get some breakfast." She ruffled his hair before putting her shoes on. Logan kept the clothes from yesterday on; sure she wouldn't see the night clerk again.
Much to Logan's surprise the breakfast was exactly what Mary had always made on Christmas morning. Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, toast with strawberry jam, waffles, and to top it off a scoop of chocolate ice cream. It was the one day Logan had enjoyed most, John would always help Dean open his gifts then assemble whatever needed it. Logan helped Mary make cookies for later, and the whole all sang at the top of their lungs. This is what Christmas could have been still.
"Miss," Logan froze at the voice, "seeing as you're the only guest, I hope you don't mind if the staff that's here joins you for breakfast, it's just me and another girl. Couldn't make it home."
"No, of course not, there's more than enough here." Logan told him, it may be nice for them to have fresh faces to give her a sense of the outside world.

The five, Dean, Sam, John (as he told her) Clara and Logan all sat at one table, eating their way through the food. "Well our dad had some business in town, left us here though." Logan told the Strangers. "You remind me of someone," She finally admitted, "But you look totally different, said his name was the Doctor."
"Alright, you got me, Logan don't pull any knives on me, but yes I'm the Doctor." He admitted without being forced to. Logan stood and walked out.

The Doctor came out an hour after she'd left, 'may as well look for her.' He thought. He ended up finding her curled up leaning against the side of the building smoking a cigarette "Oi!" He rushes over and takes it out of her hand, dropping it on the ground and stomping it out. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What do you care?" She snaps back. "You've left for a year and changed!" She yells through a sudden sob,
"I know, and you think I don't feel awful for that?" He asks "Beside do you think it's fair that I know our ending long before you do?"
"Our ending? But that's impossible?" She wipes her cheeks off.
"Not really, I've gone backwards. This is the last time I'm going to see you." His eyes gravitate to the ground. "I have to say goodbye this time and I'll never see you again."
"That's not fair!" Logan nearly shots standing. "You can't go." She hugged him then.
"Hey, I'll still know you, but as you get closer to the end, I'll know you less and less." He told her, "Now you have two little brothers waiting for you inside, ready to open presents." He led her to the Winchester's room.
"Yeah, those are from you aren't they?" She speculated.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He replied adjusting his bow tie.
"Is that what you do now? Adjust your bow tie and prattle on?" She raised her right eyebrow.
"I do not prattle," He replied indignantly. "Now get in there and open your presents."

AN: I hope you enjoyed it, there's a second part coming soonish (hopefully).