Dean slowly opens his eyes and is about to return back to his scantily clad co-ed filled dream when he realizes that it's Christmas morning and bolts upright in his bed. He passes a still sleeping Sam and selects his favorite Metallica tape before turning the old cassette player on the dresser to the highest volume and gleefully watching Sam practically fall out of bed. "Rise and shine, Sammy, there's Christmas presents waiting down there for us!"

When Sam groans and rolls over onto his stomach to go to try and go back to sleep, Dean jerks the covers off him and yells, "Come on you lazy ass, you don't want to disappoint Santa do you?" Unmoved by his brother's plea, Sam pulls the pillow on top of his head to block out the sunlight until Dean threatens, "Last one downstairs has to eat Bobby and Rufus' leftovers."

Yeah, notes Dean with a smirk, that got his attention. "Come on bro, let's go check out our haul!"

Catching the spirit of Dean's excitement, Sam jumps out of bed and the two boys race down the stairs and into the living room to see who can reach the tree first. "What's got you two in such a hurry?" questions Bobby from his favorite armchair as he takes a sip of his coffee. "The Devil after you?"

Rufus releases a soft chuckle from his seat on the couch. "You think he'd at least take one day off." Casting an amused expression at Sam and Dean, he asks, "Should I go and get the oil for the holy fire?"

"Ha, ha," snarks Dean. "Now where's my swag?"

"Dean!" chastises Sam as he bumps his brother's shoulder with his own while Bobby rolls his eyes at the elder Winchester. Then Sam turns to the man that they both consider more of a father than an uncle and inquires hopefully, "So where is it?"

"It's under the tree where you normally find presents," answers Bobby with a sigh. "If I'd known you two would be this eager for Christmas morning then I would have pulled out all the stops and left some half-eaten cookies on a plate."

"Yeah right, who are you trying to kid, Bob? There ain't nothing much in this house that goes half-eaten," teases Rufus before reaching over and patting Bobby's stomach.

"Get off of me, Rufus!" huffs Bobby while he bats the hunter's hand away. "Although, now that you mention it; I am starting to feel a bit hungry." He watches the boys root under the tree for any gifts that might have been shoved to the very back of the tree. "Hey! How about you two scavengers go in the kitchen and cook us up some breakfast?"

"Who, us?" questions Sam while he brushes some loose pine needles out of his hair.

"Yeah, I mean you two." Bobby gestures between himself and Rufus. "We cooked dinner, the least you two could do is make breakfast and start by making some coffee!" He leans back wearily in his chair. "It took forever to clean that kitchen after you two went to bed."

"And make the coffee Irish," insists Rufus with a groan as he rolls his neck and shoulders. "I could use a little luck this morning."

"You're going to get luck off of coffee just because it's Irish?" asks Dean sarcastically.

"No, but I'm sure as hell going to feel lucky after I've had a few cups," answers Rufus with a smile.

Bobby laughs and adds, "Sounds good to me, give me the same," he requests as he hands over his old chipped mug for a refill. "I wouldn't mind having some luck myself."

"Okay, well, you two just sit tight and we'll be right back with a nice piping hot breakfast," promises Sam with a clap of his hands. He glances at Dean who's busy reading the booklet that came with his Season One box set of Dr. Sexy, M.D. that Bobby gave him. "That is if Dean can pull himself away from his guilty pleasure."

"Nope, not guilty anymore," professes Dean with pride. "Voted number one show for a serial drama and plus have you checked out those chicks? They're totally hot! Oh yeah, no more feeling guilty but I am definitely feeling the pleasure."

"I so did not want to know that," mutters Sam in disgust. He gazes up at Bobby with a huge grin. "Hey Bobby, thanks for the new software. I've been dying to get it but I haven't had the time."

Bobby gives an appreciative nod while Dean rolls his eyes in incredulity. "Yeah, good call there, Bobby. That's just what he needs, more nerd toys."

They continue to bicker as they head out into the kitchen. "Shut it, Dean, or I'll use my laptop to record over your Dr. Sexy dvds."

Deans instinctively clutches the box set a little closer as he scoffs, "You can't do that." When Sam returns nothing in way of response but a smug look, Dean begins to panic. "Wait a minute, you can't do that!" He looks back at Bobby and Rufus. "Can he do that?" Turning back around to find Sam gone, he stomps after him into the kitchen while calling out, "Sam!"

"Idiots," mumbles Bobby quickly followed by a soft chuckle before he and Rufus close their eyes in sleepy contentment.

"Good morning," greets Castiel's voice a moment later.

The two hunters eyes fly open at the angel's gravely tone and Bobby replies, "Morning, Cas, nice of you to drop in."

"Good lord, Castiel, have you ever heard of knocking?" gasps Rufus while grasping at his heart. "You could have given me a heart attack! It's lucky for you that I have a pacemaker!"

Cas stares at Rufus in that way he has that seems as if he's looking right into your soul. "Yes, I can see that and it seems to be working fine." He sits down next to Rufus on the couch and offers a smile. "Dean explained to me about the reference you made about 'Touched By An Angel', I understand now. Your attempt at making a connection was very thoughtful."

Rufus returns a genuine grin and pats Cas on the back. "Anytime, man. We can all use a friend, especially during these times."

"Dean suggested that I reach out with another pop culture reference." Cas' brow furrows as he recalls Dean's exact words. "I believe he said that we should discuss Sanford and Son."

"What?" howls Rufus as he scoots away from Cas and waves his hand to indicate everything around them. "You better take another look around here man and take stock. This is Bobby's junk yard, not mine!"

The angel frowns at Rufus' response and a hint of a growl is noted in his tone when he spies Dean reentering the room with Sam. "Dean, could I please have a word with you?"

"Cas, Merry Christmas, man!" greets Dean as he and Sam pass out several freshly microwaved burritos from the local mini-mart. "Just in time for breakfast too, okay you guys dig in!" he suggests with a huge grin as he starts unwrapping his own burrito.

"Are you kidding me?" demands Bobby unbelievingly. "We cook you two yahoos a perfectly delicious meal, homemade, by the way, and you return the favor by handing us this nuclear heated crap?"

"Hey, it's not our fault that you two were raised on Ozzie and Harriet and we were raised on Ozzie Osbourne!" protests Dean as he throws his arms out to his sides and adds, "Welcome to a Winchester childhood!" Taking a giant bite of his burrito and chewing it with a great deal of consideration, he mumbles, "Besides, as crap goes it's not half bad."

"And we brought you some coffee," offers Sam expectantly as he hands Rufus his mug back while he hands Bobby a brand new travel mug emblazoned with his favorite poster shot of Bo Derek from Ten. He gives the two hunters a helpless shrug. "And it's Irish."

Bobby stares down silently at the travel mug while Rufus rolls his eyes and grumbles, "Man, you're easy to please." He takes another glance at Bobby's gift from the boys and raises his eyebrows at this latest revelation. "Bo Derek, huh? You're full of surprises aren't you, Bobby? I think you've actually left me speechless."

"That'll be a nice change," admits Bobby with a bark of laughter. "I guess my Christmas has officially arrived."

"Shut up, Bob," orders Rufus as he starts unwrapping his burrito and Bobby follows suit. Crinkling their noses up in displeasure at the selections the boys handed them, the two old hunters and even older friends take the barest glance at each other before trading their burritos.

"By the way, Rufus, thanks for that set of silver hunting knives that you gave me," remarks Bobby gruffly. "I'll be sure to put them to good use."

"It wasn't a big deal so don't start getting all teary eyed," he replies with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Besides, it was the only way that I could think of for you quit borrowing my stuff," he ends with a twinkle in his eye.

"So, Cas," inquires Dean around a mouthful of burrito, "did you bring me anything?"

"No," replies Cas in confusion. "I gave my gift to you last night. Was I supposed to bring another?"

"Well it is customary…" begins Dean before Sam elbows his side.

"Ignore him, Cas," insists Sam. "He's just being his usual greedy self. Some of us appreciate your just being here."

"Yeah, and I guess some of us have to, huh, Sammy?" taunts Dean before he takes another bite. "That's twice that you've pulled nothing from Cas."

"And I'm fine with it, Dean," claims Sam with a tight smile.

Dean gazes at his brother knowingly. "Yeah, sure you are." He stands a little taller as he puffs up with pride. "I have to admit, it feels good to be the favorite for once."

"Yeah, for once," mutters Sam irritably.

"I'm sorry, Jan Brady, I didn't quite catch that," quips Dean while cupping his hand to his ear.

"Boys, knock it off!" demands Bobby tersely as he nods his head towards Castiel. "You're upsetting the angel."

Watching Castiel do nothing more than stare down at his own burrito, Sam broaches, "Are you okay there, Cas?"

"Yes, I'm fine," he notes curtly. "It's just that angels don't really eat since we don't require nourishment, at least not in the same way that humans do." He places his hand over his stomach as if in discomfort. "As it is now, I feel as though it may take a century or two to fully digest last night's meal."

"Yeah, I'm with you there, buddy," jokes Dean until he catches Bobby and Rufus' matching glares.

Castiel's expression grows stern as he gazes at Dean who draws back uncomfortably under Cas' scrutiny. "Hey, come on, it was just a joke."

"It's not that," replies Castiel, obviously upset. "I'm being called elsewhere and I'm sorry because I can't stay." He rises from the couch and he turns towards the window. "You're about to have company."

Everyone glances back at the window before turning back to ask Cas what he's talking about only to find him gone as they hear the last flutters of angel wings fading away. "Mysterious as ever, that one."

"Yeah, but he'll be back," assures Dean without worry. "So," he queries as he holds up his Dr. Sexy box set and shakes it in the air, "who's up for a marathon viewing?"

No witty retort or banter is forthcoming in reply to Dean's question, only a speeding fireball that flies past in between the two brothers before striking the Christmas tree and setting it alight. "What the hell?"

"Sorry about that," claims a voice from outside the shattered window. "Are you guys okay?"

"Garth is that you?" questions Bobby as another fireball whips through the air as Sam scrambles for the fire extinguisher and Dean and Rufus battle the flames with the blankets lying on the couch.

"Yeah, it's me. Hi Bobby," greets Garth with a wave. "It turns out it wasn't a Lamia that I was fighting and I need a bit of help."

"So you came here?" growls Bobby.

Smoke fills the air as the flames are extinguished and the next thing the hunters know is Garth is shouting, "Everybody down!" while a stream of fluid shoots through the air and lands on Bobby's new set of knives. As a hissing sound fills the air and the metal begins to melt, Bobby's heated gaze directs itself towards an anxious Garth. "Dammit, Garth, is there anything else that you want to tell us?"

"Um, yeah?" confesses Garth casually, a little too casually. "It has friends. And it has a lot of them."

"Oh balls!" curses Bobby. "Garth, get your ass in here before those things kill you so that I can do it!"

"No worries, Bobby!" calls out the young hunter as he dodges another fireball. "I've mostly been using Dean's car for cover!"

"What?" shrieks Dean in terror. "Son of a bitch! Garth, stay the hell the away from my baby or those creatures will be the least of your worries!" he yells right before he grabs his gun and bolts out of the room to head outside.

"Dean!" shouts Sam after his brother in concern before turning worried eyes onto Bobby.

"Come on," urges Bobby, "let's gear up before those two idiots get themselves killed and us along with them." He sighs resignedly. "Some Merry Christmas this is turning out to be."

"See, this is why my people celebrate Hanukkah," mentions Rufus as he digs through his duffel bag on the floor and starts handing out various weapons.

"Rufus, clam up, and Sam, you go and grab a few bottles of holy water! It may not do the trick but it's somewhere to start, although these days who knows what we're dealing with now."

Sam starts to head out to grab the bottles when suddenly he stops and grabs Bobby by the arm. "Bobby, just so you know, it's still the best Christmas that we've ever had and Dean would tell you the same thing if he were in here right now."

Rufus releases a soft smile before he looks away pretending to search for something in his duffel bag while Bobby presses his lips together and swallows harshly trying to tamp down the sudden onset of emotion. "Go on and grab those bottles," he chokes out before sniffing and barking out, "And both of you hurry up and move your asses, we don't have all day!"

Sam flashes an understanding grin and leaves the room while Rufus and Bobby hurry out to the front door. "Those are some great kids that you got there Bobby, you should be really proud of them." Bobby nods once in appreciation and Rufus adds, "Besides, the holiday hasn't been a total loss."

"And how do you figure that?" asks a bewildered Bobby as they step out onto the front porch.

"I'm still glad that I didn't go to my mom's," declares Rufus laughingly.

Despite the situation, Bobby lets out a low chuckle while clasping his old friend on the shoulder. "Me too, buddy, me too."

THE END

Happy Holidays everybody! :)