I said I was busy, but this has been pre written. I think I wrote this in November. Look for weekly updates starting January, or whenever I said in my author's note.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

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Sam picked up a random moose plushie wearing a Santa hat. "What about this?"

Meg wrinkled her nose. "No."

"Aw come on."

"It's weird."

"You're weird." Dean said childishly, stepping away from the magazine rack to intervene. "This is Walmart, everyone here is weird. Here, I'll pay for it."

"But it's a joint gift!" Sam said to Dean's back as he walked towards the cash registers. Dean waved a hand to show he'd heard.

"I don't think Temperance wants a stuffed moose." Meg cut in.

"Too late, it's already paid for. Hey, are you getting anything for anyone?"

"Clarence and I already exchanged gifts. I received a pretty big package if you know what I-"

"Yes, yes I know what you mean." Sam shuddered. "I mean for Temper."

"I don't really know what she likes." Meg was wearing an almost sheepish expression. "I took her to Take Your Kid to Work Day and she seemed pretty impressed by the array of torture weapons."

"You took her…to Hell." He deadpanned. "I thought we weren't letting any demons or angels see her?"

"Relax, she was in demon form and I just told everyone I was training my successor. Ooh, what about a sweet butterfly knife?"

"No!" Sam was appalled. "She's only a year-"

"She looks and acts much older," she said. "She can control what form she is now. Oh, I need to find something quickly so I can cook that dead bird you humans always eat for holidays."

"You can cook a turkey?"

"I'll just stick it in the oven for a few hours or something."

"Okay…what about this?" He brandished a DVD.

"Frozen?" Meg raised an eyebrow. "I'm raising a warrior, not a princess."

"Don't lie, you got a teeny bit of satisfaction when you saw her in her princess dress last Halloween."

"…okay fine."

"This feels so wrong." Dean kept glancing towards the exit. "Two hunters, an angel, a demon, Temperance…in-"

"What's wrong with Denny's?" Sam protested, he had been reading the menu to Temperance.

"The slow service." Castiel piped up.

"Don't be too full, I'm cooking a dead bird." Meg said.

"We know." The other four chimed, having heard about the dead bird over twenty times that day.

A waitress appeared about ten minutes after, she looked like that kind of mom that kids were embarrassed to bring to Meet The Teacher Night. "I'll be your waitress today, how may I help you?"

"I'll have this." Dean pointed to a picture of a large plate, bacon covered half and the other half had sausages and eggs.

"That's for four…"

"I'm a growing boy."

The waitress sent him a look like yeah, I bet you are. "And you?"

She went around the table like that, until she got to Temperance. "And what about you, sweetie?"

"Mom?" Temperance tugged on Meg's sleeve. "I want what Uncle Dean's having."

"Yeah yeah, go for it." Meg said, waving a hand subconsciously as she debated on whether she actually wanted to eat or just order coffee. Black, like her soul.

"Aren't you a little young to have a child?" The waitress frowned.

"Oh god." Dean covered his face with his hand. Comments like that had been okay when Temperance had look about a year old, but with Meg looking like she was in her early twenties and the kid looking like she was eight…

"Aren't you a little old for that shirt?" Meg nodded towards the sequinned tank top that showed a bit too much cleavage. "And I'll have a black coffee."

The lady stood there, mouth open like a fish out of water, then turned away.

"Now there's the Christmas spirit." Sam sighed.

"Cool!" Temperance sat on the couch in the Bunker, the others seated in various places. "Thanks for the angel blade Mom."

"Where'd you get that?" Castiel whispered to a beaming Meg.

"Some angel."

"Meg…"

"Okay it's your angel blade."

"Meg!"

"You can get another one." The demon shrugged.

She opened Sam and Dean's present, (the moose,) and to everyone's surprised, didn't let go of it for the rest of the day.

Castiel got her some weapon that could kill demons…

"Clarence!"

"You got her an angel blade!"

…as well as a coat that looked very similar to his.

"Thanks everyone." She sniffed. "I smell something burning."

Meg whipped her head towards the kitchen. "Shit, the dead bird!"

Happy a happy holiday and have a Happy New Years as well!