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Okay, so this chapter will be a spoiler for anyone who hasn't seen Season 3's A Very Supernatural Christmas. I have been toying around with the idea of maybe starting a series story with my character Kate in it. I wanted to get a feel for what it would be like to work with an actual episode, so I took the flashback from it and molded it around a little bit to fit Katie in. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated for this chapter. I'd love to know what you think about her being thrown into an episode type scenario.

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I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: See Chapter 3.

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It was Christmas Eve and the three Winchester sibling we holed up in a broken down, crap hotel in Nebraska. Katie was sitting a little closer to the TV than she should have, but she was mesmerized by the Christmas movie that was on. Dean didn't bother to make her move away because, for once, she was just sitting quietly and not pestering him. If there was anyone in this world that could truly appreciate a working television, it was Dean. A working TV was an instant babysitter for Katie and kept her from annoying him constantly.

Dean went over and sat on the couch beside Sam. "What are you wrapping?" he asked as he motioned towards the gift Sam was wrapping in old newspaper.

"It's for dad," Sam replied, not wanting to share more details.

"What'd ya do, steal it?" Dean asked jokingly. The kid freaking felt guilty using the last of the milk, so Dean knew that Sam would be falling over struggling from an internal dilemma if he had actually stolen it.

"No!" Sam was offended. "Uncle Bobby gave it to me to give to Dad. Said it was real special."

"What is it?" Dean was growing curious now.

"A bat mobile," Sam retorted sarcastically.

"Hilarious," Dean said flatly as he turned his attention to a car magazine that his dad had left lying around. He picked it up and began to check out the latest cars.

"De! Look its rundeers!" Katie exclaimed as she pointed to the TV screen; she was sitting so close that her hand smacked the screen.

Dean drew his eyes up from his magazine to look at his sister. "Rundeers?" he questioned.

"Yeah, its Santa's deers that run in the sky," Katie explained as she turned back to look at the TV. "It's Santa!" she squealed in excitement to no one in particular.

"Yup, that's him," Dean replied without enthusiasm.

"He's gonna be here, right?" Sam asked as looked over at Dean expectantly. They both knew they weren't talking about Santa anymore. They were talking about their dad.

"Yeah, he'll be here. He's knows it's Christmas." Dean wasn't only trying to convince Sam that their dad was coming; he was trying to convince himself too.

"Where is he anyway?" Sam asked innocently. He always had this feeling that Dean and his dad were keeping something from him.

"On business selling stuff to people. You know that," Dean replied, inwardly praying Sam would just accept his response and drop it.

"But what kind of stuff?" Sam pried.

"Stuff!" Annoyance was clear in Dean's voice. Katie turned around when she heard Dean raise his voice to see what was going on. Dean quickly changed his expression and gave her a fake smile before she turned around towards the TV again. Dean gave Sam a clear look telling him to knock it off.

"Nobody ever tells me anything!" Sam complained. He paused before continuing, "Why do we move around so much?" He knew he had to be persistent if he wanted actual answers for a change.

"Cuz everywhere we go, nobody can stand to be around you," Dean retorted and in an attempt to end the conversation, he got up and went over to the bed and after clearing off all the trash, laid down and opened up his magazine again.

Sam got up and went to sit on the adjacent bed. "I'm old enough, Dean. You can tell me the truth."

"You don't want to know the truth. Trust me," Dean responded sincerely.

Katie turned around and realized that both of her brothers were no longer nearby. She grew curious and wandered over towards them sitting on the beds as Sam began to say, "Is that why we never talk about…Mom?" Neither of them had noticed that Katie was now standing in between the beds and had caught the last word of his question.

Katie's eyes grew wide and hopeful. "Is Mommy coming to Christmas this year?" Katie asked. She was still too young to fully grasp what death was.

Dean threw Sam a severely pissed off glare. "Look what you started," he spat in a low, angry voice at his brother. He turned his attention to Katie. "No, Mom's not coming. You know that!" Dean said a little harsher than he had intended. He suddenly felt like the walls were closing in on him and he needed to get out of that room. So he made his way towards the door with Sam trailing behind.

Sam grabbed on to Dean arm, causing him to turn around and face him. Dean's eyes narrowed. "I told you not to ever talk about her. EVER!" He shook his arm out of Sam's grasp and went to open the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" Sam asked concerned.

"Out," Dean replied. Katie and Sam slightly jumped as the door slamming resonated through the motel room. Sam's shoulders fell in defeat as he turned around and saw his sister with tears in her eyes.

"Hey, come on," he gently said as he walked over and sat down on the bed. She crawled up beside him and snuggled in close. She didn't like it when Dean got upset.

"'M sorry. I want Mommy at Christmas just like da movie," Katie explained as she pointed to the TV that was coincidentally showing a scene of a family sitting down to eat a nice, Christmas meal. Sam sighed and tried to explain the best he could as to why their mom wasn't coming to Christmas. After Katie said she understood, she made her way back over to the TV, wanting to finish watching Santa. Sam decided it was the perfect opportunity to get into John's duffle that he had left behind and find the journal he'd always seen his dad reading late at night. As he laid face down on the bed with his elbows propping his head up, he began to read it cover to cover.

Once Sam had finished reading, his mind was going in a million different directions. He wanted Dean to hurry and get back so he could have answers. So to distract himself from it all in the meantime, he grabbed one of his comic books and went to sit on the floor beside Katie. He started reading it while she looked at the pictures. Suddenly the door flew open and a burst of cold air entered the room as Dean came in with a paper bag in his hands.

"Thought you went out," Sam stated nonchalantly as he looked up.

"Yeah, to get your ass some food," Dean replied as he tossed a hamburger and a bag of chips at him and handed some fries and chicken nuggets to Katie.

"Thanks Dean!" she said as she sat up and began to open her food as he made his way towards the bed.

"Stay here and you keep looking at Superman while I talk to Dean," Sam ordered. Even though he knew she was going to get her greasy fingers all over it, he had to talk to Dean now. Katie nodded her head as she took another bite of her food.

Sam walked over to the bed Dean was sitting on and lifted up the pillow. "I know why you keep a gun under your pillow," he said as he motioned for Dean to look.

"No you don't. Stay outta my stuff," Dean replied, shoving the pillow back down and out of Sam's hands.

"And I know why we lay salt down everywhere we go. And why Dad makes you practice Latin." Sam crossed his arms.

"Shut up," Dean said quietly; he didn't want Katie to come over and hear the conversation he knew they were about to have. Sam quickly turned around and grabbed John's journal from underneath his bed and tossed it beside Dean.

"You can't touch that! It's Dad's! He's gonna kick your ass for reading that," Dean said as he stood up and tried to push past Sam, but he blocked his path.

"Are monsters real?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Dean couldn't look Sam in the eye. "No way. You're crazy."

"Dean, I know the truth. Just tell me," Sam pleaded as he gave Dean a light shove backwards.

Dean looked at Sam and then looked over his shoulder to see Katie still sitting on the floor eating and looking at the comic book. "Not now. Once she's asleep, I'll tell you everything. But I swear, if you ever tell Dad I told you, I will end you."

Sam smiled, finally realizing he would know the whole story later tonight. "Promise." He let Dean pass and both of them went over and sat on the couch to finish their dinner.

After finishing their meal, Dean helped Katie take a bath and was now tucking her into bed. "Does Santa know where we live? Cuz we gots a new house now," she said looking around at the room. Dean offered a little smile. Sam was going to be finding out shortly that there's no such thing as Santa and Dean couldn't bear to tell his little sister too.

"Yeah, he'll find you. But only if you go to sleep," Dean responded as he pulled the covers up to her chin.

"'Kay. Night, De." She turned over towards the wall and closed her eyes. He waited there and once he saw that her breathing had evened out, he knew she was fast asleep. He went over to the couch and sat down beside Sam and reluctantly began to shed light on all the questions he'd had for so long.

After he answered everything truthfully, he noticed how Sam's face began to fall. "You okay?" He knew it was a stupid question. He sure wasn't okay after he had found out that monsters were real, so why would Sam be?

"Yeah. I just wanna go to sleep, okay?" Sam said as he got up and made his way over to the bed and got under the covers beside Katie. His quiet crying tore through Dean. He ran his hand over his face, trying to think of what to do.

"I'll make it all better. You'll see," he said to no one in particular as he went over and quietly slipped out of the room. He was on a new mission now.

Dean later returned and placed two nicely wrapped presents under the tree. He slowly walked over to the bed where his siblings were sleeping and shook them both. "Sammy! Katie! Wake up!" The both turned towards him, squinting as they opened their eyes. "Dad—uh…." Dean caught Katie's eye. "Um...Dad and Santa were here! Look what they brought," he said as he motioned towards the little Christmas tree decorated with just a few lights and the 2 presents sitting underneath.

Katie finished rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes and jumped out of bed with a jolt of energy as she hurridly made her way over to the tree. "Wow!" she exclaimed as she took turns shaking each of the presents.

"Dad was here?" Sam asked as he got out of bed too. Dean nodded his head. "But why didn't he wake us up?" Doubt was clear in Sam's voice.

"He tried to, but you guys were dead as rocks. Look, we made a killing this year," Dean finished as he went over and sat down on the couch.

"Both for me?" Katie asked innocently with her big, puppy dog eyes.

"No, Katie…one's for Sam," he lightly scolded. He looked back over at the beds. "Come on!" Dean yelled as he motioned for Sam to join them.

"It's from Santa, Sammy. Santa!" Katie said as she excitingly handed Sam the larger of the two presents because she had liked the sound the smaller one made when she shook it. "Me first!" Katie had never been one for patience. Dean gave her a smile, telling her to go ahead.

Katie opened the package as fast as her small hands could rip off the tape and paper. "OoOOhhhHH! It's pretty! And sparkly!" She shook the baton around in the air so the shiny strings hanging off the ends went flying around and the little beads inside made a noise. "I like Santa!" she declared.

Dean smiled as he turned towards Sam. "Now you go, Sammy." With her baton still in hand, Katie walked up closer to the couch because she wanted to be able to see what Sam got.

Sam rarely ever got presents, so he was thrilled to open it, but once he realized what it was, a confused look spilled across his face. "Sapphire Barbie?"

"He must think you're a girl, Samantha," Dean joked as he lightheartedly punched him in the arm, but he inwardly felt guilty that he hadn't made sure one was a boy's gift.

"Wow!" Katie was mesmerized. She looked down at her baton and then back at the Barbie. "Sammy, you're SUPER lucky!" She'd never had a doll before and it looked way better than her baton.

"Here, you can have it," Sam said as he pushed the box towards her. Katie's eyes immediately lit up.

She gave Sam a hug, and before grabbing the box, she said, "I gots you something too." She scurried off and snatched something off of the table. "Here." She handed each of her brothers a very small 'gift' wrapped in old candy wrappers. They exchanged a funny glance before they unwrapped it to find a stick of gum.

"Where did you get these?" Dean chuckled.

"I found dem one day over there!" She pointed to the kitchen. That suddenly put in question just how edible the gum actually was.

"Well it's great. Thanks," Sam said smiling as he tousled her hair. Katie burst into a huge grin, proud that they had liked her gift.

"Yeah, thanks," Dean paused. "How about I open up your doll?" he asked as he sat the gum down and started opening the box. Katie nodded her head and anxiously clapped her hands together and bounced around as she waited for him to open it.

Dean was finally able to undo all the twisty ties and Katie now sat on the floor thrilled to be playing with her new toy. Sam slouched back on the couch and turned to Dean. "I know Dad never showed...So where'd you get this stuff?"

Dean looked at him and was about to lie, but he knew there was no point. It was pretty obvious. "Nice house up the block. But I swear I didn't know they were both chick presents."

"Yeah, yeah…," Sam trailed off as he got up and grabbed something from underneath his pillow. He came back and handed Dean the present he had been wrapping earlier. "Here, I want you to have it."

"No, that's for Dad," Dean said as he gently pushed it away.

"Dad lied to me. And you told me the truth…about everything. I want you to have it," Sam explained. Dean raised his eyebrows, silently asking if he was positive. "Yeah, I'm sure." Dean eagerly unwrapped the gift and held up the gold amulet necklace.

"Wow. Thank you, Sam…I…I love it," he replied as he slipped it on over his head. It may have been a little big, but Dean knew he would grow into it because he never planned on taking it off.

"It's the bestest Christmas ever!" Katie announced as she stood up and twirled around with her new Barbie. Dean just sat back on the couch and smiled. Katie was right, this had turned out to be a very memorable Christmas for everyone, in more ways than one.