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Season 3, Episode 8 - A Very Supernatural Christmas (Part One)

Series Masterlist

Author’s Note: Hi everyone!! So….I did a thing💀 I may or may not have made a playlist for Y/N🙃 (I TOTALLY DID AHAHAHAH)

It’s on my Spotify but I’ll leave a link HERE for tumblr. It’s called ‘esp thing’ and for those reading on AO3, my tumblr is @dianawinchester03, you’ll see it linked in my navigation <3

Okay, I’m gonna start this chapter off by saying, IT'S SMUTTY. The beginning and the end so beware💀😭 We all know this episode so it’s also sad (lowkey teared up) Hope you enjoy❤️

This is only PART ONE and PART TWO is linked HERE.

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Third Person POV

Blackfoot, Idaho

•December 12th, 2007

It had been a little over two weeks since the trio’s unfortunate and ‘tragic’ encounter with Gordon. Within that time, they met up back with Jo, passed through South Dakota and retrieved Y/N’s beloved bike. Now back on the road, they finally finished a hunt, thankfully it was your average salt and burn. Sam, Dean, Y/N and Jo walked out of the cemetery together, all clutching their jacket’s to their bodies. Cold from the snow and exhausted from the long hours and in need of some R&R.

Y/N didn’t feel like driving so she tossed Jo the keys to Quinn. “Hey, you drive her tonight. I wanna rest a bit” Jo nodded and caught the keys, she knew how tired Y/N was and she didn’t blame her for not wanting to drive. “No problem, I’ll take good care of her.” Y/N smiled weakly and leaned against the car for support. “Thanks, skank.” She said gratefully. Jo blew her a kiss before turning to her own boyfriend, “You coming Sammy?” She asked, Sam looked a bit hesitant.

Not really wanting to hop on Y/N’s ‘death machine’ as he so kindly puts it, but he trusted Jo’s skills so he nodded, wrapping an arm around her waist before placing a kiss to her head as they trudged over to the bike.

Dean rubbed his eyes and stepped closer to Y/N and looked her over, noticing how exhausted she looked. “You look beat,” he commented, concern evident in his voice. “You sure you’re okay?” She flashed him a coy smile, her eyes flickering to Jo as she mounted her bike, strapping on a helmet on Sam the same way she would do for Dean. “Yeah, I’m just fine” She smiled wickedly before climbing into the Impala.

Dean wasn’t convinced but he didn't push the matter further. He got into the driver's seat while Jo started the motorcycle and revved the engine and Sam wrapped his shaky arms around her waist.

The drive back to their motel room was quiet, both too tired to make conversation. Y/N leaned back in her passenger seat, closing her eyes as she let the hum of the car lull her into a half-sleep.

Jo drove ahead on Y/N’s bike since Dean was taking his time in the Impala and since it was cold as fuck. Dean’s eyes darted back over to his girlfriend who still sported the coy smirk on her lips. Dean glanced at her with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Hey, you still awake over there?" he asked, keeping his voice low.

Y/N cracked open one eye and shot him a sly grin. "Yeah, I'm awake." She replied, her voice laced with mischief. This was one of the rare instances where Y/N and Dean were actually alone in the Impala so she took advantage. Suddenly, Her hand slowly trailed up Dean’s thigh from the passenger side seat, and she, of course, had that shit-eating smirk she stole from Dean plastered on her lips.

She felt Dean’s breath hitch, her eyes flickering up to him. “You little- is that why you gave Jo your keys?” It was Dean’s turn to smirk, realization dawned on him as to why she gave Jo her bike to drive ahead. "Maybe," Y/N said with a sly grin, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She leaned in closer to Dean, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "I wanted to make sure we had some alone time, baby."

Her fingers continued their slow ascent up Dean's muscular thigh, inching closer to his crotch with each passing second. Dean's body tensed beneath her touch, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Y/N chuckled softly, knowing exactly how to push Dean's buttons. Dean's grip tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as he struggled to keep his focus on the road.

"Alone time, huh?" His voice came out husky, laced with desire. "And here I thought you were actually tired." He shot a sideways glance at Y/N, his eyes darkened with lust. The Impala swerved slightly as his attention wavered, but he quickly corrected the path. Y/N giggled mischievously when she felt the Impala swerve, “What’s the matter, darlin’?” she teased, trailing her hand down his chest again and back onto his thigh.

Her touch sent tingles down his spine, and he tried to maintain his cool exterior despite the warmth spreading through him. “Just enjoying the ride, Princess,” he replied smoothly, trying to sound nonchalant while internally cursing himself for letting her get under his skin so easily. Instead, he decided to fuck with her a little.

He reached out, placing his large hand over hers gently guiding it back towards her lap. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, pulling away slightly from Dean's grasp but not enough to stop the contact between their hands. “Come on, Dean,” she pouted, batting her eyelashes innocently, “Don't play coy, you never deny sex” With a sly grin, she leaned closer to him, her breasts pressing against his arm as she whispered into his ear.

“Sammy’s probably already at the motel with Jo, booking their room, it’s just you and me here.” Dean felt his resolve weakening as Y/N’s body pressed against him, her warm breath tickling his ear. He let out a low groan, his free hand reaching up to tangle in her hair. "Fuck, Y/N," he muttered, his voice husky with desire. His grip tightened in her hair as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck to him.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin as he growled, "If you keep this up, I'm gonna pull over right here and take you right in the back." A light moan escaped her lips. “And what’s stopping ya, charming?” She grinned, moving to straddling his lap, leaning down to lay kisses on his neck. Her weight on his lap made his cock twitch in interest, and he cursed inwardly. He loved how bold she was, always pushing his limits.

His free hand moved to her hip, gripping it firmly as she kissed his neck. "Damn it, y/n/n," he hissed, feeling her nipples harden against his chest through their clothes. "I swear if we keep going like this, we ain't gon make it to the motel tonight." Y/N giggled at Dean's words, loving the control she had over him. She could see the lust in his eyes, the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. "Good" she growled, grinding her hips against his growing erection.

“Because all I want right now, is just that” She moaned, peppering kisses down his neck feeling her grind against him, Dean let out a low groan, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. The need to fuck her right there and then was almost overwhelming. "Baby..." he warned, his voice rough with desire. "I gotta focus on driving... Or else we’re gonna end up crashing this car." He pleaded, as much as he wanted to take her in Baby, they were literally two minutes away from their motel.

She halted in her actions. “Well fine,” she huffed as she climbed off his lap, settled back in the passenger seat before stripping off her leather jacket “I’ll just finish myself” she chided before unzipping her jeans, pulling them down to reveal her lacy pink panties, Dean’s favorite. As soon as Y/N peeled her jeans off, Dean let out a low whistle. His gaze lingered on her exposed thighs and the curve of her ass peeking out from underneath her shirt.

"Fucking hell…" he hummed, his voice thick with lust as he shifted in his seat. "You know what... If you wanna finish yourself off, who am I to stop ya?" He watched intently as she began to stroke herself through her panties, a look of pure bliss crossing her face. It was an intoxicating sight, one that made his cock throb painfully in his pants.

Y/N moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as she continued to stroke herself through her panties. Her other hand reached up to cup her breast, tweaking her nipple through the fabric of her t-shirt. "Fuck... This feels so good," she whimpered, her body arching off the seat as pleasure coursed through her veins. "Wish you were touching me instead though..." Her words hung heavy in the air between them, making Dean even harder if possible.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, before slipping her panties off, teasing her clit. The sight of her completely bare below the waist, stroking herself in the passenger seat was enough to push Dean over the edge. His cock pressed painfully against his zipper through his boxers, demanding release. "Jesus Christ, y/n/n," he groaned, shifting in his seat.

His gaze was fixated on her hand as it slid down her slit, teasing her clit. He wanted nothing more than to replace her hand with his own, to feel her slick heat coating his fingers. Y/N let out another loud moan, her body trembling as she continued to rub herself. With the way Dean was frantically glancing from the road and back to her, it only seemed to fuel her arousal further.

"I bet you wish you could taste me right about now," she taunted, biting her lip as she spread her legs further apart, giving him an unobstructed view of her dripping wet pussy. Her fingers dipped lower, circling her entrance teasingly. She used her own slick to coat her nub once more, her whiny and breathless moan filling the car and Dean’s ears as she plunged two fingers inside herself, curling them upwards to hit that sweet spot.

“Oh my God, Dean!” The sound of y/n moaning his name, coupled with the sight of her fingers disappearing inside herself rapidly was too much for Dean to handle. Thankfully, they had arrived at the motel parking lot just in time to see Y/N’s bike was already parked, indicating Sam and Jo must’ve already booked themselves their own motel room. Leaving them to get their own.

He allowed his restraint to snap, pulling the Impala into the first free parking space before putting it in park. The car jerked forward with the rapid movements, making Y/N’s breast jiggle through her shirt, he then unbuckled his seatbelt, turning towards her. “You fucking tease," he growled, reaching across the seat to grab her wrist. "Let me help you with that."

She cried out as Dean grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from her dripping pussy. She looked at him with wide eyes, filled with lust and anticipation. A gasp of satisfaction left her throat as he replaced his finger with hers, toying with her clit. Dean's heart pounded in his chest as he watched y/n squirm under his touch. His thumb brushed over her swollen clit, applying just enough pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through her.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "You like it when I touch you like this?” Without waiting for a response, he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them upward to hit that sweet spot within her. Feeling her walls clenched around his fingers drove Dean wild with desire.

He increased the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of her while his thumb continued its relentless assault on her clit. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with lust. "Cum for me." He demanded as her cries of ecstasy echoed through his other ‘Baby’. He leaned closer, his mouth hovering just above hers as he whispered, "Show me how much you love my touch." Dean then leaned down and replaced his finger with his mouth, slurping her up like a hungry starved man.

“Oh FUCK don’t stop” Dean's tongue delved deep into y/n’s folds, lapping up her juices as he devoured her pussy. He could taste her sweetness mixed with the musk of her arousal, and it only fueled his hunger for her. Murmuring dirty praises against her slick flesh, punctuating each movement with filthy words. Words meant to drive her wild, to make her lose control as he sucked on her clit, flicking it with his tongue before diving back in to feast on her cunt.

“Good girl…scream for me just like that” His fingers gripped her thighs tightly, holding her in place as he pleasured her relentlessly. She grinded her pussy against his face shamelessly with every lick and suckle of her clit from Dean. "You're such a fucking slut for my touch," he groaned against her pussy. "So needy and greedy for my dick..."

Between licks and sucks, he whispered against her, his hot breath sending shivers through her body. "Fuck, you taste so good... Mmm, your cunt is so juicy for me... Yeah, cum on my tongue, baby…” Y/N’s body shook violently as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, heeding to her man’s command. Her hands fisted in Dean's hair, holding him tight against her throbbing sex as she rode out her climax.

"Oh fuck, Dean! Yes, yes, YES!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the empty car. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" She pleaded shamelessly, bringing up her hands to cup her mouth in an attempt to muffle her cries of pleasure with her hand but it was too intense, her hips jerked erratically, grinding herself against his face as he continued to lap at her sensitive flesh.

He drew out every last tremor of pleasure from her quivering body, the familiar flash of white lighting in her eyes as she orgasmed. Dean didn't relent, continuing to worship her spasming pussy with his tongue until he felt her start to come down from her high. Only then did he slowly pull back, his lips glistening with her essence.

Panting heavily, he looked up at her with a satisfied smirk. "That's what I like to see, Princess. You look so beautiful when you cum for me." Leaning back, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before capturing her lips in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Y/N kissed Dean back fiercely, their tongues tangling together in a passionate dance. She could still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through her, making her clit throb with renewed need.

Breaking the kiss, she gazed at Dean with hooded eyes, her voice husky with desire. "I think we've both worked up quite the appetite. Why don't we take this back to the motel room and satisfy it properly?" She grunted as she shimmied her jeans back on, handing him her pink panties. Which he accepted graciously, stuffing them into his jacket pocket.

She reached for the door handle, a coy smile playing on her lips as she glanced back at him. "Unless you'd rather finish what I started here in the car..." The thought of taking her right there, in the backseat of the Impala, sent a thrill of excitement through Dean. But he knew they needed privacy for what he had planned, something far more intimate than quickie sex.

"Nah," he said, grabbing her hand and helping her out of the car on his side instead. "A bed would be better. Besides, I want to savor every inch of you. Plus it’s cold as fuck." She laughed at his words, agreeing with them as he led her toward the motel room after booking the room for a couple of days. He couldn’t resist stealing a glance at her ass swaying provocatively behind her.

Y/N caught Dean looking and winked at him over her shoulder. She loved the way he ogled her, especially when they were alone like this. It made her feel desired, cherished.

Once inside the motel room, she turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his with a sultry promise. "Then why don't you show me exactly how much you want to savor me?" She began to undress slowly, peeling off one piece of clothing after another until she stood before him naked and ready.

Watching y/n strip was like watching a delicious meal being prepared. Each layer peeled away and revealed more of her ravishing body that begged to be touched. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he breathed out, stepping closer to her. His hands reached out to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.

His mouth descended upon hers once again, kissing her deeply as he pressed his body against hers. He could already smell her arousal mingling with the scent of their recent lovemaking. Y/N moaned into Dean's mouth, arching her back to press her breasts further into his hands. She loved the way he touched her, how he took his time to explore every inch of her body.

Pulling away from the kiss, she slid his brown leather jacket off of his broad shoulders. Allowing it to sink to the ground, she then reached for the hem of his shirt, aiding him with peeling it off of his body. "Your turn," she purred, reaching for the waistband of his pants. Dean grinned wickedly as she undressed him, his cock already straining against the confines of his jeans. Once freed, it sprang forth, thick and hard and ready for action.

Once fully undressed, “Jump” He ordered in a gruff tone, grabbing her hips, Y/N obeyed without hesitation, snaking her arms around his shoulder and hoisting herself up with a jump. Dean caught her easily, his girl wrapping her legs tightly around him as his hands gripped her thighs. "Good girl. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't remember your own name." He praised as he carried her towards the bed.

She felt him position himself at her entrance, the head of his cock teasing her slick folds after lowering her onto the mattress, he settled between her thighs, the tip of his cock nudging insistently at her entrance. "Tell me you want it, y/n. Beg for my dick."

"I want it," she whimpered, feeling desperate for his penetration. "Please, Dean... I need you inside me." Arching her back off the bed, she pushed her hips up towards him, trying to impale herself on his length. Dean chuckled lowly at her eagerness, enjoying the sight of her squirming beneath him. With deliberate slowness, he rubbed the tip of his cock along her slit, coating himself in her wetness.

"So impatient," he teased, leaning down to nip at her ear. Finally, mercifully, he thrust forward, burying himself balls-deep inside her tight dripping cunt. A guttural groan tore from his throat at the exquisite sensation. "Fuuuuck, you feel incredible..."

Y/N cried out as Dean filled her completely, her walls clenching around his aching cock. The stretch and fullness was overwhelming, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her nerve endings. "Yes, oh god, yes!" she gasped, her nails digging into Dean's back. "More, please... Harder!"

She rocked her hips against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a fierce kiss as she lost herself in the rhythm of their passion. Driven by her pleas and the intoxicating taste of her lips, Dean began to move within her with increasing urgency. His hips snapped forward, driving his cock deeper into her welcoming warmth with each thrust.

One hand braced on the bed beside her head while the other slid down to tease at her clit, adding another layer of stimulation to their frenzied coupling. "Damn, you're so tight..." he whined, his pace growing more erratic. "Look at you taking my cock so good, like you were made for me...you’re amazing."

Y/N’s breath hitched with every deep thrust, her inner muscles fluttering around Dean's pulsing cock. She could barely form coherent thoughts as waves of pleasure washed over her. "That's it, sweetheart..." she moaned, her voice laced with lust. "Don’t stop. Pleaseee”, Tightening her legs around his waist.

Feeling Y/N’s legs tighten around him, Dean redoubled his efforts, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. He grunted with each stroke, reveling in the sound of her moans and the way her body responded to his touch.

"God, you're so fucking wet for me," he growled, leaning down to bite gently at the soft flesh of her breast. "I can feel how much you want this..." With a powerful thrust, he hit that sweet spot inside her that had her seeing stars.

Y/N shrieked in ecstasy as Dean found that magic spot deep within her, her vision blurring at the edges. She felt like she was teetering on the brink of something immense, her entire being focused on the intense sensations coursing through her.

"Oh god, yes! Right there, Dean!" she screamed, her fingers scrabbling at his back as he pounded into her relentlessly. “Don’t stop, please, I'm so close!" He suddenly pulled out, pulling his cock out of her before yanking her by her feet to the edge of the bed and flipping her onto all fours, y/n let out a startled whimper. But it quickly turned into a high-pitched keen as she felt his cock slam back into her, the new angle allowing him to hit even deeper.

The change in angle intensified the already explosive chemistry between them. Dean gripped y/n’s hips tightly, anchoring her as he continued to pound into her. The clapping of their skins filled the room, "Shit, you look so fucking hot like this," he panted, leaning over her back to whisper in her ear. "Bent over for me like this... Take it all." increasing his pace once more, Dean drove into her with renewed vigor.

The combination of Dean's dirty talk and relentless thrusts had her soaking his cock and she hadn’t even cum yet. Her toes curling and her back arched. "Harder, baby!" she pleaded, pushing back against him with abandon. Begging him to say more dirty praises.

Encouraged by y/n’s pleas, Dean gave her exactly what she wanted. Harder, faster, deeper. Each thrust echoed throughout the room, punctuated by their mingled moans and gasps. "You're such a slut for my cock," he whispered huskily, nipping at her shoulder.

He reached around to rub at her swollen clit, applying just enough pressure to send her spiraling towards climax. The combination of Dean’s cock and his fingers' assault on her pussy proved too much for y/n to bear. As his words and touch coaxed her closer to the edge, she felt her orgasm building like a tidal wave, threatening to consume her entirely.

"Yes, yes, YES!" she wailed, her voice cracking with desperation. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" With a final, brutal thrust, he sent her careening over the precipice. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock as she came undone, her whole body shaking with the force of her release as her eyes flashed again.

Her eyes connected with Dean’s from over her shoulder, a wicked grin on her face. With feeling her pussy convulse around him coupled with the fucking intoxicating sight of y/n’s eyes and that grin playing on her face, Dean buried himself to the hilt and let go, his own orgasm washing over him in waves.

"Fuuuck, y/nnn!" he roared, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself deep inside her quivering cunt. "So fucking perfect..." Collapsing against her momentarily, kissing her shoulder as his softening cock slipped out of her. In almost an instant, he went to work taking care of his girl.

After cleaning her and himself up, the bed dipped as Dean laid beside her, scooping y/n into his arms and pulling her against his chest. His hands roamed over her body, smoothing down her mussed hair, tucking a strand behind her ear before tracing comforting patterns on her skin. He placed tender kisses along her neck and shoulder, soothing her trembling body.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice rough with affection. "Are you okay? Did I go too hard on you?" There was an underlying concern in his tone, a hint of worry that he may have pushed her too far. "No, you did good," Y/N replied, her voice raspy with exhaustion. She snuggled closer to him, relishing the feel of his strong arms around her.

"I'm fine, babe. You didn't hurt me. You always take care of me." She lifted her head to plant a tender kiss on his chin. Dean relaxed, his lips tugging into a small smile. "Good," he replied, his voice gentle as he placed a kiss on her forehead and tucked her head beneath his chin.

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Ypsilanti, Michigan

•December 21st 2007

A little girl stood looking outside through a glass door and a woman stood outside, being interviewed by the Dean and Y/N who were disguised as FBI while Sam and Jo took a look around the house. “Um, my daughter and I were in our beds. Mike was downstairs decorating the tree. I heard a thump on the roof and then I heard Mike scream. And now I’m talking to the FBI.” The woman shakily explained, “And you didn't see any of it?” Dean asked while writing on his notepad.

The woman shook her head as she crossed her arms over her chest, “No, he was… he was just gone.” Y/N stood beside Dean, her gaze drifting towards the little girl standing on the other side of the glass door. She noticed how pale the child looked, her small frame trembling with fear. Y/N felt an ache of sympathy for the helpless girl.

“The doors were locked? There was no forced entry?” Y/N asked, stuffing her hands into her dress pants pockets. “That’s right,” The woman confirmed. “Does anybody else have a key?” Dean asked, “My parents.” The woman answered, “Where do they live?” Y/N asked with furrowed brows. “Florida,” The woman replied. Sam and Jo emerged through the door, “Thanks for letting us have a look around, Mrs. Walsh.” Jo said politely to the woman as Sam fixed his tie.

“I think we, uh, got just about everything we need. We’re all set.” Sam said gently as he stepped onto the porch. Dean and Y/N nodded, “We’ll be in touch.” Dean dismissed, Mrs. Walsh nodded in response. Her face filled with despair as the four headed down her porch, “Agents” she called out to them, the hunters turning back around almost immediately. Concern plastered on their faces, “The police said my husband might have been kidnapped.”

“Could be” Y/N answered, offering the woman a sympathetic look. “Then why haven’t the kidnappers called? O-or – or demanded a ransom? It’s three days till Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?” Mrs. Walsh stuttered, her voice cracking with emotion. Jo sighed heavily, biting her lip before saying. “We’re very sorry” apologetically. Mrs. Walsh’s face fell once more as she turned and walked back into her hour and the four made their way down her stairs.

“Find anything?” Dean asked Sam and Jo, the couple sighing. “Stocking, mistletoe… this.” Sam replied, handing Dean the small piece of evidence from out of his pocket, wiping his hand in his jacket. “A tooth? Where was this?” Dean’s face scrunched up in disgust as he accepted it, holding it up to examine the bloody tooth. “In the chimney.” Jo answered, fixing her blouse.

“Chimney? No way a man fits up a chimney. It’s too narrow.” Y/N pointed out. “No way he fits up in one piece.” Sam retorted. “Alright, so, if dad went up the chimney—” Dean began. “We need to find out what dragged him up there.” Sam finished, the four sharing a determined look.

Now in Dean and Y/N’s motel room, pictures of demons were pinned up on the wall. Sam and Y/N were searching the Internet for information about demons on their laptops. Jo sprawled across the bed, flicking her knife in her hand as she read a book about demons. The door suddenly opened and Dean walked inside, carrying a brown paper bag. “So, was I right? Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?” Dean chimed, closing the door behind him.

Y/N snorted in amusement, rubbing her forehead as Sam deadpanned, “Yep. It's, uh, it’s actually Dick Van Dyke.” Dean’s face scrunched up in confusion, “Who?” His brows furrowed, “Mary Poppins?” Jo stated as if it was obvious, pushing herself up from the bed. “Who’s that?” Dean asked once more, causing Sam, Jo and Y/N’s jaws to drop. “Oh come on- ugh, never mind.” Sam scoffed, waving his hand, dropping his hand in defeat.

Y/N shook her head as she took up her coffee mug from the table, sipping it. Dean shrugged, setting the brown bag down next to Y/N, “Well, it turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month.” He scratched his head as he informed them, “Oh yeah?” Y/N asked as he walked over to the table to place a kiss on top of her head before peeling off his leather jacket. “Yeah” he answered.

“The other guy get dragged up the chimney, too?” Jo asked as she stuck her knife into her pocket and walked over to the coffee pot. “Don’t know. Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof.” Dean answered with a frown, glancing over to his brother who wore the same expression. The brothers shrugged simultaneously. “So, what the hell do you think we’re dealing with?” Dean asked as he walked over to the bed to place his jacket.

“Actually, I have an idea.” Sam began, “Good, cause’ I’ve got horse shit.” Y/N grumbled, shutting her laptop as she leaned back into her chair. “Yeah, it’s uh, gonna sound crazy.” Sam warned them, “What could you possibly say that sounds crazy to us?” Dean chuckled, the other two women wearing expectant looks. “So…get this, and hear me out—” Sam began, pushing himself up. The three hunters nodded, “Evil Santa” Sam said sheepishly.

Dean paused, making eye contact with Y/N, who’s brows shot to the roof and Jo tilted her head. “Yeah, that’s crazy” Dean confirmed, Sam rolled his eyes but agreed. “Yeah. I mean, I’m just saying that there’s some version of the anti-Claus in every culture.” Sam defended, showing Dean and Y/N some pictures. Jo padded over to her boyfriend with two coffee mugs in her handis, extending one towards him. He thanked her before continuing, “You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter. Whatever you want to call it, there’s all sorts of lore.” As he handed Y/N the pictures.

She accepted, her own boyfriend walked over to her and leaned downwards to get a proper look. “Saying what?” Y/N asked, shuffling the pictures. “Saying…” Sam began as he took a sip of his coffee, he wrapped his free arm around Jo’s waist. She stood next to him as he leaned back in his chair. “…back in the day, Santa’s brother went rogue and now he shows up around Christmas time, but instead of bringing presents, he punishes the wicked.”

“By hauling their ass up chimneys?” Dean asked skeptically, Y/N snorted in amusement, gently tapping Dean on his stomach with the pictures. “For starters, yeah.” Sam answered, ignoring his brother's skeptical look as Jo snickered softly, sipping her coffee. “So, this is your theory, huh? Santa’s shady brother?” Dean said as he crossed his arms. Y/N rolled her eyes at the way Dean quickly dismissed the possibility. Sam sighed, glancing over to his girlfriend for support.

“He’s just saying that’s what the lore says” Jo defended, “Santa doesn’t have a brother. There is no Santa.” Dean shot back, “Yeah, I know. You’re the one who told us that in the first place, remember?” Y/N piped up, shooting Dean a look over her shoulder that made him shrink. He felt his heart drop in his chest, looking down guilty as Sam and Y/N shared a sad look. Jo glanced between the three with curious eyes, sensing more to what Y/N just dropped.

Sam frowned as he turned back to his computer and Y/N gulped down the rest of her coffee. Sam sighed heavily, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair, “Yeah, you know what, I could be wrong. I…” Sam sighed again, shutting his computer. “..gotta be wrong.” He muttered, Dean glanced over to Sam and then to Y/N. The wheels turned in his head before he said, “Maybe, maybe not” He said, placing up a finger. The three looked at him with intrigue. “What?” Y/N asked.

“I did a little digging. Turns out both victims visited the same place before they got snatched.” Dean explained, “Where?” Jo asked, her brows furrowed.

A little later, the four found themselves in a Santa’s Village. Christmas music played through the park, children were playing and people wearing Christmas costumes were walking around. Some in reindeer outfits, elves, you name it. The park was nicely decorated to accommodate any family and their children to visit ‘Santa’.

“It does kind of lend credence to the theory, don’t it?” Dean commented as they walked into the park, his hands stuffed into his jacket. Y/N and Jo walked between the boys, Y/N next to Dean and Jo next to Sam, “Yeah, but anti-Claus? Couldn’t be.” Sam scoffed, “Yeah, it’s a miracle. Dare I say, a Christmas miracle” Y/N deadpanned, earning laughs from everyone. Dean had a thoughtful look, shifting his gaze to Y/N before saying with a smile,

“Hey, speaking of, we should have one this year. All four of us, we should celebrate” Dean suggested, Jo’s face lit up at the suggestion but Sam felt like vomiting and Y/N’s face scrunched up, “Have one what?” Sam muttered, “A Christmas! I’m with Dean, we should celebrate” Jo said excitedly, Y/N and Sam threw each other glances but then Sam softened, his eyes glued to his girlfriend’s enthusiasm. Still, he shook his head, “Yeah. No thanks”

Sam had to force himself not to look at Jo because her face fell almost immediately, a deep frown replacing her smile, “Oh, come on! Why not? This is our first holiday season all together.” Jo pleaded, her eyes widening as she gripped Sam by his bicep and shook him. “Yeah, listen to Barbie, we’ll get a tree, a little Boston market, just like when we were little.” Dean tried to persuade them, “Charming, those weren’t exactly Hallmark memories for us, you know.” Y/N said with a dry chuckle.

Sam chuckled dryly in agreement. “What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases.” Dean said confused, Sam and Y/N looked over at Dean with faces that said, ‘the fuck?’. “Whose childhood are you talking about?” Sam scoffed. “Oh, come on, guys,” Dean whined. “Oh come on, don’t be such a party pooper” Jo whined, she wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck and tried to give him her puppy eyes.

She tried her best to pout, and the corners slightly turned in an attempt to look innocent and pathetic. Y/N looked over to Dean, who was also trying to bring out his best puppy dog eyes. The elder Winchester grabbing his girlfriend by her waist, Y/N almost melted into his resolve as Sam almost melted into Jo’s resolve but the two held up a strong front, glancing over to each other with looks that said, ‘Are they fuckin’ serious right now?’

“No! Just… no.” Sam said sadly, shaking his head. Y/N nodded in agreement, a solemn look on her face. “Dean, it’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you. It’s just—….no.” Y/N said firmly. Jo’s face fell once more as Dean looked surprised at the fact that not even their pleading worked. “Alright, grinches” He scoffed, forcefully taking his hands off of Y/N’s waist and walking away. Jo let go of Sam, nodding understandably. She placed a kiss on Sam's cheek, saying, “It’s okay, Sammy,” before excusing herself to the bathroom.

“You coming?” She asked Y/N, but the psychic shook her head, “I’m fine’ as she watched Dean storm off with a frown. Jo nodded sadly, making his way to the bathroom as Sam and Y/N shared a look before she let out a sigh. “You’d think after all these years he’d understand that Christmas isn’t our cup of tea” Y/N said with a shake of her head.

“You’d think” Sam chuckled dryly and rolled his eyes, “I don’t get it, he’s never made a big deal about it before…” Y/N shrugged, shoving her hands into her pockets. “Maybe he just really wants a family Christmas?” She suggested, her eyes piercing her boyfriend’s back standing in front of Santa Claus’s cottage with a thoughtful look. “Maybe” Sam muttered, getting lost in his own thoughts as he stared at a reindeer.

Broken Bow, Nebraska

•Christmas Eve, 1991

Reindeers pull Santa’s sleigh across the sky on the TV, which is playing “A Year Without Santa Claus”. Eight-year-old Sammy and Y/N/N were kneeling on the ground, both wrapping something with newspapers. “What is that?” Twelve-year-old Dean asked from the window still, where he was looking out for their dads, praying they’d be back for Christmas.

“A present for Dad” Sam answered as Y/N nodded, “I got something for daddy, too” Y/N said excitedly while Dean scoffed, “Yeah, right. Where’d you get the money? Steal it?” Y/N rolled her eyes as Sam looked at Dean with sharp squinted eyes. “No, Uncle Bobby gave it to us to give to ‘em. Said it was real special.” Sam smiled as he and Y/N put the finishing pieces of tape around the newspaper. “What is it?” Dean asked curiously, trying to catch a peep, “A pony” Y/N shot back sarcastically, hiding it away.

Dean scoffed again, a small blush playing on his cheeks. “Very funny,” he deadpanned as he made his way around the couch, sitting down next to her and taking up a magazine. “You’re just jealous” Y/N mumbled, shoving his leg with her shoulder as she poked her tongue out at him. Dean shook his head, smiling at her as she finished up wrapping the gift. They grew silent, the only sound being the tv playing the same Christmas movie from before.

“Dean?” Sam piped up from the ground. “Yeah, squirt?” Dean asked, not tearing his gaze from the magazine he was reading. “Dad and Mr. L/N are gonna be here, right?” Sam asked. Dean sighed, lowering the magazine in his hands. “They’ll be here.” Dean assured his little brother softly. Dean himself seemed unsure, despite trying to convince the two. A small pout played on Y/N’s lips at the thought of not seeing her dad for the holidays.

Especially when for the first time she actually had something to give to him, “But it’s Christmas” she whined. “I know, princess” Dean said as he reached his hand over, tousling her hair. “They know and they’ll be here. Promise.” he assured her. Sam was still looking over at his brother, a frown playing on his face. “Promise?” Sam asked timidly, to which Dean placed his hand on his brother’s head, ruffling his hair too. “Promise”

Y/N smiled, holding up her pinky. Dean snorted, rolling his eyes before interlocking his own pinky with her. The younger girl’s face flushed as she pushed back her hair once she let go of Dean’s pinky. “Where are they, anyway?” She asked curiously, a slightly nervous look on her face. She didn't want to hear ‘on business’ again from Dean, she didn’t even believe it when he said that. Because what ‘business man’ teaches his then six-year-old daughter how to shoot a gun?

“On business.” Dean answered dryly, flipping through the magazine. Sam and Y/N shared an unconvinced look, “What kind of business?” Sam pressed, “They sell stuff, you guys know that” Dean replied.

“What kind of stuff?” Y/N pushed, “Stuff” Dean shot back vaguely. Sam and Y/N sighed, shaking their heads. “Nobody ever tells us anything” Sam frowned, “Then quit asking” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes as he pushed himself up from the couch, not wanting to have this conversation. He made his way around to his bed, Y/N’s eyes following his every single move. He brushed off the diner food wrapping papers from his bed and onto the ground with a sigh, settling on the bed with his magazine.

Sam and Y/N glanced at each other, a saddened look crossing their faces. They hated feeling like they were such a bother, but they were just curious. “Dean?” Sam called out to his brother, and he groaned in response, running a hand down his face. “What now, squirt?” he grumbled, lowering the magazine. “Are they spies?” Sam asked as he and Y/N pushed themselves onto the couch, their elbows bracing in the back as they propped themselves. “Mm-hmm. They’re James Bond and Austin Powers.” Dean answered sarcastically.

“Why do we move around so much?” Y/N asked. Dean grew annoyed, “Cause’ everywhere we go, they get sick of your faces.” He shot back. Y/N’s face contorted in anger at the reply, her hands balling into fists, “Shut up!”

“No, you shut up” Dean shot back immaturely.

“Shut up, you suck!” Y/N shouted as she jumped over the couch and paced over to his bed.

“You shut up times infinity, you suck more!” Dean stood up, towering over her.

“Shut up times infinity times twenty!” She screamed back, tiptoeing to get in his face.

“You shut up first!” The two went back and forth, their voices getting louder and more heated by the second. Sam sighed, his head falling into his hands in embarrassment. “You two idiots, knock it off!” Sam yelled over their bickering, jumping over the chair to pull Y/N back from tackling his brother. “No, I’mma beat the crap out of him! Let me go, Sammy!” Y/N yelled, struggling in his grip.

Dean snorted in amusement, not really mad at her, he was just happy he got them to drop the subject. Sam rolled his eyes, pulling her back, “We’re old enough, Dean. You can tell us the truth” Sam went back to the subject in hand, Dean sighed as Y/N began to calm down, “You don’t wanna know the truth. Believe me.” Dean assured him, “I don’t get it, charming. Why won’t you tell us?” Y/N groaned, slightly frustrated. Dean sighed, shaking his head.

“Is that why we never talk about…our moms?” Sam asked wearily, gulping. This made Dean snap. He tossed his magazine to the side, marching over and getting in his little brother’s face. “Shut up! Don’t you ever talk about mom and Auntie M/N. Ever!”

Sam flinched at his older brother’s sudden outburst, his face falling. Y/N felt her heart lurch at the way Sam was being yelled at and at the subject of their mothers. Also flinching, she wanted to curl up in a ball with the way Dean snapped. She quickly pulled an equally terrified Sam back. Shoving the taller boy behind her.

Dean snapped out of his anger when he realized how terrified his little brother and Y/N looked. He felt bad, he knew he shouldn’t have reacted in such an aggressive way. The only reason he truly reacted like that was due to the way John and F/N would yell at him when he asked about them. He backed up, quickly picking up his jacket, “Wait, where are you going?” Sam’s shaky but concerned voice called out to his brother. “Out” he answered with a scoff as he put his jacket on. “When are you gonna come back?” Y/N’s voice piped up, sounding smaller.

Her eyes were fixed on the floor, she seemed to be trying to hold her tears back. Dean gritted his teeth, his breath hitched in a guilty way. He didn’t answer nor look back, instead he shut the door harshly behind him. Leaving Sam and Y/N in the room alone. Y/N looked at the door with a saddened look with tears threatening to fall from her eyes. It was silent, the only sound was the movie playing on the T.V.

“What did we do?” Sam croaked out, his voice just as sad. She frowned, pulling him into a tight hug, “Nothing” she whispered.

Ypsilanti, Michigan

•December 21st 2007 - Present Time

Y/N snapped out of her reminiscing as Jo made her way back to them, zipping up her pants and Dean paced back over to them. “You’d think with the 10 bucks it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow.” Dean grumbled with distaste. “What?” Y/N asked, blinking rapidly while Sam was still lost in his head. Jo noticed the distant look on her boyfriend’s face and gently placed her hand on his chest, “You okay, baby?” She asked gently.

Sam seemed to snap back to reality as looked down to see his girlfriend’s concerned eyes staring up at him. He sighed, “No, yeah. I’m fine. Just remembering something.” He lied while forcing a smile on his face, to which Y/N’s frown deepened. Wondering if he was thinking of the same thing. “What’d you say, Dean?” Sam asked, clearing his throat. “Nothing. What are we looking for, again?” Dean asked, waving his finger at his surroundings.

“Um…” Sam began, looking around, “…lore says that the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets.” He explained as they all began walking more into the park. “Great. So we’re looking for a pimp Santa. Why the sweets?” Dean scoffed, Y/N chuckled in amusement at the analogy. “Think about it, Dean. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know?” She explained. Dean’s brows furrowed along with Jo’s, “That’s creepy.” Jo commented. They all lightly chuckled, “Agreed, sister” Dean grimaced.

“How does this thing even know who’s been naughty and who’s been nice?” Dean asked, “I don’t know.” Sam answered honestly as they stopped in front of a small barn. Sitting in front was a man wearing a Santa Claus costume and a line of parents with their kids. People dressed up as elves directed them as a woman with her son approached Santa. “So, Ronny, come sit on Santa’s knee.” The man patted his knee, groaning as he helped the boy onto his lap.

“Ah, there you go. You been a good boy this year?” Santa asked. “Yeah” Ronny answered timidly. “Good. Santa’s got a special gift for you.” Santa cackled a bit creepily as he rubbed Ronny’s back. The hunters looked on speculatively, Y/N and Jo grimacing along with Sam. “Maybe we do” Dean answered his own question from before, as Ronny’s mother took his hand and led him away from Santa.

Then, a woman in an elf costume walked up to the hunters with a cheerful smile, “Welcome to Santa’s court. Can I escort your child to Santa?” She asked, “Uh…” Sam stammered as Jo shook her head. “No. No. Uh, but actually my brother here it's been a lifelong dream of his.” Dean said with a mischievous smile, smacks Sam on his shoulder. Sam sideeyed Dean as Y/N covered her mouth, trying not to laugh and Jo shook her head at the elder Winchester. Though she was amused.

The woman looked at Sam as though he was a freak, “Uh, sorry. No kids over… 12.” Sam shook his head, trying to clarify the situation. “No, he’s just kidding. We only came here to watch.” Sam’s words made Jo physically facepalm and Y/N squeeze her eyes shut to stop herself from laughing once more as Dean shook his head at the elf with a smirk. The elf backed up with a look of disgust, “Ew” before darting in the other direction.

Sam’s face fell when he now realized how it sounded, “I-I didn’t mean that we came here to w- Y- ” He tried to defend himself, only to snap his gaze over to his hysterical brother and surrogate sister, who were clutching their stomachs and wheezing. “Thanks a lot, Dean. Thanks for that.” Sam deadpanned, stuffing his hands back into his pocket.

Dean chuckled, ruffling his little brother’s hair affectionately. “No problem, Sammy.” Dean replied with a smirk, winking at Y/N, who was still holding her abdomen from how hard she was laughing. Jo scoffed, shaking her head in amusement also. Suddenly, his face turned serious as the man dressed as Santa Claus hobbled off his chair, “Check it out.” Dean drew their attention to him as he limped past them, their eyes following his every move.

With furrowed brows and curious eyes, the four watched while Y/N and Dean’s noses caught a sweet scent radiating from the man, “Are you guys seeing this?” Y/N muttered to them in an urgent tone. Dean nodded as Sam and Jo shrugged, “A lot of people walk with limps, right?” Jo dismissed skeptically. Dean’s face fell, “Tell me you didn’t smell that. That was candy, man.” He insisted, “That was Ripple. I think. Had to be.” Sam shot back, tilting his head to look at Santa once more.

“Maybe” Y/N sighed at the fact that they could be right, “We willing to take that chance? Dean asked with a raised brow in their direction. Sam and Jo shared a look, communicating with their eyes whether they should or shouldn’t. “Hey, we’ve chased a lot worse.” Jo mumbled, “Fair point.” Sam muttered back.

They ended up finding themselves staking out a simple house that was decorated with Christmas lights, which belonged to the man dressed as Santa Claus. It was nightfall and they had already been there, bored out of their minds in the Impala. Y/N and Jo were half-asleep out of their asses in the backseat while Sam sat shotgun with his brother.

Dean yawned, his head leaning back against the chair. He glanced wearily over at his brother who was resting his head in his hand, staring straight ahead. “I hate stakeouts.” Sam grumbled while Dean nodded in agreement, “Mm. Yup.” He replied, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?” Dean asked with another yawn, “Same as the last time you asked.” Sam deadpanned. That earned him an unimpressed look from Dean as he chuckled slightly and held up a thermos, “Here. Caffeinate” he handed it to Dean.

Y/N was now beginning to wake up as Dean accepted the thermos with an appreciative groan, sitting up straight to open it. Once opened, he attempted to pour some into the cap but he came up empty. His face fell before he stuffed the cap back on, mumbling a sarcastic, “Wonderful” Chucking the thermos back into Sam’s hands.

Hearing her boyfriend’s crankiness, she carefully placed Jo’s head from resting on her shoulder to her lap and reached into her duffel bag, which was placed on the floorboards in the backseat. She dug around a bit and pulled out a Snicker’s bar.

Dean looked over his shoulder, noticing his girlfriend digging through her bag. He then looked down when a Snicker’s bar landed in his lap. His face lit up immediately like an excited puppy, glancing back over at her with a bright smile as she handed Sam a pack of gum. “I love you” Dean cooed before ripping the wrapping paper open with his teeth.

Y/N chuckled softly, “I love you more” she whispered, leaning over to press a kiss to the back of his neck while Sam opened his pack of gum. “So much better” Dean grumbled while taking a bite out of the Snickers bar. He chewed, taking a few seconds to look at it before holding it out to Y/N. “Want some?” He mumbled. she shook her head, “No thank you. Those are for you” she replied with a fond smile.

He pouted at her refusal, but shrugged and continued eating. Dean thought to himself for a second, his eyes flickering between Sam and Y/N, watching as Sam handed a stick of gum to her. Jo began to stir a bit in Y/N’s lap. Blinking her eyes a bit, her ears perked up when Dean suddenly asked, “Hey, guys?” He began, “Yeah?” Sam and Y/N answered in unison. “Why are you two boy and girl that hate Christmas?” Dean asked curiously, their eyes darkened. Sharing an exasperated look.

“Dean-” Sam groaned as Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose before wiping her mouth. “I mean, I admit it. You know, we had a few bumpy holidays when we were kids.” Dean admitted, chewing on his snickers bar. “Bumpy?” Y/N scoffed bitterly, “That was then. We’ll do it right this year.” Dean insisted. Sam’s tired features deepened while Jo listened in, now wide awake. “Look, Dean. If you want to have Christmas, knock yourself out. Just don’t involve us.” Sam said tiredly, turning to Y/N.

“You with me, y/n/n?” He asked for her to back him up. Y/N met his eyes as she lazily leaned back into the seat. “I’m with you, brother,” She said firmly, pumping a fist in the air. Dean looked at his brother and girlfriend with disbelief and a twinge of hurt as Jo rose from Y/N’s lap. “Oh, yeah, that’d be great. Me and myself making cranberry molds.” Dean muttered sarcastically.

“I’ll make ‘em with you, Dean.” Jo chimed in with a yawn, stretching out her stiff muscles. Dean smirked, “See? There’s someone with Christmas cheer.” he said, pointing a finger at her. Y/N rolled her eyes as Sam scoffed, his eyes softened when he glanced at his girlfriend’s tired face. “You sleep well, angel?” Jo smiled tiredly, “As good as I’ll get in this piece of junk” she replied cheekily, reaching a hand over to cup his face. Sam leaned into it, kissing her palm.

Dean looked visibly offended while Y/N cupped a hand over her mouth. “Hey, don’t hate on Baby” He scowled. “I don’t hate her” Jo laughed, “I just don’t find her comfortable. At all. But she takes us from point A to point B, so that’s all that matters.” she assured him, pinching his cheek. Dean scoffed bitterly, slapping her hand away from his face as Sam and Y/N rolled with hysteria in their seats.

“Asshole” He scowled again, crossing his arms over his chest. “Prick” Jo bit back with a cheekily smile to her surrogate brother. Once the giggles died down and the banter was over, the group was once again silent, watching the house when out of nowhere, Santa, still in his red cap, but in a green tank top. Peered through his window and then closed his curtains.

“What’s up with Saint Nicotine?” Dean mumbled curiously. Y/N raised a brow at him, all switching into Hunter mode when a woman screamed, “Oh, my God!” The four jumped out of the car and rushed over with drawn guns to the man’s front door. Dean and Y/N both peeked into the door when they heard Sam scoff, “Huh?” They turned to him with curious faces, “What?” Dean asked in a low tone.

“Nothing. It’s just that, uh… well, you know, Mr. Gung Ho Christmas might have to blow away Santa.” Sam snickered to himself, Y/N pulled her lips into her mouth to stop herself from smiling while Jo shot her boyfriend a light glare and Dean had a blank look on his face. “Shut up, ass, and kick the door in” Jo ordered, looking at Sam for him to do as told. Sam rolled his eyes, but did so without question.

The four rush in to see Santa sitting on the couch, holding a giant bong and a bottle of whiskey. Their eyes peered around the scrappy house, now realizing Santa was only watching TV as he stumbled to his feet. They quickly hid their guns behind their back, “What the hell are you doing here?” Santa demanded, his tone slurred. “I’m really not interested, okay?” The man on the TV said. “Mistle my toe. Roast my chestnut. Egg my nog.” The woman on the TV insisted seductively.

Sam and Jo looked over at Dean and Y/N panicked, the couple sharing a nervous look. “Ah, w-” Sam stammered as Dean cleared his throat, bringing a closed fist to his mouth. “S-siiiiiilent niiiiight…” He sang badly, clearing his throat again. “Hoooolyyy niiiight” Dean glanced over at a bewildered Jo and Sam and Y/N, who were both smiling awkwardly. Santa began laughing, sitting down to enjoy the show as the other three hunters began singing along.

“All is well…” They mumbled the lyrics terribly, barely remembering the classic Christmas Carol. “…all is dry.” Santa slurred along drunkenly. “Round and round…da-da da da daaaa” With that, Sam gripped Jo by his wrist while Dean gripped Y/N by hers and quickly pulled them out of the house.

Once at the Impala, they all collapsed with laughter, holding on to their sides. “That was priceless” Jo guffawed, leaning against the car. “I could have gone the rest of my life without hearing you three sing” Sam chuckled. Dean tried to keep a hard face but he was amused by it, “We speak nothing of this” Sam, Jo and Y/N nodded, still letting out a chuckle that would pop up every few seconds.

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•December 22nd, 2007

The next morning, they got notification from police radio that there had been another attack and kidnapping at a family house. Y/N and Jo decided to be the ones to go in and check it out, leaving Sam and Dean back in their rooms to get some rest since they were tired and the two women got more rest the previous night. “So, that’s how your son described the attack? ‘Santa took daddy up the chimney’?” Y/N asked Mrs. Caldwell, both her and Jo strolling into her living room behind her.

The petite woman nodded timidly, crossing her hands over her chest, “That’s what he says, yes.” She responded shakily, wiping the bruise under her eye. “And where were you?” Y/N asked politely as Jo took notes on Sam’s notepad. “I was asleep and all of a sudden…” Mrs. Caldwell sniffed, tearing up and her voice cracking as she reminisced of the events from the night before, “I was being dragged out of bed, screaming.”

“Did you see the attacker?” Jo asked, trying to be as professional and sympathetic as possible. Mrs. Caldwell’s face scrunched up as she shook her head, “It was dark, and he hit me. He knocked me out.” The psychic nodded understandingly, “I’m sorry, I know this is hard” Y/N and Jo shared a concerned glance, the former placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “We’ll find whoever did this.” Y/N promised, giving the woman an encouraging smile which she weakly returned.

Jo’s head tilted when she noticed something familiar sitting at the fireplace, clearing her throat awkwardly before asking, “Yeah… um, Mrs. Caldwell, where, where did you get that wreath above the fireplace?” Y/N looked around at the wreath, and blinked, a little puzzled. “Excuse me?” Mrs. Caldwell’s brows creased towards the younger hunter, taken back by the weird question. Y/N looked at Jo expectantly for an answer, the latter shrugging and smiling awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Just curious”

“Wreaths, huh? Sure you didn’t want to ask her about her shoes? I saw some nice handbags in the foyer.” Y/N relentlessly teased Jo with a smirk as they walked down the driveway and towards her bike, “Fuck off, slut” Jo groaned, hitting Y/N in the arm. “We’ve seen that wreath before, Y/N.” She added firmly. Y/N’s brows furrowed, “Where?” She asked as she picked up both the helmets from her Harley and handed one to Jo.

“The Walshes’. Yesterday.” Jo stated as if it was obvious. Y/N froze in her spot, her eyes widening in realization. “I know. I was just testing you.” She scoffed, waving it off as if she knew. “Uh huh. Sure you were” Jo scoffed, rolling her eyes as she climbed onto the bike. Y/N flipped her off, climbing on as well. She placed the helmet on her head, starting the bike with a twist of her key and revving it before the engine roared to life.

Now back in Dean and Y/N’s shared motel room, Jo held one bag with food and her other hand with a tray of drinks as Y/N shoved the key into the hole and twisted it, opening the door. There they found Dean at the table, chugging coffee and Sam on the phone with Bobby, pacing the room. “Are you sure? Alright, yeah. Check it out, and we’ll… I don’t know, call you back.” Sam’s voice could be heard as both women walked in.

“Bobby, huh? Find any lore?” Dean asked, setting the coffee pot down. Sam nodded, “He’s looking into it now. Said he’d call us back.” He answered. “Breakfast!” Jo announced as she gently placed the drinks down as well as the bag of food onto the table as Y/N pressed a kiss to Dean’s head. He chuckled softly, tilting his head up in time to catch Y/N’s lips with his own. Sam made a disgusted noise of protest, “Get a room.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “This is our room, dumbass” She bit back, receiving a poked out tongue from Sam in response. To which she snickered, “How’d it go, girls?” Sam asked as Jo padded over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Pretty good…” Y/N began to explain, digging through the bag of food. Placing their respective boxes in-front of everyone’s chair. Sam listened intently while Dean stared at his food intently, digging in instantly.

The three ate while Sam called Bobby again and informed him about the similar wreaths the girls found out about. “Yeah, all right. Well, keep looking, would you? Thanks, Bobby.” Sam said once more, hanging up. “Well… we’re not dealing with the anti-Claus.” Sam began, making his way back to his seat. “What did Bobby say?” Y/N asked curiously through a mouthful of egg while Dean scarfed down his entire breakfast like he’s been starved.

“Uh, that we're morons. He also said that it was probably meadowsweet in those wreaths.” Sam snorted as he reached below the table to pull out his laptop from his satchel. “Wow! Amazing.” Dean mumbled half-heartedly, sticking into a piece of bacon with his fork. Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. “You have no idea what the hell meadowsweet is, do you?” She called him out.

Dean stopped mid-chew, glancing up, his fork pausing halfway. “Nope” He snorted, stuffing the bacon in his mouth. Sam and Jo chuckle amusedly, sharing a look as Y/N shook her head, peeling out a napkin from the bag and wiping some of the bacon grease from Dean’s mouth. “I swear, you eat like a two-year-old” She muttered, dabbing the corner of his lips.

“You love me.” He mumbled, smiling cheekily when she wiped away some more grease. Sam shook his head as he placed his laptop, opening it to begin researching the plant and eating his breakfast in between. “So get this-” Sam started, sipping his coffee. He placed the paper cup down beside Jo’s hand as he continued. “According to the lore. It’s pretty rare and it’s probably the most powerful plant in pagan lore.” He explained, “Pagan lore?” Jo asked, her brows furrowed as she licked her fork.

“Yeah. See, they used meadowsweet for human sacrifice. It was kind of like a… Chum for their gods. Gods were drawn to it and they’d stop by and snack on whatever was the nearest human.” He further explained, “Why would somebody be using that for Christmas wreaths?” Dean asked with a mouth full of bacon, Y/N pointed firmly at him to chew and swallow before he spoke. To which he smiled sheepishly and shrugged. “It's not as crazy as it sounds, Dean. I mean, pretty much every Christmas tradition is pagan.” Sam pointed out.

Y/N and Jo nodded in agreement, “Christmas is Jesus’s birthday.” Dean stated, picking up his coffee. Y/N tilted her head in his direction, “No, Jesus’s birthday was probably in the fall. It was actually the winter solstice festival that was co-opted by the Church and renamed ‘Christmas’.” She informed him while Sam nodded along in agreement. “But I mean, the Yule log, the tree, even Santa’s red suit, that’s all remnants of pagan worship.” Sam added.

Dean looked genuinely baffled, “How do you know that? What are you gonna tell me next? Easter bunny’s Jewish?” He scoffed, stuffing his mouth with more bacon. Sam, Jo and Y/N shared amused looks as he asked, “So y’all think we’re dealing with a pagan God?” Sam nodded as he wiped his mouth, scrolling through some pictures of the possible Gods, “Yeah, probably Hold Nickar, God of the winter solstice.”

“And all these Martha Stewart wannabes, buying these fancy wreaths. What’s that about?” Jo asked, still confused. “Yeah, it’s pretty much like putting a neon sign on your front door saying ‘Come kill us’.” Sam told her, chewing on his eggs. “Great.” Y/N murmured sarcastically, sipping her coffee. Sam shrugged, squinting his eyes as he read an article on the laptop. He leaned forward, “Huh… When you sacrifice to Hold Nickar, guess what he gives you in return.”

“Lap dances, hopefully.” Dean joked, wiggling his brows at an unamused Y/N while Jo snorted, the former shoving Dean playfully while the latter shook her head smiling. “Shut up, idiot. Let him finish.” Y/N playfully chastised him. “Mild weather.” Sam deadpanned, rolling his eyes. All of their heads shot up in realization, Dean leaned back in his chair to glance out the window. “Like no snow in the middle of December in the middle of Michigan.”

He pointed out, gesturing to the window with his thumb before licking the maple syrup off of it. “For instance.” Sam nodded in confirmation, “Do we know how to kill it yet?” Jo asked, “No, Bobby’s working on that right now.” Sam responded, shaking his head. He then turned the laptop to show Dean the article. The elder Winchester began scrolling through as Sam said, “We got to figure out where they’re selling those wreaths.”

Dean raised a brow at him, “You think they’re selling them on purpose? Feeding the victims to this thing?” Sam shrugged in return, “Let’s find out” he sighed. “Why don’t we go? You fellas can stay in and get some rest” Y/N suggested, nudging Jo. The brothers shared an uneasy look. Sam turned and looked at Y/N doubtfully, “You sure?” He asked, not comfortable with sending them off without them again.

“We’ll be fine, Sammy. Besides, what’s the big, bad pagan God gonna do to us in a wreath shop, huh?” Y/N chuckled, ruffling his hair playfully after she and Jo got up from the table and to get their jackets. Dean got up as well, placing his trash in the garbage while mumbling, “I don’t like this.” To which Y/N rolled her eyes as she slid on her leather jacket, “How bout this? We gather the intel and you guys can go and gank the bastard. Sound fair?.” Jo suggested as she slid on her Jean jacket, zipping it up and pulling her hair out from beneath the collar.

Both brothers shared an uncertain look but eventually they nodded in reluctance. Y/N grinned smugly, “That’s what I thought” Dean shook his head, amused as he approached her. He wrapped his around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest. “Be careful. Okay?” He said lowly, looking her in the eyes. “Quit acting like I’m some newbie hunter, Winchester” Y/N quipped, snaking her arms around his neck before pressing her lips to his.

Jo did the same, padding over to Sam, who was still sitting at the table with a look of reluctance. “We’ll be fine, baby. We can handle ourselves” She assured her boyfriend, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. Sam nodded, trying to mask his worry. Dean gave Y/N a squeeze and a final kiss before letting go and patting her on the butt. She playfully scowled, rolling her eyes at him before turning to Jo. “Ready?”

“Yup” Jo nodded. The women shared one last look with their guys before exiting the motel room. As Y/N stepped out, closing the door behind her. “Everything okay with them? They’re acting worried for no reason” Jo commented as she rubbed her hands together. Y/N shrugged in return, leading the way to her bike, “Y’know men and their protectiveness, the Winchesters are like that but times ten.”

Jo rolled her eyes, scoffing, “Don’t I know it. Sam worries over me all the time.” She chuckled, hopping onto the back of the bike. Y/N chuckled as well, fastening her helmet. “Dean does it with me as well. He constantly tried to act all macho but he’s a big, lovable softy that surprisingly likes being the small spoon” She agreed, kicking the stand up before swinging her leg over and starting her bike.

Quinn roared as she revved the engine, the sound slightly muffling Jo’s laughter to her statement. Jo smirked wide, “Sam’s the same way. The man’s built like a damn rock, but he’s a huge baby at heart.” She chuckled at the thought, adjusting the way she sat on the seat, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s waist. “Brothers indeed” Y/N snorted before easing onto the road.

Y/N parked Quinn outside The Cozy Crafts. They spent hours in the town, looking into the meadowsweet wreaths but no shop seemed to know of them. They were internally hoping that this was the one because all they wanted to do was get back to their motel rooms and cuddle with their guys. There were numerous Christmas wreaths on display, they both hopped off the bike, stretching their stiff limbs before walking towards the shop. They entered, bells above the door ringing, announcing their arrival.

The scent of pine and cinnamon greeted them from the numerous candles dispersed around the shop, a sweet melody of Deck The Halls playing quietly by the front desk. A kind looking, elderly man stood behind the register, greeting the two women, “Help you, ladies?” He asked in a friendly tone. “Uh, hope so. Uh…” Y/N responded in a friendly tone, trying to come up with a story on the spot. A small smirk played on her face as she began, “…we were playing Jenga over at the Walshes’ the other night, and, uh… well—” She pointed to Jo.

“—she hasn’t shut up since about this Christmas wreath, and… I don’t know, why don’t you tell him, sweetie?” She reached over, patting Jo on her ass. The younger hunter looked unamused, her lips pressed to a thin line, “Sure.” she deadpanned before turning to face the shopkeeper. “It was yummy.” The shopkeeper glanced between the two women unconvinced, the psychic shooting the man a nervous smile. Jo’s eyes widened so she immediately began playing along.

She gave a fake, but convincing whine, “Oh my God! You have nooo idea. It was gorgeous, I just need to get my hands on it.” She complimented, playing the role of a snobby, upper-class wife. Y/N stifled an amused chuckle at the way she spoke. “I sell a lot of wreaths, ladies” The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes at them, “Right, right, but- but you see, this one would have been really special. It had, uh, it had, uh, green leaves, um, white buds on it. It might have been made of, uh… meadowsweet?” Jo explained, going into full detail.

“Well, aren’t you a fussy one?” The shopkeeper commented. Jo’s face dropped as Y/N stifled a chuckle again, placing a hand over her mouth. “Oh she is” Y/N nodded along in agreement, allowing herself to laugh. Jo shot her sister a quick sharp glare before averting her gaze back to the shopkeeper, plastering a fake smile on. “Anyway, I know the one you’re talking about. I’m all out.” The shopkeeper informed them, Jo sighed in annoyance as Y/N’s face fell.

“Huh. Seems like this meadowsweet stuff’s pretty rare and expensive. Why make wreaths out of it?” Y/N began fishing for information from him through small talk.

“Beats me. I didn't make them.” He shrugged in response. She raised a brow, “Who did?” She asked, tilting her head. “Madge Carrigan, a local lady. She said the wreaths were so special, she gave them to me for free.” He replied. “She didn’t charge you?” Jo’s brows furrowed as she and Y/N shared a look.

“Nope” The shopkeeper shook his head. “Did you sell them for free?” Y/N asked with a smirk in her tone, “Hell no. It’s Christmas. People pay a buttload for this shit” He scoffed, answering honestly. Jo narrowed her eyes at the man as Y/N’s smirk widened, “That’s the spirit” The man chuckled before glancing towards a clock on the wall, “Listen, ladies, I'd love to chat but I have to close up shop.” Jo and Y/N nodded, thanking the man for his time.

He smiled in return and pulled off his apron, placing it down on the counter. “Maybe try the Carrigan house, she may still have some on hand.” The man suggested before waving farewell to them as he went to the back room. Jo shot a nervous look at Y/N, “Think the Carrigans got any of those wreaths?” Y/N shrugged, “Only one way to find out.”

“Man, I’m tired. We’ve been at this all day” Jo groaned as they walked back to the bike. “And I’m starving” She added, patting her stomach. Y/N chuckled, “Don’t be so dramatic” Jo rolled her eyes before climbing back on the bike, adjusting her helmet. “Why don’t we call it a day? Our boys can go over there tomorrow” Jo suggested. Y/N sighed, “Yeah, it’s getting late. Might as well. Plus, it’ll get them off our asses too.” She agreed, climbing on the bike and fastening her own helmet.

Just then, her phone started to ring. The guitar riff for Metallica’s Enter Sandman filling their ears. Y/N sighed, pulling out her cell phone from the pocket of her leather jacket. “Speak of the devils” She quipped before answering the phone, “Yes, charming?” She answered sweetly. Dean’s voice crackled through the speakers, “Hey, baby. Where are you?” He asked, the faint sounds of an old rock song could be heard in the background.

“On our way back, we figured out where they got the wreaths. Gonna get dinner and then tell you when we’re back” She responded. “No need for that, I ordered pizza for us. We’re just waiting for you two to get back to eat” He told her. Y/N perked up at the mention of pizza, “You’re a godsend, Winchester” She chuckled. “Course’ I am” Dean smirked, “Just get your fine ass back here.”

She could hear Sam groan in disgust in the background and the sound of shuffling, probably being Dean tossing a pillow at his little brother. “Shut up, bitch!” Dean’s voice yelled back. “I hope you ordered pineapple on mine,” She teased. It was now Dean’s turn to groan in disgust, “I did. Nasty ass Hawaiian bullshit.” He muttered begrudgingly. Y/N snickered, “Thank you sweetie. See you in a bit, I love you” She smiled. “Alright sweetheart, drive safe. I love you more.” With that, the line went dead.

The brothers’ heads perked up, hearing engine noises from outside. Dean’s head poked out from the window and saw Y/N’s bike pull to a stop outside their motel room. He turned to Sam, “Get the door.” He ordered, grabbing the three pizza boxes off the bed. Sam rolled his eyes, “I’m not your slave, you ass.” He muttered but opened the door none the less, greeting the two women.

Jo entered first, tiptoeing to press a kiss to Sam’s cheek while Y/N had her strolled in with her helmet propped on her hip. Y/N let out an exaggerated sigh, “I am starving” She said before placing her helmet on the table beside the door. She walked over to Dean, wrapping an arm around his waist, “Thanks for the food, babe.” She smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

They were all now around the table, Sam and Y/N were splitting a Hawaiian pizza while Dean and Jo were splitting a meatlovers, the four discussing the case. “How much do you think a meadowsweet wreath would even cost?” Dean asked with a mouth full of pizza. “A couple hundred dollars, at least.” Sam answered as he sipped his water. “This lady’s giving them away for free? What do you think about that?” Y/N raised a brow as she wiped her mouth, lazily leaning back into her chair.

“Well, sounds pretty suspicious.” Jo muttered in agreement. Dean seemed to go deep into thought, glancing between his brother and girlfriend before saying. “Remember that wreath Dad brought home that one year?” He asked with a nostalgic smile on his face. Sam and Y/N furrowed their brows at him, “You mean the one F/N stole from, like, a liquor store?” Sam tilted his head, “Yeah, it was a bunch of empty beer cans. That thing was great.” Dean chuckled, glancing down at his pizza slice in his hands.

Jo smiled at the mention of the trio’s shared childhood memory, “That sounds…awesome” She agreed, Dean nodded in agreement. “It was. I lugged it around in my duffel for three Christmas’ till the old man tossed it. Said we shouldn’t get attached to material shit” He shook his head as he reminisced on the heartbreaking moment. Jo scoffed at this, shaking her head. She was kinda happy she never met the man or y/n’s dad. Never really hearing good things about the way they treated their kids.

Sam and Y/N shared a tired look as Dean stuffed his into his mouth again before saying, “I bet if I looked around hard enough, I could probably find one just like it.” He suggested, still hoping they would be open to celebrating a Christmas this year. “All right. Dude… What’s going on with you?” Sam huffed tiredly, tossing his half eaten slice of pizza into the box, suddenly losing his appetite.

Dean shrugged, feigning ignorance, “What?” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, “We mean, since when are you Bing Crosby all of a sudden? Why do you want Christmas so bad?” Y/N asked, narrowing her eyes at him as she dusted off her hands. Dean groaned, “Why are you guys so against it? I mean, were your childhood memories that traumatic?” he asked, genuinely concerned but he played it off with a chuckle. “No, that has nothing to do with it.” Sam insisted.

“Then what? Why don’t you wanna celebrate it, huh?” Jo chimed in, her tone a bit solemn. Sam sighed, glancing at Y/N for a moment. “I-I mean, I-I just… I don’t get it. You haven’t talked about Christmas in years.” He told his brother and Y/N nodded in agreement. Dean’s face fell, recognizing his mistake. “Remember that Christmas 03, right after I left home? Dean, we hunted a succubus and you never even mentioned it once” Y/N reminded him.

Dean paused, remembering the memory. He swallowed hard, clearing his throat before responding. “Yeah, I remember.” He nodded, avoiding eye contact. “But this is my last year.” He reminded them. The room fell silent for a few seconds, Y/N forcefully tearing her eyes away from him to stop herself from becoming choked up. Sam did the same as Jo sighed heavily, “I know. That’s why I can’t.” He broke the silence.

Dean frowned at his brother’s words. “What do you mean?” He questioned, his voice breaking at the end. Y/N and Jo both kept their gazes averted. Sam sighed, fixing himself in his seat, “I mean I can’t just sit around, drinking eggnog, pretending everything’s okay….when I know next Christmas you’ll be dead.” He said sadly, trying to keep his emotions at bay as his voice shook. Y/N and Jo’s stomachs churned at how right he was, this was exactly how Y/N felt too.

She was never big on Christmas to begin with, but the idea of her first Christmas with Dean as an official couple also being their last??? She couldn’t bear the thought, knowing if they made it one to remember, the memories would eat her alive if somehow….they couldn’t save him.

Dean’s expression was pained, his eyes glazing over briefly before he nodded and cleared his throat. “I can’t either..” Y/N agreed, her voice small as she kept her eyes on her hands. Jo nodded in understanding with a frown, her eyes remaining on the table. Sam’s shoulders slumped from the shared feeling of dread that filled the silent room.

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Author’s Note: Remember loves that this is part one and part two will be linked HERE

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