Power Rangers: Lightning Strikes ✔️

Chapter Fifty-Four: Bah-humbug

Christmas music played throughout the bunker as the rangers were decorating for the holiday season. Colorful garlands in red, gold and blue swung from the ceiling as the rangers started putting other decorations up including Christmas lights, and any other Christmas decorations they could find. Mark and Sean had just gotten to the bunker dragging a large Christmas tree through the doorway.

"We're here!" Calls Mark.

"And we brought a Christmas tree!" exclaims Sean. The rangers that were in the bunker entered the entryway and laughed as Mark and Sean were struggling with the tree.

"Um? Do you guys need a little bit of help?" asks Katrina as she stifled a giggle.

"No," says Mark. "I think we got it, right Sean?" before Sean could agree with Mark, Sean got hit in the face with the tree causing him to wince in pain.

"Mark! I'm still here!" exclaims Sean as he glared at his friend. The girls giggled as the boys brought the tree in together, bringing it toward the living room; the rangers sat the tree on the right-hand corner of the room.

"There now," says Sam. "It looks perfect! Let's get started!"

"Right," responds the rangers as they start decorating the tree with Christmas decorations. Katrina and Tara were singing Christmas songs together as the boys continued decorating the tree with Christmas garlands and Christmas lights. Mark and Sean started putting the Christmas bulbs on the tree at the same time the Winchesters entered the bunker. To Dean's shock he saw that the rangers had practically decorated the entire bunker.

"What the hell is going on here?!" exclaims Dean who hated Christmas. He entered the living room to see the rangers decked out in Christmas hats and Christmas clothes. "Why is there a Christmas tree and what's with the Christmas decorations?"

"We're getting the bunker ready for Christmas," says Tara. "Why don't you like it?"

"No, there should not be any Christmas decorations in this bunker," spoke Dean stubbornly. He strongly disliked Christmas especially since he never knew what it was like, with his father often going out on hunting trips; Dean slowly began to hate Christmas because he felt that he never exactly experienced it the way a normal kid would experience it.

"Dean come on," says Mark. "Why do you have to be such a grinch? It's the Christmas Season!"

"I don't care if it's Easter, I don't want to see Christmas decorations," not willing to argue, Dean stormed upstairs and slammed his door shut causing everyone in the room to jump in fright.

"What's wrong with him?" asks Sean.

"Well, it's kind of a long story," responds Sammy. "As you know Dean and I did not have a normal childhood," he continued. "So, we never really celebrated Christmas,"

"That's horrible," gasped Tara. While the rangers were listening to Sammy's story Lucifer sat on his throne at the same time Azazel entered the room looking tired but enthusiastic about something.

"What do you want, Azazel?" asked Lucifer. "Can't you see I'm trying to loath Christmas?"

"Forgive me, Sire," responds Azazel bowing slightly. "But I wanted to inform you that I may have an idea to defeat the rangers,"

"Of course, you do," says Lucifer as he rolled his eyes. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, why don't we send Greed out there to attack people?" responds Azazel. "It would be a good way to destroy Christmas," Lucifer seemed to think about this slightly as a smirk started to appear on his face. Azazel was correct, the only way he could loathe Christmas would be to make everyone greedy and that would be a perfect gift. Once Greed was sent out, he could infect the rangers with full on greed.

"That's a brilliant plan Azazel!" he exclaimed. "Send Greed to the surface world immediately!"

"You got it sir!" turning his attention away from his king he walked away and found Greed sitting in one of the chambers. "Greed!" he yelled making Greed break away from what he was doing and turning his attention to Azazel.

"What do you want yellow-eyes?" he questioned while he leaned against the wall.

"Lucifer has commanded you to go to the human world and used that trident of yours to impose greed into the human race," answers Azazel.

"Really? Well," says Greed as he grabbed his trident from the wall. "If it's Greediness you need, then it's greediness you'll get!" Without another word, Greed transformed himself into black smoke and flew out of hell. Meanwhile, back in the bunker, Dean had already gone to bed and was trying hard to fall asleep. Though a sudden gust of wind blew a window open causing Dean to wake up. Dean groaned and pulled his blanket up to his neck, though while he was trying to sleep something called out to him in the distance.

"Deaaaannnnn" the ominous voice said. "Deaaaaaannnn" a chill spread throughout Dean's body but he tried his best to ignore him. Chains rattled like they were hitting each other however Dean did not pay attention until a ghostly figure floated into his room. It floated at the foot of Dean's bed though Dean was still fast asleep. It reached over and slowly started to pull his blanket from his body.

"Sammy," says Dean. "Not now, I'm trying to sleep," Dean pulled the blanket back to his chin only this time it made the ghost mad.

"Dean Michael Winchester! Get your ass out of that bed now!" yelled the ghost as he grabbed Dean's ankles and dragged him out of bed. Dean yelped in fright as he tried to grip the bed mattress only to suddenly land on his rear end on the floor.

"What the hell?!" exclaims Dean as he rubbed his eyes. The minute Dean was able to focus he looked up and floating just two feet in the air was a ghost that looked exactly like his father only he was covered in chains. Confusion swept across his face as he was shocked to see his father in his room. "Dad?"

"Hello son," says his father.

"W... what are you doing here? How are you here? We burned your body years ago!" Dean says, confused.

"That may be the case son, but I've come back to help you," responds his father.

"Help me? I don't need help, why are you covered in chains?" At this point Dean did not know what else to say.

"Come with me," Mr. Winchester held out his hand waiting for Dean to take it, but Dean refused not willing to go with this ghostly relative. Annoyed, Mr. Winchester grabbed his son by the arm and made him intangible. Dean yelped in fright as he and his father traveled through walls and through dirt until they arrived at what was the darkest part of hell. His eyes widened as he saw other ghosts with chains, all around him he could hear moans and groans of despair like they were not too happy about being here.

"Dad? Why did you bring me here?" asked Dean.

"I brought you here because I need you to realize what you've been doing," answers Mr. Winchester.

"All I've been doing is protecting people from enemies," says Dean. "Like you had taught me,"

"I may have taught you that, but, I was wrong," said Mr. Winchester. "I should have allowed you and your brother to have a normal childhood but instead, you had a bad one,"

"It's made us stronger dad," spoke Dean trying his best to comfort his father.

"But you've hardened your heart to other things," he continued. "Even Christmas, as we speak right now you are creating those chains," he kept going. "However, tonight you have a chance to change that,"

"I don't believe you," Says Dean things had happened to him so fast that he didn't have time to think. Was he really creating chains that would follow him to the afterlife? "All I've ever done is followed your orders I never strayed from them,"

"There will be three spirits," responds his father. "You will have three chances to fix your attitude, Christmas past will show up at one, Christmas present will appear to you at two, and Christmas future will appear to you at exactly three in the morning,"

"I have not done anything!" exclaims Dean trying not to listen to anything his father said.

"Go back to bed son, you the first spirit will arrive soon," with a snap of his fingers, Dean was sent back to his room where he was actually asleep in bed.