Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

A Very Supernatural Christmas (5)

A Very Supernatural Christmas (5)

Kylie's POV

"Woahhhhhh." I awe at the white house covered in Christmas decorations and lawn ornaments. The inner kid in me was squealing, you know, if there weren't supernatural God's inside eating people. 

I mean, let's be honest, I'd sacrifice my dad for a Christmas like this.

"A few sparkling lights and she's gone Sammy." Dean joked, turning to look over his shoulder at me. I sent him a glare and a quick middle finger before sliding out of the Impala.

"That's the Christmas cheer I've been waiting for!" He announced from the car before he and Sam slid out.

"Okay, even I have to agree, it's pretty impressive." Sam mumbled so only I could hear, but by the grin on his older brother's face, I knew he heard.

We looked both ways before crossing the street, heading directly up the porch steps. "Okay, if we kill these things before Christmas, can we stay here for the night?" I asked touching the garland that was wrapped around the banister.

Dean chuckled. "If we get this job done before Christmas, we can stay." 

I knew he was joking, but I still couldn't stop myself from looking down at my watch, calculating how many hours I had.

When Dean raised his fist to knock on the door, I quickly dropped my arm down by my side, planting a huge smile on my face as a very sweet elderly lady opened the door. 

"Yes?" She greeted us with a pleasant smile.

"Please tell me you're the Madge Carrigan who makes the meadowsweet wreaths." I begged, putting a hopeful look on my face.

"Why, yes I am." She stated proudly.

Dean turned to Sam and grinned. "Ha! Bingo!" He clapped his hands together once, acting a bit too over excited.

"Yeah? Uh, well, my sister here was just admiring your wreaths in Mr. Sylar's place the other day." Sam was a little more blunt, not expressing him self as much as Dean.

"You were?" She turned to me, locking her hands together in front of her waist. She gave me a sweet look, almost prideful. "Well, isn't that meadowsweet just the finest-smelling thing you ever smelled?"

I nodded. "It would look perfect on my kitchen door." I complimented. "You wouldn't have another one that we could buy from you, would you?" I asked, reaching into my pocket and pulling out Dean's wallet.

The elder Winchester glanced down at my hands and frowned, when he realized that it was his wallet his face turned less excited, but he still held a boyish grin.

"Oh, fudge."

I felt taken back by her cursing, or lack of.

"Oh no, I'm afraid those were the only ones I had for this season." She pouted.

"Aw." I let my shoulders drop, my own lip puffing out in a pout.

"Tell me something, why did you decide to make them out of meadowsweet?" Dean questioned, his brows pulling together slightly.

From behind, I saw Mr. Carrigan coming down the stairs, reminding me of Mr. Roger's with a pipe. He came to stand next to his wife, an arm wrapped behind her shoulders.

"Why the smell, of course! I don't think I've ever smelled anything finer!" 

"Yeah, um, you mentioned that." Sam reminded her awkwardly.

"What's going on, honey?" Mr. Carrigan asked.

"Well just some nice kids asking about my wreaths, dear."