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Christmas

Three one shots in one about dean sam and cas hating Christmas but not at the same time.

SAM HATING CHRISTMAS

Sam Winchester hated Christmas. It was a time of year that brought up a lot of painful memories for him. Every year, he tried to ignore the holiday and pretend like it didn't exist. But this year was different. This year, he was spending Christmas with his brother, Dean.

Despite his best efforts, Dean could tell that Sam was struggling. He could see the sadness in his brother's eyes and knew that he had to do something to make him feel better. So, he decided to decorate the bunker for Christmas.

Sam rolled his eyes when he saw the decorations, but Dean was undeterred. He put on Christmas music, made hot cocoa, and even convinced Sam to help him decorate the tree.

Slowly but surely, Sam began to let his guard down. He sang along to the Christmas carols, laughed at Dean's jokes, and even helped him hang the ornaments on the tree. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he was part of something.

As they sat together in front of the fireplace, sipping their cocoa and admiring the tree, Sam realized that maybe Christmas wasn't so bad after all. Maybe it was a time to be with the people you loved and make new memories.

"Thanks, Dean," Sam said, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I don't hate Christmas anymore."

Dean smiled and clapped Sam on the back. "That's what I'm here for, Sammy. To make sure you have the best Christmas ever."

DEAN HATING CHRISTMAS

Dean Winchester hated Christmas. It was just another reminder of how alone he was. He had lost so many people in his life, and the holidays only made him miss them more. He tried to ignore the holiday, but it seemed like everywhere he went, there were reminders of Christmas.

Sam tried to get him into the holiday spirit. He decorated the bunker, played Christmas music, and even convinced Dean to help him bake cookies. But nothing seemed to work. Dean was determined to hate Christmas.

One day, while on a hunt, Dean stumbled upon a small town that was in desperate need of help. The townspeople were being terrorized by a monster, and they had no way to defend themselves. Dean and Sam decided to stay and help.

As they worked to defeat the monster, Dean couldn't help but notice how happy the townspeople were. They were all so excited for Christmas, despite the danger they were in. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.

It was then that Dean realized that maybe he had been missing something. Maybe Christmas wasn't about the presents or the decorations. Maybe it was about being with the people you love and making the most of the time you have together.

When they finally defeated the monster, the townspeople threw a Christmas party in honor of Dean and Sam. They sang carols, ate cookies, and exchanged gifts. It was the first time in a long time that Dean felt like he had a family.

As they left the town, Dean felt a sense of peace. He still wasn't a fan of Christmas, but he had a newfound appreciation for what it meant. It was a time to be with the people you loved, to make memories, and to remember those who were no longer with you. And for Dean, that was enough.

CAS HATING CHRISTMAS

Castiel had never been fond of Christmas. The holiday always reminded him of what he had lost: his family, his rank in Heaven, and his sense of purpose. He tried to avoid the holiday at all costs, but Dean and Sam wouldn't let him.

They tried everything to get Castiel into the holiday spirit. They decorated the bunker with lights and ornaments, played Christmas music, and even convinced him to help them bake cookies. But no matter what they did, Castiel just couldn't seem to enjoy it.

One day, Dean and Sam were out on a hunt and found a small town that was in desperate need of help. The townspeople were being terrorized by a monster, and they had no way to defend themselves. Dean and Sam decided to stay and help.

As they worked to defeat the monster, Dean and Sam couldn't help but notice how happy the townspeople were. They were all so excited for Christmas, despite the danger they were in. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.

Dean and Sam realized that maybe they could help Castiel find some happiness in Christmas too. So they went out of their way to make the holiday special for him. They decorated his room with lights and ornaments, played his favorite songs, and even made him a special angel-shaped cookie.

At first, Castiel was hesitant to accept their gestures of kindness. But as the days went by, he began to open up to the idea of Christmas. He enjoyed the warmth of the lights and the sound of the music. And he especially enjoyed spending time with Dean and Sam, who had become his closest friends.

On Christmas Eve, the three of them sat around the fireplace, sipping eggnog and exchanging stories. Castiel couldn't help but feel a sense of joy that he hadn't felt in a long time. He realized that maybe the holiday wasn't so bad after all.

As they exchanged gifts, Castiel felt his heart swell with gratitude. He was grateful for his friends, for their kindness, and for the memories they had made together. He knew that even though he had lost so much, he had gained something more important: a family.

And as they fell asleep that night, with the fire still burning and the lights still twinkling, Castiel felt a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in a long time. He knew that even though Christmas would never be the same as it was in Heaven, he had found a new kind of joy with his friends, and that was enough.