HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Forty five.

Season 3. Episode 8.

A Very Supernatural Christmas.

Sam and Sierra were inspecting Mrs Walsh's house. The woman's husband had mysteriously vanished one night, leaving Mrs Walsh and their daughter alone. The only thing they heard was a thump on the roof, followed by his screaming. The pair didn't find anything but a fresh, bloodied tooth in the chimney that they saved to show Dean, who was interviewing the mother.

Sam stepped outside to where his brother and Mrs Walsh were, Sierra close behind.  "Thanks for letting us have a look around, Mrs. Walsh. I think we, uh, got just about everything we need. We're all set."

Dean put his pen and notepad away, "We'll be in touch."

Mrs Walsh nods, crossing her arms against her chest whilst they walked down the steps. "Agents..." She called after them, causing them to turn around. "The police said my husband might have been kidnapped."

Dean faintly shrugged, looking to his brother whilst Sierra calmly spoke up, "Potentially."

"Then why haven't the kidnappers called? O-or – or demanded a ransom?" Mrs Walsh questioned sadly, "It's three days till Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?"

Sam had a sympathetic look on his face, "We're very sorry." Which was all they could say in this situation. Sierra caught a glimpse of the woman's daughter inside, who quickly scurried away when she was caught listening in. 

Mrs Walsh turned around to go back inside her house whilst the trio headed back to the Impala. "Find anything?" Dean asked them.

Sam sighed with his hands in his pockets, "Stocking, mistletoe... this." He pulled the tooth out. 

"A tooth? Where was this?"  Dean grimaced as he held it in his hand.

"In the chimney." Sierra answered, finding it weird that it was up there of all places.

"Chimney?" Dean frowned, handing it back to her. "No way a man fits up a chimney. It's too narrow."

"No way he fits up in one piece." Sam also added.

Dean hummed with a nod, "Alright, so, if dad went up the chimney—"

"We need to find out what dragged him up there." Sam finished.

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Sam had printed pictures of demons and pinned them up on the wall whilst Sierra researched Christmas-related demons. She hardly felt the Christmas spirit at this time of year. Even when she was a little girl, her parents didn't celebrate either. 

The only time she did was when she had Victoria and she wanted to give her daughter the world. Surprisingly enough, Anthony was relatively calm on Christmas rather than his usual asshole-self.

But now, she lost her touch, despite her birthday being on Christmas Eve. However she hadn't celebrated that in decades.

Dean walked into the motel room holding a brown paper bag, "So, was I right? Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?"

"Yep." Sam nodded, "It's, uh, it's actually Dick Van Dyke."

Both Dean and Sierra frowned, she lifted her head above the computer with a confused glance, "Who?"

"Mary Poppins?"

"Who's that?" Dean then asked.

"Oh come on- never mind." Sam tutted and waved his hand dismissively.