HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Forty six.

It was late at night. Sam and Dean were in the front of the Impala whilst Sierra sat in the back seat, all of them spying on a simple house that was decorated with Christmas lights.

"What time is it?" Dean asked with a yawn.

"Same as the last time you asked. Here..." Sam tiredly handed him a thermos, "Caffeinate."

Dean took the thermos from Sam and tried to pour coffee into the cup, but the thermos was empty. Dean sighed, "Wonderful." He glanced at his brother, suddenly scoffing. "Hey, Sam."

"Yeah?"

"Why are you the boy that hates Christmas?"

"Dean..." Sam groaned, not wanting to get into it whilst Sierra's eyes flicked between the pair.

"I mean, I admit it. You know, we had a few bumpy holidays when we were kids."

"Bumpy?"

"That was then. We'll do it right this year."

Sierra shifted forwards on her seat, her arms leaning against the front seats, "C'mon Samson, you really don't want to? It's my first one this year with you guys."

Sam shook his head again, "Look. If you both want to have Christmas, knock yourselves out. Just don't involve me. Have fun without me."

Dean just watched his brother in disbelief, then looking at Sierra. She just lightly shook her head, telling him not to get into it right now. They returned to watch the house. The Santa, still in his red cap, but in a green tank top, looked outside, then closed his curtains.

"What's up with Saint Nicotine?" Dean pointed out. Sierra perked up.

"Nicotine?"

"Oh, my God!" A woman's voice loudly echoed from inside.

Sam and Dean instantly jumped out of the car and ran to the house with their guns drawn. Sierra followed behind, however she heard what was going on inside a bit more clearly than they could... it wasn't what they were thinking. 

Sierra stood behind Sam, holding back her grin whilst Dean looked inside the window of the front door.

Sam let out a hum. Dean heard and frowned, "What?"

"Nothing. It's just that, uh... well, you know, Mr. Gung Ho Christmas might have to blow away Santa."

"You're very amusing, Samson." Sierra dryly added.

"Thanks, Sari."

Dean opened the door to see Santa sat on the couch, holding a giant bong and a bottle of whiskey. He then stood up in a hurry, Dean and Sam quickly hid their guns whilst Sierra stood outside laughing.

"What the hell are you doing here?" The Santa drunkenly demanded.

They looked around and realized he was only watching TV. A special type of programme...apparently.

The woman on the TV could be heard whilst Dean and Sam looked at each other, confused of what to do. "Mistle my toe. Roast my chestnut. Egg my nog. Jingle my bells?"

Dean just stood there in silence, until... "S-silent night... Holy... night." Santa chuckled and sat down to enjoy the show, whereas Sierra stood outside and held her hand over her mouth to shut herself up. 

"All is well... Bright...Round and round...The table..." The brothers and Santa continued to awfully sing, until he started to drunkenly pass out. Sam noticed, he put a hand on Dean's shoulder and immediately dragged him out of the house and to the Impala.