HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Forty eight.

the first part of this chapter is the christmas part - FINALLYYYYY - then the second part is... spicy... so if you don't like that sort of stuff then just skip after the first bit, but towards the end there's fluff

you'll see the ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· to indicate the next section like usual.

Later that night, Dean and Sierra walked back into the motel room after a short trip to the gas station. They walked inside to the room that had been decorated all Christmas-y. There was a tree in the corner and even a 'Merry Christmas' sign.

"Hey! You get the beer?" Sam called, holding a cup of eggnog.

Sierra raised her brows in amazement, Dean grinned, "What's all this?"

"What do you think it is? It's-it's Christmas." Sam said, hiding how nervous he was, but also happiness.

"What made you change your mind?" Dean looked at his brother, sighing deeply.

Sam didn't answer, he just handed him a cup, "Here, uh... try the eggnog. Let me know if it needs some more kick." He held out a bottle of whiskey too after grabbing another eggnog for Sierra, an alcohol-free version, which she appreciated after taking a sip with a smile.

Dean sipped his own, coughing and looked surprised at the taste, "No, we're good."

"Yeah?" Sam happily asked.

"Definitely." Sierra chuckled, being able to smell the whiskey from where she was standing.

"Good. Well, uh, have a seat. Let's do... Christmas stuff, or whatever." Sam gestured to the sofa. Sierra saw that the tree was decorated with lights and car air fresheners, making her giggle as she sat down and dragged Dean by his hand.

"Alright, first things first." Dean happily nodded, sitting down on the sofa. He took some packages wrapped in brown paper from a plastic bag and held them out to Sam. "Merry Christmas, Sam."

Sam smiled and took his gifts, "Where'd you get these?"

"Someplace special." Sam gave him a look. "The gas mart down the street. Open them up!"

"Well, great minds think alike." Sam reached under the couch for his own packages wrapped in newspaper. He gave some to Dean and even one to Sierra.

"Really?" Sierra asked in surprise, her eyes shocked.

Sam nodded with a soft smile, "Really."

"Come on!" Dean urged his brother.

Sam laughed, opening the first one, which Sierra picked out. "Skin mags!" He exclaimed, showing them to Sierra, who laughed as well at the porn magazines. He then opened up the other gift, "Shaving cream!" 

Dean nodded, satisfied with Sam's reaction, "You like?"

"Yeah... I do." Sam hummed.

It was Dean's turn to open his presents. He chuckled and unwrapped the gifts, which was a candy bar and a bottle of oil. "Look at this! Fuel for me and fuel for my baby! These are awesome. Thanks."

"Good." Sam grinned, then looked to Sierra. "C'mon, open yours!"

Sierra looked down at the newspaper covered gift, carefully opening it and her smile widened. It was the red pair of leather gloves she saw back at the market. "Oh my- Sam! No way!"