A Very Superwholock Christmas

The Norvaks'

Suddenly, Dean was thrust into a small, very old house. He looked down at himself, shocked by the clothes he was wearing. Sure, he had pissed off the Trickster, but did he really deserve this? He was wearing a bonnet for Pete’s sake! He looked down at the skirt, feeling annoyed and embarrassed, when a little girl came running down the stairs. He gave them a strange look before words came onto arm. He read them, confused, before red writing warned him against rebelling, as that would result in deaths of his friends. He looked up from his arm and sighed.

“What has ever got your precious father then? And your brother, Tiny Tim? And Martha wasn't this late last Christmas by half an hour!” Dean asked, very confused, before another girl appeared from behind the door, making him jump.

“Here I am, Mother!” the young women exclaimed before her sister cheered.

“Mother?!” Dean shouted before his arm burned, reminding him. He took a deep breath. “Oh, Martha! How late you are!”

“We had a great deal of work to finish at the milliner's last night, and a great deal to clear away this morning!” Martha informed, hardly noticing Dean slip up. Dean nodded, reading off his arm.

“Well, never mind. You are home now! Sit down and warm yourself, dear,” Dean suggested bitterly, motioning toward the fireplace.

“Father will be home any minute. Hide, Martha, hide!” the little girl instructed as she giggled. Dean watched the girls scramble to hide as Dean had to admit that they were cute. Soon, Cas came through the door with Tiny Tim in his arms. Dean gaped, shocked to see Cas as the father. Cas looked up, surprised to see Dean in drag.

“Dean?” Cas whispered as Dean opened his mouth once or twice.

“What is going on, Cas?” Dean hissed as his arm burned from the words. Cas sighed and shrugged. Dean exhaled as Cas looked at his wrist. “How… how was work… dear?”

“Fine, but where's Martha?” Cas whispered as Dean shrugged, but smiled. Cas tilted his head, confused.

“She won't be coming for Christmas this year,” Dean informed as Cas let Tiny Tim down. Cas glanced down at his wrist.

“What? Not coming for Christmas!” Cas repeated, surprised, going for a pen and paper. Suddenly, Martha popped out of the closet and laughed.

“Oh, here I am, Father!” Martha exclaimed before hugging Cas, who had a trying look. As Martha let go, two boys came speeding in to Tiny Tim.

“Come, Tim! Come hear the pudding singing in the copper!” The eldest suggested, taking Tiny Tim with them. Dean looked at his wrist as the heat came back.

“And did little Tim behave himself in church?” Dean asked as Cas scribbled down a note, explaining that this was the Christmas Carol, only real. Cas straightened as Dean read it.

“He did. As good as gold, and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant for them to remember, on Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk and blind men see... But he's growing stronger every day, I just know it,” Cas whispered as Dean sighed, wondering if he had ever been in a bigger mess. Dean turned away and looked at Martha.

“Martha, help me with the goose,” Dean instructed as the children cheered, startling Dean.

“There's such a goose, Father, such as we've never had before!” the eldest informed with excitement. Cas only nodded as he looked at the bird.

“Such a goose!” Martha commented with a small smile.

“Just smell the sage and onion!” the eldest son added, his mouth watering.