A Very Superwholock Christmas

And a Happy New Year!

It was about an hour drive home, and for most of it, everyone was silent. John wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened, and Sherlock refused to explain his ridiculous role, even though he secretly loved the character. Rose was still shaking between Sam and Dean as the Doctor gazed out the window, hardly phased. Dean was still embarrassed by the cross dressing, but Sam was a completely different story. He was happy and perky, just as he was when he had carried Tiny Tim on his shoulders. Dean was almost positive that the Trickster did something to him, but he was sure it would wear off. Besides, this was the happiest he had seen Sam in weeks, and Dean wasn’t about to ruin that.

Soon, Dean pulled into the driveway as Bobby ran down the steps from the porch. Dean parked the Impala in front and got out. Bobby ran to Sam, as he was the closest, and embraced him. Sam laughed and hugged the old man.

“What happened, Bobby?” Dean asked as he looked up.

“You boys were gone for hours. I tried calling, but you didn’t answer. And then Helen called to wish you boys a Merry Christmas, and it turned out that she didn’t call earlier,” Bobby explained as Dean nodded.

“Yeah, the Trickster was waiting for us, but I have a question. Is it still Christmas Eve?” Dean implored as Bobby was taken back.

“Christmas Eve? God, what happened to you boys? Of course it’s Christmas Eve!” Bobby shouted as Dean smiled.

“Good, I thought we missed it,” Dean sighed as the others trickled out of the car.

“What happened back there?” Bobby whispered as Dean shook his head.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Dean replied darkly before going inside for eggnog. Bobby looked at Sam, who only shrugged and followed Dean. John looked up at the Doctor and then Sherlock.

“When are we going home?” John whispered, hoping that they weren’t planning another crazy adventure. The Doctor shrugged and looked over at Rose, who almost back to normal.

“Tomorrow? After Christmas dinner?” the Doctor suggested as Sherlock grinned.

“Sounds perfect,” Sherlock replied as John stepped forward.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” John informed as the Doctor smiled.

“There won’t be any more Tricksters to deal with now. And if Sam or Dean get a call, we won’t tag along. How ‘bout that?” the Doctor negotiated as John reluctantly agreed, knowing that the Doctor was his only way home. “Besides, I told you that you would be home by this morning. One more day won’t be terrible, would it?”

“I would hope not,” John sighed with a quick look at Sherlock.

“Perfect,” Sherlock smiled before going inside. The Doctor put his arm on Rose’s shoulder, guiding her inside, with John just behind.

Inside, it smelled of honey baked ham and coffee. Even Sherlock had to smile at how festive everything was. Cas helped Bobby in the kitchen as Sam and Dean sat on the couch, watching more Christmas specials.

“So, Cas can just appear wherever he wants?” John asked, sitting next to Dean on the couch. Dean shrugged.

“Mostly.”

“So, he’s been here for an hour and a half now?” John continued as Dean nodded.

“I think so. I don’t really see Bobby letting him sit out in the snow. He and Bobby get along pretty well,” Dean commented as he saw Cas help take the ham out of the oven. John nodded and smiled.

“You have a pretty good family here,” John smiled as he watched Cas. Then he looked over at Sherlock, who was talking to the Doctor and Rose. Dean grinned and nodded.