Supernatural Imagines

79. A Jolly O'Bunker Christmas | (Sam and Dean x Reader)

MERRY CHRISTMAS SPN FAM + EVERYONE!

Although 2016 absolutely sucked, it has been one of the more satisfying years for me (kay) writing wise. So much has happened this year that Liz and I are so thankful for.

We hit 100k which we never thought would ever happen.

We were talking the other day, and said that if we could go back to when we first developed the idea for this book, and tell our past selves that they would reach 100k, we probably wouldn't believe us.

I am so thankful for the wonderful family I've got to meet because of this TV show.

thank you all so much,

and merry christmas (or happy holidays)

I also apologize greatly for this coming so late after christmas, don't hate me pls.

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You slipped into the ugliest Christmas sweater that you owned.

It was a furry Rudolph, with a glowing nose, surrounded by Christmas ornaments. It was one of your more prized possessions.

Once you had you couldn't help but sigh with happiness at the state of your room. You'd strung tinsel and fairy lights all around the top of the room.

You'd exchanged your once bland sheets with Christmas themed ones, and placed accent pillows on top.

The Christmas tree you'd spent hours decorating was sitting in the corner, completely covered.

Everywhere you looked all you could see was Christmas things. Bows wrapped around dresser handles, a stereo playing Christmas music, even a special old rug you'd found a flea market.

You rubbed your hands together, and crouched down to pull everything out from under your bed. Wrapping paper of all assortments, bows, tape, and ribbon all pulled out, along with Sam and Dean's presents.

You smiled, knowing that you would blow it out of the park, just as you had the year before. Getting more comfortable, you laid out the right size wrapping paper, and cut it to match the size of the present. With expert precision, you folded the paper down, evening out the creases to look sharp, and exact. You quickly held down the folds with a piece of tape.

Once the box was wrapped like a professional, you measured out the exact amount of ribbon you would need. After, you measured out the same about of "fabric" you'd be using for the bow.

First, you took the "fabric" and wrapped it around the present, turning it into a bow. You went over it with the thin ribbon.

You had gotten quite good at wrapping presents.

You continued to do the same process over three more presents for each boy. You smiled satisfied at their perfection.

After shoving all your tools under the bed, you carried all the presents out into the living room, where both Sam and Dean were yelling.

You furrowed your brow and continued into the room, seeing messily wrapped presents, with tape wrapped around them. Dean's eyebrow was hunkered down low as he attempted to focus on his current present, the edges unsmoothed and crinkled. Sam had his tongue sticking out the side as he struggled to hold down all the piece of paper to tape.

Laughter escaped your mouth, causing them both to glare at you.

"No way! You got a professional to wrap those!" Dean exclaimed angrily, lifting his pointer finger at you. Sam's brow furrowed as he looked over at you. He made eye contact with the presents his jaw dropped,