Secret Santa One Shot Exchange 2016

White Christmas: Winchester Style

This is for Superwhopotterlock57, written by the lovely sydneyTbaum!

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"Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since we have no place to go, let it it snow, let it snow, let it snow," the impala's radio sang while the brothers were driving through Alabama.

Sam, who was knee deep in research, rolled his eyes at the music and turned it off while getting a nice glare from Dean in return. "Come on man, that's a classic."

"You realize that that is your excuse every time, right?" Sam pointed out with an annoyed expression amongst his face. "Come on man, I'm trying to focus. Remember, the case?"

"Right," Dean said as he made a sharp turn forcing Sam and himself to lean to the side that the road was bending to.

"The victim is Meredith Hackett," Sam began, "a real-estate agent died two days ago."

"How?"

"Get this, her heart was ripped out of her chest," Sam said while glancing up from the newspaper article and glanced over at his brother as if saying, 'yeah this is totally our type of thing.'

"So what are we thinking, werewolf?"

"Well, the lunar cycle is off. Maybe a pure-blood?"

"Maybe," Dean agreed. "But it is definitely worth checking out. She got a next of kin?"

"Yeah, her husband Mark and daughter Sylvia," Sam replied.

"Okay, how about we pay them a little visit," Dean said as Sam gave him a worried look, "you know, to find out what happened.

"Yeah, agreed," Sam responded before the car grew absolutely silent; the only noise coming from the engine of the Impala driving along the roads of Alabama.

"It's too quiet in here," Dean complained while quickly glancing over towards his brother who was looking out the window, examining the country. "Sammy," Dean said while poking his brother in the arm."

"What?"

"Look," he said while pointing to the blowup snowman that was swaying back and forth in the lawn of a liquor store. "It's that time of year," Dean said in a sing-song tone of voice.

"Yeah," Sam replied quickly.

"What? Why aren't you more excited? It's four days until Christmas, Sammy!"

"Yeah let's just say that I'm not really in the mood of celebrating."

"Oh c'mon," Dean complained, "not again."

"What do you mean, not again?"

"The last time you were like this over the holidays I had a one way ticket to hell."

"Yeah, so?"

"So then you weren't in the mood of celebrating, but you ended up doing it anyway. Why aren't you up for it now?"

"Because, Dean. It's my fault. It's our fault that the darkness is out, it's our fault that the end of the world is coming, and we have literal no way to stop it. God won't help, Lucifer just used us in order to get out of the cage again. We are screwed," Sam said with an upset look upon his face. "What's got you in the celebrating mood?"

"Well, just as you said. It's the end of the world. We might not get another chance to celebrate Christmas. To buy each other gifts because chances are we will be dead by the end of the year," he said which caused an upset reaction from Sam, "all I'm saying is, it's better to celebrate now than to regret not celebrating later."

"Maybe you're right," Sam admitted, "but it's not like we have a home to place a tree in. I mean, where would we go?"

"Bobby's?"

"Like Bobby will let us celebrate. It's not like we are the type of family with the white picket fence and freshly cut grass with flowerbeds and annoying neighbors that make you pie and cookies," Sam said as Dean glanced up from the road and looked at his brother at the mention of pie. "We just don't live that kind of life, Dean."

"I know, I know. But like I said before, with the world ending and all, it's kind of the perfect time. Don't you think?"

"And like I agreed before, maybe you are right."

"So it's decided then. Christmas at Bobby's this year. With eggnog and a tree and the whole cha-bang."

"The Winchesters celebrating the holidays," Sam said with a slight smirk and a shake of his head, "now there's something you don't see everyday," he said as the boys drove the impala down the Alabama road as the sun began to set.