Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Apple Pie Shot (S+D)

"Sam! Dean!" You yell from the kitchen. The boys hadn't woken up yet even though it was Christmas.

In your family, everyone got up early for Christmas to open presents and spend time as a family, and the world be damned if you stop that tradition because a couple of hunters are cranky in the morning. So you yelled, similar to how you would if there was danger, that would get them up.

Just as you had predicted you could hear the pounding of feet accompanied by the click of a gun rushing towards you. The boys quickly slide around the corner with wide eyes as they see you, standing totally fine in the kitchen with a few shot glasses in front of you.

"What's going on (y/n)? Where's the monster?" Dean called as he entered the room, gun drawn.

"Merry Christmas!" You shout, but guys watching as you pull out a couple of boxes from underneath the counter that are wrapped tightly in plaid and camp wrapping paper.

Sam sighs, not at all surprised you did this, though internally he was a little grumpy you woke him up. Dean on the other hand was practically fuming. You could almost see smoke coming from his ears as his face got red.

"What's the hell?! You screamed like a mad man and made us come running for a bunch of freaking presents?!" Dean put his gun away as he stalked over to you.

"Just trust me. Open this." You hand him a box with a smile, not at all fazed by his anger.

With a grumble about "mad woman" and some other expelatives, he ripped open the bottle of Brandy. It was an antique, aged 12 years to perfection. His eyes widened as he looked up at you, all of the anger seemingly gone.

"I also made pie." You beam, his lips falling to a smirk.

"Ok, you have been forgiven." He walks around the island and pulls you into a hug, the giggle rolling from your tongue muffled by his shirt.

When Dean finally releases you, you turn to see Sam cautiously holding up one of his gifts. "Go ahead, it's yours." You nod with a grin.

Sam slips his finger underneath the paper, slowly ripping it open. You and Dean both watch as he pulls a book from the paper and his face lights up.

"No way. How did you know this was the one I was missing?" He asks as he flips it a few times in his hands looking at it.

"Sam, you have been raving about how the game of thrones books are better than the show, of course I knew." He smiled and set down the book, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. "Can't...breathe..." You groan, making Sam quickly let you go.

"My god you guys are nerds." Dean pretended to be sickened by it, but you could see the smile in his eyes.

"Well don't leave me hanging! Open the rest of them!" You grin and grab a couple of bottles from underneath the counter as they begin ripping open the gifts.

Dean's pile of gifts seemed bigger, but in fact it was all peices that needed to be put together to make one thing, and you couldn't help but laugh as he struggled to figure out what they were separately. Took him about 10 minutes to figure out how it went together. He really liked his new pistol.

Sam however had to deal with a different problem. He had one of the largest boxes, but only because it was filled with smaller and smaller boxes. Each box would open to reveal another box, but you weren't too mean about it since you put some of his favorite candies on top of each new box. After almost 6 boxes, he finally got to the prize, a brand new Swiss army knife with everything on it along with a new waterproof watch.

It took the boys minute to realize your silence and finally look up as you. You have a large grin on your face and three shot glasses in front of you. They both give you wary looks, curious what you put in front of them.

"Isn't it a bit early to drink?" Dean asks, you and Sam both giving him a look before continuing.

"Makes the day way more fun. This is another tradition my family had. I haven't made this in a few years, so I hope I got it right." You pick yours up and gesture for the boys to copy you.

"What is it?" Sam asks as he looks at the contents, the strangely piss colored liquid floating about the clear covered in whipped cream was something he'd never seen before.

"Apple pie shot. Now I may have gotten the measurements mixed up, so it might be a little strong." You sigh as the guys look at each other in silent communication.

"What's the damage?" Dean asks as he eyes it one more time and gears up to do it.

"Ever clear and apple juice." You smirk as Dean's eyes widen.

"Holy shit. If you keep this up we'll be hammered before noon." Sam smirks as he eyes the smile on your face cautiously.

"Well I did spike the egg nog." You giggle as Sam sighs. "You sissies ready?" You ask as you ready up.

The boys grin as they prepare and all at once you all take the shots, downing the liquid. Both boys flinch and set their drinks down, gasping slightly from the burn. Your reaction isn't much better since you definitely made it too strong. Sam coughs to clear the burn from his esophagus, his mouth twisted into a smile.

"Way too strong." He wheezed as he leaned against the counter.

"Holy crap how much ever clear did you put in there?" Dean groaned.

"Well, I knew it was 1/3 and 2/3. I guess I just got those mixed up." You shrug, trying to find your voice.

"Well alright then!" Dean claps his hands together. "What's next on your Christmas adventure?"

You smile and step away from the counter and lead them to the war room, a large tree lit brightly against the wall and tinsel strung along the rafters. The boys eyes widen as they look around at the Christmas wonderland they just stepped into.

"Holy crap, how early did you get up this morning?" Sam asks as he looks around in shock, Dean doing the same.

"Not that early. I did most of it last night, but you guys were too tired to turn on the lights or pay attention. I finished the tree about 4 this morning." You smile at the wonder in their eyes, reminding you of a couple of kids.

"Ok,this is awesome." Dean grins as he pats you on the back.

"Yea, thank you (y/n), this is great." Sam smiles as he looks around.

With a smile Sam grabs a few candy canes off of the tree and passes them around, a grin taking over when he sees you open it. Dean goes to open his, but his was broken at some point and fell to the floor. You and Sam laugh as Dean grumbles and picks it up.

Perhaps it wasn't the Christmas you always hoped for, but it was still a great experience hanging out with the guys. Sure Christmas wasn't exactly a staple with the Winchesters, but that doesn't mean it can't be.

Merry Christmas everyone!