It was the first snowfall of the year. Sam and Dean were no strangers to the sight of the white stuff that fell graciously from heaven. "Only two more weeks till Christmas, Sammy!" Dean yelled at his brother from across the kitchen as he made a cup of hot cocoa. Sam yelled from the living room, "Yeah I know! Hey, can I get some of that?" Dean answered with, "Sure, Sammy."
Dean brought Sam his cup of hot chocolate and was instantly drawn back into the past when him and Sam were both much younger. When Dean would care for Sam while their father would be gone, sometimes days at a time, out hunting some supernatural creature. This could explain Sam and Deans profound bond and why the two of them would die for each other with no questions asked. Dean basically raised Sammy. "Mmm, thats good, Dean." Sams almost euphoric noise brought Dean back into the present. "Thanks, Sammy." Dean smiled and Sam pulled out his laptop to research. "So, looks like this isn't the first case of a killer Santa in California." Sam clicked on something, which brought up a whole slew of new information. "Says here a Santa killed a woman on Christmas Eve in Los Angeles. In front of her husband and two daughters. Get this, he hacked her up with an axe." Dean almost chokes on his cup of hot cocoa when Sam says that. "Damn, killer Santa for real," Dean chuckles lightly. Sam just ignored his comment, "Says another one is gonna happen...tonight." Any sense of humor Dean previously had leaves him instantly. "Sammy, we got to go. Wheres the next murder taking place?" Sam said, "Angels Avenue, but Dean, it ain't Christmas Eve. We still got two weeks." Dean agrees and they enjoy the rest of their day and watch the snow.
