Supernatural Imagines

Christmas Surprises

"Dean?" you called out. "Have you seen those three red plastic totes? They have some holiday decorations in them," you explained. You wanted to avoid saying "Christmas" because that particular day has not always been the merriest for the boys.

"No, and I don't know what you're talking about, either. I'm trying to get some work done, so look for them yourself!" Dean shouted.

You grimaced, thinking of the large task ahead of you in searching all of the storage areas in the bunker. You had already searched through some of the rooms, so you went to a new one you hadn't looked through yet. At that moment, Castiel had popped in, and was leaning against the doorway when you came up empty.

"Hello, Cas! What brings you here today? Anything we can help you with?" you asked, with a smile.

"I was hoping to assist you, if I may," he smiled back, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

You looked deep into his blue eyes and blushed. "Th-that would be lovely, thank you. Two sets of eyes are better than one," you remarked. You have been harboring a secret crush on the angel that you didn't think anyone, including Sam and Dean knew about. Cas had saved your life when you were kidnapped by demons, who were looking for Sam and Dean.

"What are we looking for?" Castiel asked.

"There are three red plastic totes that have holiday decorations in them. Well, for one specific holiday, really. The one after Thanksgiving," you hinted.

He cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Black Friday? I didn't think you celebrated that day with such enthusiasm or decorations. I can't wait to see--" he started.

"No, no, Cas," you laughed. "I mean....Christmas," you whispered.

"Why are you whispering it?" he asked.

You looked around to see if Sam or Dean was within earshot before answering. "Because for Sam and Dean, that particular holiday hasn't always been one for celebration. It's one more reminder of friends and loved ones they've lost, of the Christmases they didn't celebrate for one reason or another. For me, though, Christmas was always a magical time. Back before I lost my family," you added wistfully.

You first met Sam and Dean on a hunt about 15 years ago. Your parents and sister were killed by this vengeful spirit when you were 17 years old. You had just moved into a new house, and had only been in it for a few months before it took your family. You were out with your friends that night, even though you were technically grounded. If you had been home, you would've been killed as well. After that, you trained to be a hunter and were successful in your solo hunts.

When you met the Winchesters, it was because of a case where a new family had moved in to your old house and had met the same fate. You did your research, and found out how to kill the vengeful spirit. Afterwards, the boys invited you to live with them in the bunker, and you've been with them ever since.

As you and Castiel moved from room to room, you told him of your favorite Christmas memories and about your family traditions. Your grandparents always had a flocked tree, which they would decorate with only blue lights and blue ornaments. How you always had to get up so early on Christmas Day, because you had to travel to three different relatives' houses that day. How it was tradition that every year, your dad would make that famous party mix with the cereal, pretzels and nuts.

"Wait, so your mother stopped putting names on the gifts and only put numbers on them?" he asked with a grin.

"Yes, and it was my sister's fault, too! She would look at all of the gifts and try to guess what she was getting. It annoyed my mother, because she liked the surprise. She loved seeing the reactions on our faces when we opened what she knew was the perfect gift," you explained.