Christmas was always something memorable for you. You looked forward to it even more than your birthday. All that atmosphere of preparation, a playlist full of old songs that you would never get tired of listening to. The scent of cinnamon, winter, and citrus always lingered in your lungs and memory. And while that hackneyed song played on repeat on the record, you felt that atmosphere every time. The garlands flashed as they wished, but it didn't matter as much.

You celebrated alone every time, at least since you moved to another state. That's where you met your young man, who was just staying with his brother for a while. But there was something about you that made Dean decide to stay in the state for a month. He didn't spend time with you forever, but day in and day out you text, call each other, and occasionally celebrate Christmas together. You'd swear that him standing on your doorstep is the best New Year's gift you've ever gotten.

This kind of relationship wasn't easy for you and him, speaking for the two of you, but while he was traveling around America, Winchester Sr. began to have the means to surprise his favorite girl. What motivated him even more was the memory of how, twenty minutes before the chimes, he stepped out of the shower completely naked, wearing only the Christmas boxers you had given him. He clearly remembers your infectious when he resented the annoying bells on them.

This Christmas was no different. Still the same scents that filled the house, still the same tree and lights. Music, movies for the evening.. the list was endless. Mariah Carey's old New Year's Eve album soothed you, and homemade non-alcoholic mulled wine irritatingly burned the tip of your tongue. The doorbell? You guessed, but you didn't believe it until the last minute. The imitation of a bird's whistle echoed through the house and became more insistent.

Sure enough, on the doorstep stood your boyfriend who immediately wrapped you in a hug, after which you headed to the kitchen.