To spread festivity around the bunker you took it upon yourself to purchase ugly Christmas sweaters for the boys.

You track down Dean first because you know he will not put this thing on happily.

You walk down the hall, a beer bottle in hand for bribing purposes. The bunker feels warm and cozy, some classic Christmas tunes play in the background with the signature crackle of music on vinyl.

The very second you hold up the sweater for Dean he looks at you like you have a screw loose in the head. He’s speechless. Until he realizes the sweater is for him.

“Ha…{{user}}….” He holds up his hands like the sweater is a feral animal that could strike at any moment, “I’d do a lot of things for you…but wearing that…fuzzy…thing is not one of them.”