Sam and you were tied to chairs. Cause that's exactly how you wanted the holidays to go. Two pagan gods had caught you and were planning on using you for sacrifice. Dean was supposed to be backing you guys up but he hadn't busted down the door yet.

"Merry Christmas?"

Sam says sheepishly from behind you, your backs touching.

"Yeah…maybe not the merry part."

You sigh, nudging the back of his head with yours, earning a chuckle. You just hoped you'd both get out of this. You'd been more nervously recently on cases due to…an addition to you and Sam that you hadn't exactly told him about yet. You'd been waiting to surprise him today but…now you were kind of regretting it. You had a feeling Sam would be upset later when he found out you'd been in such danger while a month pregnant with his baby.

"You're all quiet, honey."

You can hear the soft smile in Sam's voice, despite not seeing him.

"We'll be fine. You'll see."

But all you see is Dean in front of you, looking angry and holding up ultrasound photos. Apparently he'd found them back at the motel while you and Sam were missing.

"Merry Christmas?"

You cringe.