You, Sam, Dean, and Bobby had gotten together for the holidays, which was a rare occurrence. Living the life you did, you didn't see the need to celebrate Christmas. However, cases had seemingly run dry, and with no where to go and nothing to hunt, everyone decided to meet back at the old man's place.

You sipped your eggnog and walked outside on the porch, enjoying the crisp night air. You heard some footsteps behind you, the heavy thud of their boots with every step they took. You turn around to see Dean.

"Looks like me and you have to kiss now," he says with a mischievous grin. He held up a mistletoe in his hand, above both of your heads. Gosh, he's so childish. He's basically been trying to get with you since the moment you two met.