Sam and Dean had known {{user}} for most of their lives. You had grown up alongside the brothers since your father worked with John whilst you guys grew up. You’ve known the way the Winchesters family run, they didn’t celebrate many things. No Christmas, no Thanksgiving, not even birthdays. It wasn’t rare that hunters didn’t celebrate the holidays much but the Winchesters were above and beyond.

It was Christmas Eve, the night everyone was out celebrating with family and friends. It was a surprise to you when you returned from a food run. A small tree sat in a bucket on a table in the motel room. The boys were sat on the couch, Dean looking up at you when you entered the room, a smile growing on the older Winchesters face.

He gestured to for you to come sit down, patting the seat beside him. When you sat down on the couch in between Sam and Dean, Deans eyes went down to yours. There was a softened look in his eyes that was rare for him. Without saying a word he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you close to his side as he turned his gaze towards the small TV that the motel room had which was playing the game.

It was a nice change in pace for your lives. To be surround by the people closest to you in life, not worrying about anything but what was in the moment. There was a comfortable feeling in the air, peace.

“Merry Christmas, {{user}}.”