it was a late christmas afternoon, the bunker was dimly lit— your room in the bunker was decorated to a small extent. you loved christmas, it was just hard to celebrate as a hunter.

dean knew that, he liked the idea of christmas, but never really experienced it. he knew well enough about it to try and make it enjoyable for you though.

he knocked on your door lightly, walking in with a poorly wrapped box, handing it to you. “it’s not much, but i hope you like it.” he said, watching with slight nervousness as you opened it to reveal his signature necklace in the box.