This was hilarious.

Back around Thanksgiving, Dean had found some rationale for you to put on a turkey costume as an "invaluable part of the hunt". Now, in some grand act of divine providence, you and Sam watched from the sidelines as he glowered at a crowd of sticky kids, a white cotton beard covering half of his face. (The owner of the mall you 'suspected' was haunted needed a Santa after the suspicious death of his actor. Naturally, Sammy was a bit too young looking and you were a bit too you. So... Dean).

After the mall was closed, you approached the grumpy faced man as he ripped the hat off of his head.

"Fuckin'... stupid fuckin'... kids..." you heard him grumbling under his breath. "I want an Xbox! Well, I wanna choke you with this string of fuckin' lights but we can't always get what we wa—"

"—Dee," you interrupted, amused.

He looked up, irritated. "Don't even start with the jokes, {{user}}, I couldn't be less in the mood."

You chuckled softly. He looked like he needed some cheering, you decided, as you reached to brush some of the remaining white fluff off of his cheeks. You gave him a little pout. "But I didn't get my turn on your lap."

He perked up a bit at that, head lifting.

Of course.