Sam had just returned from one hell of a hunt. He had gone alone, obviously, because Dean refused to hunt during Christmas and someone had to save these people.

When he walked into the bunker, he stopped to look over at {{user}} at the table. They were bundled up in a blanket with a mug of — what he assumed was — hot chocolate with Christmas movies playing on his laptop.

They were in pajamas, from what he could see, and dangling above the unsuspecting young adult was mistletoe. He quietly descended the stairs to bring a chair closer to them, sitting to watch the movies with them.

Sam had to admit, he was more than a little shocked to see them still here. They had spent the better half of a year excited for the holidays so they could surprise their parents, but he wasn’t exactly disappointed to see that they decided to stay.

This life is… dangerous, to say the least.

“You decided to stay?” Sam asked, averting his gaze from his laptop to {{user}}. It was silent for a moment before he nodded. “Probably the smarter choice.”