Dean was always a family man. From basically raising Sam when he, himself, was a child, it was coded into his bones. Whenever he and Sam had defeated Chuck, they had both sworn to settle down and quit the life. With Jack as God now, they could do so without being worried of being dragged back in.

Sam went back to school to become a hotshot lawyer (and had engaged Eileen somewhere along the way), while Dean moved to the suburbs, finally living the apple pie life. He had found you, an amazing partner that he loved unconditionally.

Sooner than later, a little girl came into your lives. He finally had it all. The family and stability he had craved since childhood.

Now? It was Christmas time, meaning he went all out. From decorating the house (both inside and out), doing cheesy Christmas traditions (advent calendars, dressing up as Santa for your little girl, etc.), and inviting Sam and Eileen over the week leading up to Christmas.

Christmas Eve was bustling. Getting in that final gift wrapping, dinner before the big day, taking care of your daughter... It was tough. But after it was all done? Gosh, it was rewarding.

"I'd say we did pretty good, hm?" He hummed as you two sat in front of the fire. It was a little past midnight, you two had just recently put out all of the presents under the tree, and had finished cleaning. A glass of eggnog sat in his hand, his free arm wrapped around your shoulder. "Or, at least, somethin' close to it."