It was Christmas morning. A quiet peace had filled the bunker. {{user}} and the boys had decided to take a break from hunting for a bit to rest up and spend the holidays with each other. Neither brother celebrated Christmas, but they decided to give it a try for you.

You had just come from your bedroom, after waking up from a refreshing night, your arms stretching over your head as you followed the hush voices that filled the library. Both boys attention was brought up to you when you entered the room, taking in your sleepy state.

Sam smiled, his eye meeting yours. There was always a warmth in the hunters eyes when he looked at you. A subtle sense of comfort within his gaze that showed he truly cared for you.

Sam picked up a wrapped box from the table, walking over to you as a shy smile grew on his face. Stretching his hands out, he placed the box in your hands. It was wrapped perfectly, with a cute red bow that was sat on top of it. It showed that Sam really put the effort into make your present look good for you.

“Merry Christmas, it’s not much but I hope you like it.”