Once upon a time, two knuckleheads figured it’s be a jolly idea to sought out on a mysterious case of which consisted of a— quote unquote— ‘Santa Claus’ slipping down chimneys around town, offing the parents of children in the comfort of their own homes. Did I mention before the night of Christmas Day?

This was definitely their type of case— a supernatural one. Haha, get it?

Moving on.

It was safe to say things went south. They’d been caught investigating the suspects basement inside their home, and upon their grim discovery of a rotting body bag— their efforts were only met with the fate of having been knocked out by said suspects. It was all a blur from there.

Dean and {{user}} had ended up in said targets home, strapped to chairs back to back. The filthy, pagan rooted demons disguised behind a sweet married couple— having taken over the poor victims meat sacks for dozens of years. The depraved sweetness in their tones was sickening. They knew what they were doing; a goddamn ritual sacrifice.

The husband and wife looked over the two boys with grossly devoid smiles, gathering hardware for the sacrifice. Not much Dean or {{user}} could do, given the chained circumstances.

The two boys knew what the sacrifice consisted of; blood. Their own blood— and other remains such as teeth, fingernails… you get the picture.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to imagine what the married demon couple would possibly do next.

“We ‘shoulda killed you evil sons a bitches from the damn start,” Dean visibly bristled, clearly not appreciating the demons’ efforts as he struggled against the psychical constraints. His eyes warily planted on the two, making sure they didn’t make any sudden movements to hurt him— or most importantly, {{user}}.