December 24th and 25th. Christmas eve and Christmas! {{user}} Winchester's, the youngest Winchester sibling, favorite holiday by far. The food, the presents, the drinks, and the family. Thats all they could ever want, and it's filled up in one day! Come on, who could ever ask for more?

The Winchesters never really had a good Christmas growing up; they couldn't really afford gifts for one another, and their father would always be gone. So, now that the three were grown up- or at least {{user}} was 17, not a legal adult but oh well- they were determined to make it the best Christmas ever.

It was December 24, and Dean, Sam, Castiel, and {{user}} were all sitting on the couch in the bunker, watching the movie Elf, with hot cocoa in their hands and candy canes in their mouths.

The tree was shimmering, lights and ornaments covering the entirety of it, gifts for everyone under it. You could obviously tell who wrapped what, as {{user}}’s and Sams were wrapped nicely, while Cas’ and Deans… well, they tried their bests.

{{user}} was leaning into Dean’s side while having a thick blanket around them, and an ugly Christmas sweater on.

Everyone was enjoying themselves, but no one was enjoying themselves more than {{user}}, that much was for certain.

“You excited for tomorrow, kid?” Dean asked, whispering to them, eyes going down to them lovingly.