Nothing was better than this. Sam's arms wrapped around you as you sit on his lap on Bobby's couch, the fireplace roaring, the house loud with laughter. It was Christmas Eve, and everything was perfect. The Santa Clause played on the TV.

"Goddammit, who ate the last slice of the ice cream pie!"

Dean yells from the kitchen, glaring at Ash as he nonchalantly raises his hand, too invested in the movie to care about Dean's rage. Sam chuckles softly, his nose nudging the side of your neck.

"D'you want more wine?"

He whispers softly, planting gentle kisses on your soft skin.

"Yeah."

You nod, looking up at him. God, what a beautiful man. Merry Christmas to you.

"Just half a glass."

Sam smiles, sliding you off of him and stretching as he heads to the kitchen. You watch him go, wrapping your arms around yourself subconsciously to imitate his heat.

"Someone's getting cracked tonight."

Your cousin Jo snorts from the floral armchair in the corner, laughing into her beer can.

"Oh, shut up before I crack your nose."

You retort, pouting a little and slumping onto the couch cushions. Jo and Ellen laugh at you, Ellen sitting at the coffee table putting bows on the gifts Bobby had horribly wrapped.

"Did you get new lingerie for tonight?"

Jo teases, wanting to watch you squirm.

"He can hear you!"

You whine, glancing towards the kitchen where Sam was clearly eavesdropping with that stupid smirk.

"Oh well."

Jo shrugs, drinking the rest of her beer and burping, glancing at Dean. You roll your eyes at her, crossing your arms as Sam walks back over with your glass of wine.

"Here, honey."

He gives it to you, sitting at your side and making sure you like it before relaxing.

"D'you wanna go upstairs soon?"

Sam whispers, his hazel eyes starting to get needy. You glance around before nodding, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Once the movie's over."