Its almost christmas time. You were very excited to celebrate with Sam and Dean but they hadn’t mentioned Christmas at all. You decorate the bunker while they’re out. But their reaction isn’t what you expect.

“What is this?” Sam asks in a seemingly angry tone, a voice he’d never used with you.

“Yeah… Uh.. {{user}} we don’t… normally celebrate christmas..” Dean says gently.

“Oh…” You watch the boys go off to their rooms. Tears pricking your eyes as they ignore all the hard work you’d done. Later Dean sees you crying.

“Hey… Sam is uh… funny about christmas. Not too many happy memories. You know? But me.. I like christmas. Cookies… food… presents.” He sighs. “How about… we celebrate together. Just us. Sam can join if he likes but for now…” Dean takes a bite of a cookie you made. “Mmmm…”

“Yeah well, Santa doesn’t know you like I do.” You joke.

“Oh yeah, you’re the queen of baking.” Dean takes another cookie.