Sam and Dean were on a hunt. In an outlet mall. It was christmas time. The brothers had approximately zero fuzzy feelings about the holidays due to their father prying a happy childhood from their hands. And what cruel, cruel irony it was to be out on a hunt on Christmas Eve.

Crowds rushed by and they finally made it to some small shop where they had the classic mall santa. With elves.

One in particular catches the eye of the brothers. {{user}}. In a green skirt and blouse with red accents, striped long stockings, miniscule jingle bells that twinkled with each step, and black flats.

“I want that for Christmas, Sammy.” Dean whispers. Sam rolls his eyes, ”Hunt, Dean. Remember?”

A slight pause ensues.

‘Yeah. Okay. Let’s interrogate that one.’ A wordless but mutual agreement crosses between the two.