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Who: Winchester Extended Family (Sam, Dean, Jo, Castiel, Gabriel, and any guest they bring, Elizabeth perhaps?)
What: Christmas
Where: Singer Auto Salvage
When: December 25th
Rating: No more than PG
Notes: Thread hop, mini-party style.
It was Christmas morning and with the tree lit up in the living room, messily but lovingly decorated with the angel seated on top, Dean had already gotten up and put a few things out, as well as heading to the store to pick up a certain someone. The puppy had been easy to wrestle into the car Dean had taken instead of the Impala (no way in Hell was he getting dog stink in his Baby) and he'd left on the ribbon the store clerk had put on the pup's collar.
With him left to waddle around the living room and explore his territory, Dean had gotten Sam's motorcycle and Jo's car pulled out of the garage and covered with sheets to keep them clean from the snow, and a joke mini-bike for Sam was wrapped up in the kitchen. Castiel's television was set on a table and everything else was under the tree. He even had gifts set out for Gabriel that he'd send to Hatfield House if Gabe didn't come by to see his own little brother today.
Dinner would be cooked somehow, between him and Castiel, and they'd figure out everything else through the day. Christmas was hardly a Winchester tradition, but Dean wanted to do this year right, especially with how quickly it seemed Sam's mental state was deteriorating. If they didn't find a way to fix him, then he'd make he gave Sam a Christmas he'd remember, different to the one they shared before he went to Hell, but still as important.
And there'd be no god damn mistletoe today.
What: Christmas
Where: Singer Auto Salvage
When: December 25th
Rating: No more than PG
Notes: Thread hop, mini-party style.
It was Christmas morning and with the tree lit up in the living room, messily but lovingly decorated with the angel seated on top, Dean had already gotten up and put a few things out, as well as heading to the store to pick up a certain someone. The puppy had been easy to wrestle into the car Dean had taken instead of the Impala (no way in Hell was he getting dog stink in his Baby) and he'd left on the ribbon the store clerk had put on the pup's collar.
With him left to waddle around the living room and explore his territory, Dean had gotten Sam's motorcycle and Jo's car pulled out of the garage and covered with sheets to keep them clean from the snow, and a joke mini-bike for Sam was wrapped up in the kitchen. Castiel's television was set on a table and everything else was under the tree. He even had gifts set out for Gabriel that he'd send to Hatfield House if Gabe didn't come by to see his own little brother today.
Dinner would be cooked somehow, between him and Castiel, and they'd figure out everything else through the day. Christmas was hardly a Winchester tradition, but Dean wanted to do this year right, especially with how quickly it seemed Sam's mental state was deteriorating. If they didn't find a way to fix him, then he'd make he gave Sam a Christmas he'd remember, different to the one they shared before he went to Hell, but still as important.
And there'd be no god damn mistletoe today.