"How much longer do you think this hunt will take?" You asked, staring at the snow steadily falling outside the hotel window. Wrapped in the fuzzy blanket you brought with you everywhere, you couldn't help the gloomy feeling that seemed to settle over you.

Sam barely even glanced up from the book he was glancing through. Dean did look up from the laptop. "I dunno. Maybe two, three days tops," he answered, exactly as you knew he would, but hearing it out loud dropped your mood even more.

"But Christmas is tomorrow," you sighed. Sure, it wasn't as if you went all out for the Holidays. But this had been the Christmas Dean had promised to celebrate. To get a tree, to bake cookies and have presents in the morning. But none of that was going to happen because of some freaking vampires.

His eyes opened wide as his brain processed everything that was happening. "Oh Y/N, I'm so sorry," he exclaimed. "I know you really wanted to celebrate this year. We can celebrate when we get back."

"Sure, but it won't be the same," you answered, trying to smile at him, but it didn't last more than a second. Tossing off the blanket, you tugged on your coat. "I'm going to go to the diner down the street."

"I can go...," Dean started to say, but you had already shut the door. The snow was covering the sidewalk, your boots slipping slightly. The house next to your hotel was brightly decorated with Christmas lights, a snowman in the front yard. The front window was open, and you could see the family inside. The Dad had the young boy on his shoulders, leaning forward to let him place an ornament on the top of the tree. The Mom was standing off to the side, holding on to the star that was supposed to go on top, watching her husband with so much love.

Reaching up, you brushed a frozen tear from your cheek, sniffling back more as the husband pulled her to his side, pressing a kiss to her temple. It made your heart hurt to see such a warm, normal scene and realize that you would never get it. Your life would be full of monsters and blood, and cheap hotel rooms. And while that was enough for most of the year, on Christmas you let yourself yearn for something more.

Your shoulders scrunched low, you walked through the snow, coming up to the little mom and pop restaurant you had seen earlier. Only two cars were in the lot, a couple of tables busy inside. Taking one of the booths at the end, you glanced at the menu. Feeling a little guilty for leaving Sam and Dean behind, you sent them a quick text, telling them you would bring food back.

"What can I get ya, dearie?" The older waitress asked, smacking her gum loud as she tapped the pen on the order pad.

"Pancakes and hot chocolate," you decided suddenly, needing some sort of comfort food on this disappointing day. She smiled at you, writing down your order.

Once she had left, you stared out the window as the cars passed by. Families driving to look at lights, or finishing last-minute shopping. Maybe heading to a family's house to wake up all together on Christmas morning.

"You all alone for Christmas?" The waitress asked, sitting the hot chocolate in front of you. It was topped with a mountain full of whipped cream and red and green sprinkles.

"No. They're just busy right now," you sighed. "And I'm just wishing that things were a little different."

"I know what you mean sweetheart," she smiled. "Let me know if you need anything else."

She came back a couple of minutes later with your pancakes and bacon. "Bacon's on the house."

Sending her back with the order for Sam and Dean, you slowly ate the pancakes, in no hurry to get back to that depressing hotel room.

"Y/N!" Dean called out, shaking the snow from his coat as he stepped inside. He slid in the seat beside you, eyeing the takeout bag sitting beside your empty plate. "What did ya get me?"

"Bacon cheeseburger," you answered. "But you didn't have to come to get me."

"It's snowing like crazy out there. I didn't want you walking back by yourself."

Taking some cash from your wallet, you left the nice waitress a healthy tip before pulling your coat on. "Well, I'm ready."

He took the food, winking at the waitress as he held the door for you. At least four inches covered the sidewalk, and it didn't look like it was going to end anytime soon. "Listen I know you're disappointed about not being back at the Bunker for Christmas," he started, walking beside you as you carefully made your way down the slick sidewalk.

"Yeah, and I know it's stupid. We're here to save people, and that's what's worth it," you sighed. "But it's always so hard at Christmas time, you know? Realizing that we don't have the normal lives people do. That we don't get to celebrate the Holidays."

"Well, we should. And we're going to make sure to take time for us," he insisted, stopping in front of the hotel door. "Y/N, I hated seeing you so disappointed. I wanted it too. To celebrate Christmas with you. Wake up in the morning and open presents with you. To spend the day with the people I love the most. That's why Sam and I did this."

He pushed open the door, stepping to the side to let you enter before him. The cramped, dismal place had been transformed in the short time you had been gone. A lopsided tree sat on the dresser, decorated with car fresheners and candy canes. Lights were strung up on the window and across the headboards while tinsel was everywhere. A couple of hastily wrapped packages were under the tree, and Sam was currently pouring eggnog.

"You did all of this?" You whispered, taking the plastic glass of eggnog, tears welling up in your eyes. "Just for me?"

Dean wrappepd his arm around your shoulder. "Well, not just for you. Sam and I realized that we get so busy in the hunting life that we often forget to stop and enjoy the little things. So we are celebrating Christmas. Sure, it might not be in the Bunker, and we'll still have to go gank some Vampires later. But in between we are going to have the best damn Christmas we can. And then I promise you, New Year's will be the biggest celebration we've ever had."

You threw your arms around him, falling even more in love with those one of a kind man. "Oh, and look up," he winked at you. Glancing up, you noticed Mistletoe taped to the fan.

"Gladly," you answered, pulling Dean to you for a kiss.