When Dean woke up, he almost yelped. Someone had decided it was a great idea to place one of those stupid ass elves in front of his face. He grabbed the doll and stormed down to Sam's room. Dean slammed the door open, rousing Sam. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes, wondering what the hell pissed off Dean so much.

"Not funny man." Dean shot out, chucking the elf at Sam, who caught it surprise.

"Uh, Dean," Sam began, shooting a cautious look at him, "I didn't place this in your room."

"That innocent act isn't fooling anyone." Dean replied, glaring heavily now.

"I'm serious." Sam protested against him. "You can just place it down in storage, and we can forget this ever happened."

Dean shot him one last suspicious glare, before storming down into storage, practically throwing the doll into it's depths. By the time Dean got back to the kitchen, Sam had left him an apology cup of coffee. He snatched in from him, downing it in one go.

A yelp came from the next room, causing Dean to sprint in, holding a knife from the kitchen. Sam was standing there, apparently nothing wrong.

"Seriously, did you just see the state of your hair Samantha?" Dean asked, rolling his eyes at his brother. Sam glared at him, pointing to something on the shelf. As Dean looked closer, he saw that it was that damn elf.

"Don't look at me. I put that damn thing in storage room." he said, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Put it back." Sam hissed as he walked past Dean.

*******

For the next two weeks, the elf kept popping up at random times, disappearing just as soon as one of the Winchesters caught sight of it. Some of the times, the elf popped up at really inconvenient times, such as when Dean was baking a pie, or when Sam was on one of those fan sites for the Supernatural books for Destiel, not that Dean knew.

*********

"Dean, you need to call Cas." Sam begged him, hair frazzled with some funky angles.

"Why can't you call him?" Dean hissed at Sam. Both of the brothers were currently hiding from the elf, neither knowing where the damn thing would pop up next.

Sam gave him bitchface #362. "Because he lo... I mean, you guys share a profound bond and all, and he usually comes when you call."

Dean gave him a face, but closed his eyes to pray none the less. "Cas, uh, we have a slight situation with an toy elf thing, and it'd be cool if you got your ass over here."

"Hello Dean." Cas said popping up right behind Dean, who spun around in surprise.

"Cas, work on your fucking landings." Dean said annoyed, then muttered, "At least you didn't squash me."

"I apologize Dean. However it was one time, and I cannot tell were you are exactly when I land." Cas replied, making Dean roll his eyes and start muttering about stupid angels. Sam stared at both of them, wondering when the hell Dean called up Cas and when Cas almost squashed Dean.... he wanted to know.

The was a slight pop and then the elf fell onto Cas's head. The boys stared at it like it was Lucifer in a clown suit. Cas merely picked it up and stared at it, extremely confused.

"Yay!" a tiny voice squealed, causing Cas to drop the elf. When the elf hit the ground, it sniffled for a bit before latching onto Sam's leg and crying.

Sam looked helplessly at his brother, unsure of what to do. Dean looked like he was going to burst out laughing, and Cas was still confused.

"Let me stay here!" it screeched when Sam gently tried to shake it off.

"Uh, okay?" Sam said, extremely confused. "Who are you anyway?"

The question- or the fact Sam let it stay- made it happy, "I'm a lesser demon that can only get into dolls. Everyone hates me!"

By the end of it, the el... demon was in tears again. The boys glanced at each other, unsure of how to deal with an overemotional demon doll.

"Uh, could you maybe give my brother, my friend, and I a moment to talk?" Sam asked the demon, causing Dean to look at him incredulously. The demon nodded dramatically and poofed away.

"Dude, what the hell?!" Dean whisper shouted at Sam.

"What was I supposed to do?" Sam whispered back. Dean shrugged.

"Any ideas on how to gank it?"

"Dean, I have a hard time being able to gank it, when it reminds me a bit too much of Becky." Sam replied, cringing when he said her name.

"Damnit Sam!" Dean exclaimed, looking like he was thinking the same thing now.

"Why don't you talk to it?" Cas said. Sam and Dean looked at him, obviously they forgot he was here. Cas sighed. "It seems to approve of you Sam, so I believe you could ask it to leave."

Dean nodded in agreement. Sam stared at both of them and sighed in defeat.

"We have a question for you." Sam called out. He shrugged his shoulders when nothing appeared. "Maybe it didn't work."

However fate decided to hate Sam, because the elf leapt into his arms shouting something with joy.

"What did you need?" the adoration in the voice caused Sam to flinch. Dean burst into laughter, unable to deal with the fact that a demon doll liked Sam. Cas glanced at Dean and escorted him out because the elf looked ready to cry, and Sam looked ready to kill.

The elf gazed at Sam, "I hung mistletoe for them, does that make you happy?"

Sam stared at the elf, before smirking. He crept over to the door and peered in. His grin became wider as he saw Destiel leaning forward to meet.

"Let's leave them in peace." Sam whispered to the demon as he shut the door. Sam thought that this was a very good christmas indeed.