3.08 A Very Supernatural Christmas (transcript)

SUPERNATURAL

3.08 A Very Supernatural Christmas

Written by: Jeremy Carver

Directed by: J. Miller Tobin

Air Date: 13 Dec 2007

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON: ONE YEAR AGO

CHRISTMAS NIGHT, HOUSE: Bell rings, a boy opened the door and an old guy come inside.

STEVIE: Merry Christmas, Grand pa.

GRANDPA: Oh, merry Christmas to you too, Stevie. (Hugs his grandson tight and come inside with him)

STEVIE: Did you bring me any presents?

GRANDPA: Now, why would I want to do that?

STEVIE: Cause it’s Christmas.

GRANDPA: Oh, I thought Santa Claus brought the presents at Christmas. You have been a good boy this year, haven’t you

STEVIE: I have, I swear.

GRANDPA: Well, then, who knows? Maybe he’ll come.

CUT SCENE: CHRISTMAS TREE, GRANDPA is disguising as SANTA. He prepares his look and pulls of the fake beard, covers his chin with it. Then he wears his hat while checking on somebody. STEVIE walks down the stair because he realizes there are sounds from the family room. He’s not go down instead hiding behind the stairs and watches SANTA/GRANDPA takes something out of his red big bag.

STEVIE: Santa! (Half whispered)

SANTA/GRANDPA keeps searching for presents from his bag when suddenly thump sounds come from the roof.

STEVIE: Reindeer! (Half whispered)

SANTA/GRANDPA looks confused but he prefers to dig present from his bag and then the second sounds is heard. Like someone is walking in the roof. SANTA/GRANDPA looks up but the sounds disappear again. Then he looks at the fireplace, sprinkles of snow falls from the chimney. SANTA/GRANDPA decides to check it. Suddenly hands grab SANTA/GRANDPA and pull him up to the chimney. SANTA/GRANDPA screams while STEVIE, which is in the other room, looks surprised.

STEVIE: Santa?

One of SANTA/GRANDPA falls from the chimney, with blood stain on it.

TITLE: A VERY SUPERNATURAL CHRISTMAS

YPSILANTI, MICHIGAN: PRESENT DAY

A girl is looking outside from her house through the glass door and a woman stand outside, been interviewing. 

WOMAN: Um, my daughter and I were in our beds. Mike was downstairs decorating the tree. I heard a thump on the roof and then I heard Mike scream, and now I’m talking to the FBI.

DEAN: And you didn't see any of it?

MRS. WALSH: No, he was… he was just gone

DEAN: The doors were locked? There was no forced entry?

MRS. WALSH: That’s right.

DEAN: Does anybody else have a key?

MRS. WALSH: My parents.

DEAN: Where do they live?

MRS. WALSH: Florida.

SAM suddenly shows up. He walks from inside of the house.

SAM: Thanks for letting me have a look around, mrs. Walsh. I think we, uh, got just about everything we need. We’re all set.

DEAN: We’ll be in touch.

MRS. WALSH nods, then when DEAN and SAM almost leaves, she calls them again.

MRS. WALSH: Agents…

DEAN and SAM turn around to hear her.

MRS. WALSH: The police said my husband might have been kidnapped.

DEAN: Could be.

MRS. WALSH: Then why haven’t the kidnappers called. O-or or demanded a ransom? It’s three days till Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?

SAM: We’re very sorry.

MRS. WALSH can’t say anything while SAM and DEAN leave her.

DEAN: Find anything?

SAM: (Sighs) Stocking, mistletoe… this. (Gives DEAN something out of his pocket)

DEAN: A tooth? Where was this? (Examines at the tooth)

SAM: In the chimney.

DEAN: No way a man fits up a chimney. It’s too narrow.

SAM: No way he fits up in one piece.

DEAN: Alright, so, if dad went up the chimney—

SAM: We need to find out what dragged him up there.

DAY: MOTEL, SAM is searching over the internet about demon in Christmas time. Door opens and DEAN walks inside.

DEAN: So, was I right? Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?

SAM: Yep. It's, uh, it’s actually Dick Van Dyke.

DEAN: Who?

SAM: “Mary Poppins”

DEAN: Who’s that?

SAM: Oh come on— Never mind (Waves his hand)

DEAN: It turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month.

SAM: Oh yeah?

DEAN: Yeah.

SAM: The other guy get dragged up the chimney, too?

DEAN: Don’t know. Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof. So, what the hell do you think we're dealing with?

SAM: Actually, I have an idea.

DEAN: Yeah?

SAM: Uh, it's gonna sound crazy.

DEAN: What could you possibly say that sounds crazy to me?

SAM: Um… evil santa. (Smiles)

DEAN: (Paused and then nods) Yeah, that’s crazy.

SAM: Yeah… I mean, I’m just saying that there’s some version of the anti Claus in every culture. (Shows DEAN some evil santa pictures) You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter. (DEAN grabs it from SAM) Whatever you want to call it, there’s all sorts of lore.

DEAN: Saying what?

SAM: Saying back in the day Santa’s brother went rogue and now he shows up around Christmas time, instead of bringing presents, he punishes the wicked.

DEAN: By hauling their ass up chimneys?

SAM: For starters, yeah.

DEAN: So, this is your theory, huh? Santa’s shady brother?

SAM: Well, I’m just saying that’s what the lore says.

DEAN: Santa doesn’t have a brother. There’s no santa.

SAM: Yeah, I know. You’re the one who told me that in the first place, remember. (Looks at DEAN who’s going speechless) Yeah, you know what, I could be wrong.

DEAN: Maybe, maybe not.

SAM: What?

DEAN: I did a little digging. Turns out both victims visited the same place before they got snatched.

SAM: Where?

DAY: SANTA’S VILLAGE, Christmas song is in tune; the children are playing, and people wears Christmas costumes are walking.

DEAN: It does kind of lend Credence to the theory, don’t it?

SAM: Yeah, but anti-claus? Couldn’t be.

DEAN: It’s a Christmas miracle. Hey, speaking of, we should have one this year.

SAM: Have one what?

DEAN: A Christmas.

SAM: (Scoffs) No, thanks.

DEAN: No, We’ll get a tree, a little Boston market, just like when we’re little.

SAM: Dean, those we’ren’t exactly hallmark memories for me, you know.

DEAN: What are you talking about, we had some great Christmases.

SAM: Whose childhood are you talking about?

DEAN: Oh, come on, Sam.

SAM: No, just… no.

DEAN: (Surprised) all right, Grinch.

DEAN walks away, while SAM looks at him feel guilty. Suddenly he notices a reindeer’s statue is staring at him. SAM looks uncomfortable.

[FLASHBACK] BROKEN BOW, NEBRASKA: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1991

NIGHT: MOTEL, The TV is playing “A year without Santa Claus”, SAM is wrapping something with newspaper.

DEAN: What is that?

SAM: A present for dad.

DEAN: Yeah, right. Where’d you get the money? Steal it?

SAM: No. Uncle Bobby gave it to me to give to him. Said it was real special.

DEAN: What is it?

SAM: A ponny.

DEAN: (Scoffs) Very funny.

SAM keeps wrapping his little present, while DEAN sit next to him. He grabs a magazine and starts to read it.

SAM: Dad’s gonna be here, right?

DEAN: He’ll be here.

SAM: It’s Christmas.

DEAN: He knows and he’ll be here. Promise.

SAM: Where is he anyway?

DEAN: On business.

SAM: What kind of business?

DEAN: You know that. He sells stuff.

SAM: What kind of stuff?

DEAN: Stuff!

SAM: Nobody ever tells me anything.

DEAN: (Rolls his eyes) then quit asking.

DEAN leaves SAM and walks to the bed. He swipes all the junks from it and starts reading again.

SAM: Is dad a spy?

DEAN: Mm-hmm. He’s James Bond.

SAM: Why do we move around so much?

DEAN: Cause everywhere we go, they get sick of your face.

SAM: I’m old enough, Dean. You can tell me the truth.

DEAN: You don’t wanna know the truth. Believe me.

SAM: Is that why we never talk about… mom?

DEAN: (Upset and closes his magazine) Shut up! Don’t you ever talk about, mom. Ever! (Look at SAM angrily and opens the door)

SAM: Wait, where are you going?

DEAN: Out.

DEAN shuts the door and leaves SAM alone.

BACK TO PRESENT DAY, SAM is still in his own state of mind.

DEAN: You’d think with the 10 bucks, it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow.

SAM: (Awake from his daydreaming) What?

DEAN: Nothing. What are we looking for, again?

SAM: Uhm… (Looks around) lore says that the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets.

DEAN: Great. So we’re looking for a pimp Santa. Why the sweets?

SAM: Think about it, Dean. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know?

DEAN: That’s creepy. How does this thing know who’s been naughty and who’s been nice?

SAM: I don’t know.

NEAR THE BARN, There’s a man wears Santa Clause costumes and a boy sits on his lap.

SANTA: You been a god boy this year?

BOY: Yeah.

SANTA: Santa’s got a special gift for you.

DEAN: (Looks at Santa and the boy) Maybe we do.

The mom’s boy grabs her son and takes him from the Santa. Suddenly an elfin greets the brothers.

ELFIN: Welcome to Santa’s court. Can I escort your child to Santa?

SAM: N-

DEAN: No. No. Uh, but actually my brother here… it's been a lifelong dream of his.

ELFIN: (Looks at SAM like he’s a freak) Uh, sorry. No kids over… 12.

SAM: No, he’s just kidding. We only came here to watch.

ELFIN looks scared and she sees DEAN who shakes his head. The ELFIN backs off.

ELFIN: Eww.

SAM: I-I didn’t mean that we came here to w— Y— (DEAN smiles like nothing’s happen) Thanks a lot, Dean. Thanks for that.

DEAN: (Almost laugh and suddenly turns serious) check it out.

SAM and DEAN watch the SANTA that leaves his chair. SANTA walks with limp leg and coughs. SAM looks unsure, while DEAN examines SANTA.

DEAN: Are you seeing this?

SAM: A lot of people walk with limps, right?

DEAN: Tell me you didn’t smell that. That was candy, man.

SAM: That was ripple, I think. Had to be. (SAM begins suspicious)

DEAN: Maybe. We’re willing to take that chance?

NIGHT: INSIDE THE IMPALA, SAM and DEAN are spying on a house.

SAM: Same as the last time you asked. Here… (Grabs a thermos) Caffeinate.

DEAN takes it from SAM’s and pours some into the cup, turns out the coffee is already empty. DEAN looks at SAM annoyed.

DEAN: Wonderful. (Suddenly he scoffs) Hey, Sam.

SAM: Yeah?

DEAN: Why are you the boy that hates Christmas?

SAM: Dean—

DEAN: I mean, I admit it. We had a few bumpy holidays when we’re kids.

SAM: “Bumpy”?

DEAN: That was then. We’ll do it right this year.

SAM: Look, Dean. If you want to have Christmas, knock yourself out. Just don’t involve me.

DEAN: (Looks at SAM disbelief) Oh, yeah, that’d be great. Me and myself making cranberry molds.

SAM ignores DEAN and he’s back watching the house when he sees SANTA carefully looks outside and closes his window curtain.

DEAN: What’s up with saint Nicotine?

SAM and DEAN wait but nothing happen, so they jump out of the car and run to the house with their gun. DEAN is peeking inside then looking at SAM.

DEAN: What?

SAM: Nothing. It’s just that, uh… well, you know, Mr. Gung Ho Christmas might have to blow away Santa.

DEAN walks inside and SANTA is smoking with his bong.

SANTA: What the hell are you doing here?

SAM and DEAN look stunned. DEAN looks around and realizes SANTA’s only watching TV. DEAN looks at SAM who also confused.

SAM: Ah w—

DEAN: S-silent night…(start to sing and looks at SAM who’s following him)

DEAN & SAM: Holy… night. All is well, all is dry.

SANTA: (Also sing along) bright~

SAM: Round and round… the table… (grabs DEAN to leave the place)

DEAN and SAM try to sing although they don't remember the lyric.

NIGHT: DECORATED HOUSE, inside a kid walks down from the stairs. He’s peeking at the chimney and waiting in front of it. Ashes come from the top and make cripple sounds.

BOY: Santa, you’re early.

Suddenly something shocks the boy. He stares in shocked when a human shape creature walks to the living room with bloody jacket. The boy stares as he goes up inside the parent’s room. Suddenly there’s the mother screaming that startled the boy and a guy murmuring sounds. The creature drags the father inside the bag to downstairs. The father struggles inside the bed and the creature kills the father in front of the boy who’s shaken. Then he grabs cookies and eats it while brings the bag away from the boy.

DAY: HOUSE

DEAN: So, that’s how your son described the attack? “Santa took daddy up the chimney”?

WOMAN: That’s what he says, yes.

DEAN: And where were you?

WOMAN: I was asleep and all of a sudden… I was being dragged out of bed, screaming. (Startled voice)

SAM: Did you see the attacker?

WOMAN: (Shakes her head) It was dark, and he hit me. He knocked me out.

DEAN: (Nods) I’m sorry. I know this is hard.

SAM: Yeah… um, Mrs. Caldwell, where did you get that wreath above the fireplace? (DEAN notices and wonders too)

WOMAN: Excuse me?

DEAN who’s also confused, looks at SAM, waiting for an answer.

SAM: Just curious, you know.

DAY: FRONTYARD

DEAN: Wreaths, huh? Sure you didn’t want to ask her about her shoes? I saw some nice handbags in the foyer.

SAM: We’ve seen that wreath before, Dean.

DEAN: Where?

SAM: The Walshes’. Yesterday.

DEAN: I know, I was just testing you.

DAY: MOTEL, SAM is on the phone.

SAM: Yeah all right. Well keep looking, would you? Thanks Bobby. Well… we’re not dealing with the anti-Claus.

DEAN: What did Bobby say?

SAM: That we're morons. He also said that it was probably meadowsweet in those wreaths.

DEAN: Wow! Amazing. What the hell is meadowsweet?

SAM: It’s pretty rare and it’s probably the most powerful plant in pagan lore.

DEAN: Pagan lore? 

SAM: Yeah. (Looks at his laptop) See, they used meadowsweet for human sacrafices. It was kind of like a… chum for their Gods. Gods were drawn to it and they’d stop by and snack on whatever was the nearest human.

DEAN: Why would somebody be using that for Christmas wreaths?

SAM: It's not as crazy as it sound, Dean. I mean, pretty much every Christmas tradition is pagan.

DEAN: Christmas is Jesus’ birthday.

SAM: No, Jesus’ birthday was probably in the fall. It was actually the winter solstice festival that was co-opted by the church and renamed “Christmas”. But the Yule log, the tree, even the Santa’s red suit, that’s all remnants of pagan worship.

DEAN: How do you know that? What are you gonna tell me next? Easter bunny’s jewish? (SAM speechless) So you think we’re gonna dealing with a pagan God?

SAM: Yeah, probably hold nickar, God of the winter solstice.

DEAN: And all there Martha Stewart wannabes, buying these fancy wreaths…

SAM: Yeah, it’s pretty much like putting a neon sign on your front door saying “Come kill us”.

DEAN: Great.

SAM: Hah… Guess what he gives you in return.

DEAN: Lap dances, hopefully.

SAM: Mild weather.

DEAN: Like no snow in the middle of December.

SAM: In the middle of Michigan, for instance.

DEAN: Do we know how to kill it yet?

SAM: No, Bobby’s working on that right now. We got to figure out where they’re selling those wreaths.

DEAN: You think they’re selling them on purpose? Feeding the victims to this thing?

SAM: (exhales) Let’s find out.

DAY: CHRISTMAS SHOP, SAM and DEAN walk inside the shop and ask some question to the shop keeper.

SHOPKEEPER: Help you boy?

DEAN: Uh, hope so. Uh we’re playing jenga with the Walshes the other night, and a… he hasn’t shut up since about this Christmas wreath. I don’t know you tell him.

SAM: Sure. It was yummy.

SHOPKEEPER: I sell a lot of wreaths, guys.

SAM: Right, right, but you see, this one would have been really special. It had, uh, it had, uh, green leaves, um, white buds on it. It might have been made of, uh… meadowsweet?

SHOPKEEPER: Well, aren’t you fussy one?

SAM can’t say anything and ignores what the man said.

DEAN: (Smiles) He is…

SHOPKEEPER: Anyway, I know the one you’re talking about. I’m all out.

DEAN: Seems like this meadowsweet stuff’s pretty rare and expensive. Why make wreaths out of it?

SHOPKEEPER: Beats me. I didn't make them.

DEAN: Who did?

SHOPKEEPER: Madge Carrigan, a local lady. She said the wreaths were so special, she gave them for free.

SAM: She didn’t chare you?

SHOPKEEPER: Nope.

DEAN: Did you sell them for free?

SHOPKEEPER: Hell no, It’s Christmas. People pay a butload for this crap

DEAN: That’s the spirit.

NIGHT: MOTEL, SAM and DEAN arrive at the motel. DEAN turns on the light and opens the door, while SAM comes inside.

DEAN: How much do you think meadowsweet wreath would’ve cost?

SAM: A couple of hundred dollars at least.

DEAN: This lady’s giving them away for free? What do you think about that?

SAM: Well, sounds pretty suspicious.

BOTH of the brothers take off their jacket and sit on their bed.

DEAN: Remember that wreath dad brought home that one year?

SAM: Do you mean the one he stole from, like, a liquor store?

DEAN: Yeah, it was a bunch of empty beer cans. That thing was great. I bet if I looked around hard enough, I could probably find one just like it.

SAM: All right… dude…, What’s going on with you?

DEAN: What?

SAM: I mean, since when are you being Crosby all of a sudden? Why do you want Christmas so bad?

DEAN: Why are you so against it? Were your childhood memories that traumatic?

SAM: No, that has nothing to do with it.

DEAN: Then what?

SAM: I-I mean, I-I just, I don’t get it. You haven’t talked about Christmas in years.

DEAN: Well yeah, this is my last year.

SAM: (Silent and realize it’s the truth) I know… That’s why I can’t.

DEAN: What do you mean?

SAM: I mean I can’t just sit around, drinking eggnog, pretending everything’s okay. When I know next Christmas you’ll be dead. (DEAN nods) I just can’t.

DEAN nods and realizes the sadness in SAM’s voice. Both of them in silent and don’t discuss it further.

FLASHBACK 1991: MOTEL, DEAN walks inside the room, holds grocery while SAM is reading comic book.

SAM: Thought you went out.

DEAN: Yeah, to get you dinner. (Tosses SAM his food) Don’t forget your vegetables (Tosses him another snack)

DEAN takes off his jacket and opens a can; SAM follows him and sits at his bed.

SAM: I know why you keep a gun under your pillow.

DEAN: (Lifts his pillow and sees his gun) No, you don’t. Stay out of my stuff.

SAM: And I know why we lay salt down everywhere we go.

DEAN: No, you don’t. Shut up.

SAM turns around and grabs something under his bed. It’s JOHN’s diary and SAM tosses it, so DEAN can see it.

DEAN: (Stands up) where’d you get that? That’s dad’s! He’s gonna kick your ass for reading that.

SAM: Are monsters real?

DEAN: What? You’re crazy.

SAM: Tell me.

DEAN: (In silent, he looks away, hesitates, but then he know he can't hide anything from SAM anymore) I swear, if you ever tell dad I told you any of this, I will end you.

SAM: Promise

DEAN: (Looks at JOHN’s diary and sits) Well, the first thing you have to know is we have the coolest dad in the world. He’s a superhero.

SAM: He is?

DEAN: Yeah. Monsters are real. Dad fights them. He’s fighting them right now.

SAM: But dad said the monster under my bed weren’t real.

DEAN: That’s cause he had already checked under there. (SAM thinks) But yeah, they’re real. Almost everything’s real.

SAM: Is Santa real?

DEAN: (Shakes his head) No.

SAM: (Paused) If monster are real, then they could get us. They could get me.

DEAN: Sam’s not gonna let them get you.

SAM: But what if they get him?

DEAN: They aren’t gonna get dad. Dad’s, like, the best.

SAM: I read in dad’s book that they got mom.

DEAN: (Exhales) it’s complicated, Sam.

SAM: If they got mom, they can get dad and if they can get dad, they can get us.

DEAN: It’s not like that. (Moves and sits next to SAM) okay. Dad’s fine. We’re fine. Trust me. (SAM pauses, looks sad and worried. DEAN sees it) You’re okay?

SAM: Yeah. (Looks away and cries)

DEAN: Hey, dad’s gonna be here for Christmas. Just like he always is.

SAM: (Holds his tears) I just want to get to sleep, okay?

DEAN: (Can’t say anything and let SAM sleeps) Yeah, okay.

SAM lays his head on the bed and he cries in silent. DEAN stays in his bed.

DEAN: It all be better when you wake up. You’ll see. Promise.

BACK AT PRESENT, DAY: HOUSE, SAM and DEAN look at the big white house with Christmas decoration on the lawn.

DEAN: This is where mrs. Wreath lives, huh? Can’t you just feel the evil pagan vibe?

SAM looks at DEAN strangely and follows him. DEAN knocks the bell door and an old woman greets them.

MADGE: Yes?

DEAN: Please tell me you’re the Madge Carrigan who makes the meadowsweet wreaths.

MADGE: Why, yes I am.

DEAN: Ha! Bingo.

SAM: Well, we were just admiring your wreaths in mr. Sylar’s place the other day.

MADGE: You were? Well, isn't that meadowsweet just the finest-smelling thing you ever smelled?

SAM: It is, it sure is. But the problem is, is all you wreaths had sold out before we got the chance to buy one.

MADGE: Oh, fudge!

DEAN: You wouldn’t have another one that we could buy from you, would you?

MADGE: No, I’m afraid those were the only ones I had for this season.

SAM: Aww…

DEAN: Tell me something, why did you decide to make them out of meadowsweet?

MADGE: Why, the smell, of course! I don’t think I’ve ever smelled anything finer.

SAM: Yeah… you mentioned that.

EDWARD: What's going on, honey?

MADGE: Well, just some nice boys asking about my wreaths, dear.

EDWARD: Oh the wreaths are fine. Fine wreaths. Oh, care for some peanut brittle? (He offers them peanut brittle)

DEAN ready to grabs it but SAM slaps DEAN’s hand.

SAM: We’re okay.

NIGHT: BACK AT MOTEL, DEAN’s sharpened his wood stick, while SAM checks his laptop.

SAM: I know it. Something was way off with those two.

DEAN: What’d you find?

SAM: The Carrigans lived in Seattle, last year, where two abductions took place right around Christmas. They moved here in January. All that Christmas crap in their house wasn’t boughs of holly. It was vervain and mint.

DEAN: Pagan stuff?

SAM: Serious pagan stuff.

DEAN: So what, Ozzie and Harriet are keeping a pagan God hidden underneath their plastic-covered couch?

SAM: I don’t know. All I know we’re gotta check them out. So, what about Bobby? He’s sure evergreen stakes will kill this thing, right?

DEAN: (Looks at the stick) Yeah he’s sure.

NIGHT: CARRIGAN’S HOUSE, SAM and DEAN walk toward the house and DEAN unlock the door with his pin. They both go inside and bring their stake.

DEAN: (Looks at the couch that still packed. Half whispered) See? Plastic.

SAM and DEAN separate ways and DEAN goes to the living room, looks at all the Christmas ornaments, while SAM goes to the hall and sees some Christmas snow globes. Then he walks inside the dining room and sees a full set of culinary. He walks and finds a door.

SAM: Hey Dean.

BASEMENT: Sam and DEAN walk downstairs and DEAN points his flashlight and finds human bones with blood. They’re checking the room and realize the whole basement looks like a butchery room rather than a storage room. SAM walks and finds a leather bag covered with blood. He looks disgust and moves to another spot. SAM pokes the bag that stills hanging and suddenly the bag move, someone inside is struggling. SAM surprised when suddenly MADGE grabs his neck and chokes him up.

DEAN: Sam!

MADGE pushes SAM to the wall, while DEAN runs to him and tries to stake MADGE, when EDWARD grabs his arm and knocks him to the wall, makes DEAN lying unconscious. MADGE looks at her husband who smiles and looks back at SAM who’s also struggling to breathe.

MADGE: Gosh, I wish you boys hadn’t come down here.

SAM movies his flashlight to THE CARRIGANS’ faces who turn into a rotten face, and when the flashlight is off, their face turn back to normal. MADGE pushes SAM against the wall and SAM is unconscious.

NIGHT: KITCHEN, SAM is conscious and he’s tied up in the chair. Behind him, DEAN is lying unconscious, also tied up in a chair.

SAM: Dean? You okay?

DEAN: Yeah, I think so.

SAM: (Sighs) So, I guess we’re dealing with mr. and mrs. God. (DEAN nods) Nice to know.

THE CARRIGANS come inside the kitchen, joining them with their colorful Christmas theme sweaters.

MADGE: Ooh, and here we thought you two lazybones were gonna sleep straight through all the fun stuff. (Giggles)

DEAN: Miss all this? Nah, we’re partyers.

EDWARD: (Smokes his pipe) Isn’t he a kick in the pants, honey? You’re hunters is what you are.

DEAN: And you’re pagan Gods. So, why don't we just call it even and go our separate ways?

EDWARD: So you can bring more hunters and kill us? Ha ha… I don’t think so.

SAM: You should have thought about that before snacking on humans.

EDWARD: Oh now, Don’t get all wet.

MADGE: Oh, why, we used to take over a hundred tributes a year and that’s a fact (Put napkin on DEAN’s lap). Now what do we take? What, two? Three? (And put another napkin to SAM’s lap)

EDWARD: Hardy boys here make five.

MADGE: Now, that’s not so bad, is it?

DEAN: You say it like that; I guess you guys are the Cunninghams.

EDWARD: You, mister better show us a little respect.

SAM: Or what? You’ll eat us?

EDWARD: Not so fast. (Looks at MADGE who looks excited) There’s rituals to be followed first.

MADGE: Oh, we’re just sticklers for ritual.

EDWARD: And you know what kicks off the whole shebang? (MADGE smiles)

DEAN: Let me guess… Meadowsweet. (MADGE looks even more excited and check under her table) Oh shucks, you’re all out of wreaths. I guess we’ll just have to cancel the sacrifice, huh?

MADGE: Oh, don’t be such a gloomy gus. (Put on Meadowsweet wreath on DEAN’s and SAM’s necks) Ohh… Don’t they just look darling?

EDWARD: Good enough to eat. (Lick his teeth, while DEAN looks aware) All right-roo. Step number two.

EDWARD walks to SAM and bring a knife with a bow. SAM looks at EDWARD, aware when he comes closer.

DEAN: Sammy?! Sammy?!

EDWARD slices SAM’s arm and collect his blood in the bowl.

SAM: D-Don’t! (Screams)

DEAN: Leave him alone, you son of a bitch!

EDWARD: Hear how they talk to us? To Gods? (MADGE takes the knife and brings the bowl) Listen, pal, back in the day, we were worshiped by millions.

DEAN: Time have changed!

EDWARD: Tell me about it. All of a sudden, this Jesus character is the hot new thing in town. All of a sudden, our altars are being burned down, and we’re being hunted down like common monsters.  

MADGE: But did we say a peep? Oh… no, no, no, we did not. (EDWARD puts something on SAM’s blood) Two millennium. (EDWARD grabs a tools) We kept a low profile; we got jobs, a mortgage. Wh-What was that word, dear?

EDWARD: we assimilated.

MADGE: Yeah, we assimilated. Why we play bridge on Tuesday and Fridays. We’re just like everybody else. (Take her knife)

DEAN: You’re not blending in as smooth as you think, lady.

MADGE: This might pinch a bit, dear.

MADGE comes closer to DEAN and slices his arm just like EDWARD did to SAM

DEAN: (Screams) You bitch!

MADGE: Oh, my goodness me! Somebody owes a nickel to the swear jar. Oh, do you know what I say when I feel like swearing? (DEAN in pains, but looks at MADGE in the eyes) “Fudge”

DEAN: I’ll try and remember that!

EDWARD: You boys have no idea how lucky you are. There was a time when kids came from miles around. Just to be sitting where you are.

SAM: (Panicked) What do you think you’re doing with those?

EDWARD smiles

DEAN: (Looks at MADGE) You fudging touch me again and I’ll fudging kill you!

MADGE: Very good!

MADGE slices DEAN’s another arm and he groans in pain, while EDWARD grabs SAM’s palm and pulls his index finger.

SAM: No! Don’t

EDWARD pulls the nail and SAM screams so hard.

EDWARD: Oh, we got a winner!

The CARIGGANS put all the ingredients in the bowl and stir it.

MADGE: Well, what else, dear?

EDWARD: Well, let’s see. Uh, fingernail, blood, Oh… (Hit his own head) sweet Peter on a popsicle stick… (laughs) I forgot the tooth.

MADGE: Oh, dear!

DEAN: (breathe hard) Merry Christmas, Sam. (SAM groans)

EDWARD walks closer to DEAN, tries to grab his chin.

EDWARD: Open wide… and say, “Aaah”

Edward puts the puller into DEAN’s mouth and DEAN groans. He almost pulls DEAN’s tooth when suddenly the bell’s ringing.

DEAN: Somebody’s gonna get that? (MADGE and EDWARD look each other, SAM looks relief) You should get that.

EDWARD: (Sighs) Come on.

DEAN reliefs and taste his teeth.

FRONT DOOR: The neighbor wears green reindeer sweaters and rings her bell.

NEIGHBOR: Merry Christmas! (Gives MADGE fruitcake)

EDWARD: I told you I smelled fruitcake.

MADGE: (Look grateful) You shouldn’t have.

NEIGHBOR: Oh, bite your tongue, it’s my pleasure.

EDWARD: It looks scrumptious!

NEIGHBOR: Neal and I are going caroling. You care to join?

MADGE: You know we would—

EDWARD: B-but it’s my back. Darn thing’s giving me fits.

NEIGHBOR: Oh, well, that’s a shame. Oh well, merry Christmas.

MADGE: And to you too, dear.

NEIGHBOR: Hey, are we still on for bridge tomorrow?

EDWARD: With bells on!

NEIGHBOR: Yes! Okay! Bye!

EDWARD: Bye-bye.

Both pretend to smile and when the NEIGHBOR’s gone, EDWARD drops the fruitcake, steps on it and back to the kitchen.

KITCHEN: MADGE and EDWARD go inside in a hurry.

MADGE: Now, where were we?

They both find that SAM and DEAN have gone. Suddenly the door is closed, turns out SAM and DEAN are behind it, he locks the door and pulls out a cabinet. While the CARIGGANS are struggling to get out, DEAN runs to SAM and helps him.

DEAN: What do we do now? The everygreen stake’s in the basement!

SAM: Well we need more evergreen, Dean! (Looks at the Christmas tree) I think I just found us some more.

DEAN: Help me got this.

SAM and DEAN pull out a cupboard to hold the doors while they’re pulling the Christmas tree branches and make a stakes out of it. They ready to get back and can’t hear any sounds when suddenly EDWARD attacks DEAN from side, while MADGE shows up after him.

MADGE: You little thing (her face is distort) I loved that tree.

SAM’s ready to stake her when she slapped SAM and he crashes the couch. EDWARD still struggles with DEAN and punches him in the face. MADGE walks closer to SAM when he hit the lady with the branches. MADGE is about to attack SAM when he stabs her with the Christmas tree stake.

EDWARD: (Looks at his wife and screams) Madge!!!

SAM pushes the stake deeper and MADGE groans, while DEAN takes the chance and hit. SAM’s stabs her and MADGE falls, dies. Then DEAN stabs EDWARD twice and he screams in pain. He lies dead, next to his wife. SAM breathes heavily, while DEAN reliefs. Both of them stand up and look at the dead body.

SAM: Merry Christmas (Looks at DEAN and sighs)

DEAN looks at the ball ornaments that still on the branches he broke.

NIGHT, MOTEL 1991: It’s snowing outside, SAM is asleep when DEAN wakes him up.

DEAN: Sam, wake up! (SAM awakes) Dad was here. Look what he brought.

DEAN looks around and SAM realizes that there’s a little Christmas tree, poorly decorated with lights.

SAM: Dad was here?

DEAN: Yeah. Look at this we made a killing.

SAM: Why didn't he try to wake me up?

DEAN: He tried to, like a thousand times.

SAM: He did?

DEAN: (Nods) Yeah. Did I tell you he would give us Christmas or what? (SAM looks around) Go on, dive in.

SAM jumps out of his bed and walks to the Christmas tree. He finds two presents wrapped with Christmas theme gift wrap and one of them has green shinny bow. SAM sits on the couch and unwrapped his gift, while DEAN looks at him excited.

DEAN: (Smiles) what is it?

SAM: Sapphire Barbie.

DEAN: (Chuckles) Dad probably thinks you’re a girl.

SAM: Shut up! (Throws the Barbie away)

DEAN: Open that one.

SAM opens it and find a cheer stick, while DEAN now looks aware. SAM looks at him, already guess.

SAM: Dad never showed, did he?

DEAN: Yeah, he did, I swear.

SAM: Dean…. Where’d you get all this stuff?

DEAN realizes he can’t lie anymore so he looks down.

DEAN: Nice house up the block. (SAM looks away) I swear I didn’t know they were chick presents. (SAM nods) Look, I’m sure dad would have been here if he could.

SAM: If he’s alive.

DEAN: Don’t say that. Of course he’s alive. He’s dad.

SAM nods and DEAN looks in slight of sadness and guilt. SAM turns around and grabs something from his pocket. He gives it to DEAN.

SAM: Here, take this.

DEAN: No, no. That’s for dad.

SAM: Dad lied to me. I want you to have it.

SAM pushed the gift to DEAN so he would take it. DEAN looks at the gift and looks SAM.

DEAN: You sure?

SAM: (Nods) I’m sure.

DEAN looks at the gift again and takes it. He’s unwrapping the gift and found a gold amulet with black string. It’s a necklace.

DEAN: Thank you, Sam. I-I love it.

SAM smiles and DEAN wears the necklace. SAM nods.

BACK TO PRESENT: SAM looks touched with his own memory and the music plays Ella Fitzgerald “Have yourself a merry little christmas”. DEAN walks inside and he still wears the necklace SAM’s gave him in 1991. He looks surprised because turn out SAM is decorating the room.

SAM: Hey you get the beer? (holding a cup of eggnog)

DEAN: (Looks kinda amazed) What’s all this? (looks at the decoration on the room)

SAM: What do you think it is? It’s- It’s Christmas.

DEAN: (looks at the “MERRY CHIRSTMAS” sign hanging on the wall) What made you changed your mind?

SAM: (doesn’t answer) Here, try the eggnog. (Gives him the cup) Let me know if it needs some more kick. (Offer him some whiskey)

DEAN sips it and he looks surprised with the taste.

DEAN: No, we’re good.

SAM: (Happy) Yeah?

DEAN: Yeah.

When SAM looks away, DEAN changes his expression, like it taste like toxic

SAM: Good. Well uh, have a seat. Let’s do Christmas stuff or whatever.

DEAN looks at the Christmas tree decorated with light and car poutpori.

DEAN: (Nods and happy) All right, first thing’s first. (He sits next to SAM and grabs something from his bag) Merry Christmas, Sam.

SAM: (Takes it and grateful) Where’d you get there?

DEAN: Someplace special. (SAM looks at him) The gas mart down the street (SAM laughs) Open them up.

SAM: Well, great minds think alike, Dean. (SAM grabs his gift from the plastic warp and gives it to DEAN)

DEAN: (Surprised) Really? (Takes the gift)

SAM: There you go.

DEAN: Come on.

SAM opens his gift, looking excited and he gets porn magazines. He looks satisfied.

SAM: (Laughs) Skin mags! (DEAN nods, satisfied with SAM’s reaction) and… (opens another gift) Shaving cream.

DEAN: You like?

SAM: (Smiles) yeah. Yeah. (Nods)

It’s DEAN’s turn to open his present. He chuckles and unwrap the gift.

DEAN: Look at this (He lifts his present, it’s a energy bar and a bottle of oil) Fuel for me and fuel for my baby. (SAM nods) These are awesome, thanks.

SAM: Good. (Suddenly there’s bit of sadness in his face)

DEAN: (Lift up his eggnog) Merry Christmas, bro.

SAM: Yeah. (Lift his eggnog and makes a toss with DEAN’s) Here, merry Christmas.

SAM and DEAN are in silent, like it or not, they know that this Christmas could be their last Christmas together.

SAM: Hey, Dean. (SAM looks sad and about to say something, but he hesitates, then he sighs and looks at him again) Do you feel like watching the game?

DEAN: Absolutely.

SAM: (Nods) All right.

SAM stands up and turns on the TV. They watch the winter football game and DEAN smiles. He looks at SAM and drinks his eggnog again. Both of them are enjoying their Christmas moment and it’s snowing outside.

THE END.