"It's almost here!" I cried out, jumping in joy. "What?" Dean groaned, clutching his head. A few days before our wonderful rendezvous, Sam and Dean got a surprise ding dong from dear old grandad Winchester. He showed up, caused a lot of hell and confusion, then died. Honestly, sounds like every other Winchester boy story I've heard so far. But, at least they had gotten news of the Men of Letters, and more importantly, their totally top notch bunker.

It has a dungeon.

Sam was currently making a sandwich somewhere, and Castiel disappears at times. Our talking has gotten a little bit better. Actually, no I'm lying. Now he wants to talk to me about my "fear", and I'd rather keep that as a see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil kind of deal. Dean lifted the ice pack to his forehead, wincing. The dumbass had banged his head while decorating his room. "Christmas, Dean! Christmas!" I said skipping over to him. Instead of retorting something sarcastic like I thought he would, he actually seemed to ponder the idea. "That's not a bad thought," he replied, putting his feet on the table. "When was the last Christmas you had?" I asked, sitting beside him. He paused on my question, setting down the sloshy ice.

"A few years ago, when I was going to hell,"

I cringed, "way to bring down the room Dean," I cringed jokingly, getting up. "Hey, you asked!" He called out, as I neared the kitchen. Sam was still making his sandwich, layering on the condiments. "Want anything?" He asked politely, packing away the bread. I shook my head, but picked up a cookie instead. "You can't live off of those," he sighed, taking a bite of his food.

"I can try," I countered, finishing my warm, gooey treat. "Try what?" I heard suddenly pop from behind me. Sam jumped from in front of me, mirroring my actions. "Cas, you've gotta stop," I groaned from the mini heart attack. "I'm sorry," he curtly apologized, giving a smile and nod to Sam. "So Cas, you sticking around for Christmas?" Sam asked, taking a shark bite out of his sandwich. Castiel sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm not sure..." he trailed off, looking towards the tiled floors. I turned to him, "Oh come on, Cas. You've gotta stay. This is my first Christmas without mom or Tiana, I need all my boys," I persuaded, clapping his shoulder.

He pondered my words, before sighing. "I guess I could stay," he murmured in defeat. "Great," I smiled, "Cas, you're in charge of getting the tree,"

Castiel gave me a strange look, and then I turned to Sam. "You've got decorations,"

I walked out in silence, pointing a finger at Dean. "Were, doing a Christmas. get the food and drinks," I ordered, racing upstairs. "So a replay of the bar?" he joked, smirking. Pausing, I leaned on the handrails. "Not a replay of the bar," I assured him, almost making it to my room when Cas poofed in front of me. I groaned, shuffling my feet. "Are you forgetting something?" He smiled, dragging me backwards. "Wing lessons," I grumbled, giving up and walking beside him.

Its not that I wasn't excited to learn the way of the angel dicks, but more that it didn't work. other than that time at Lance's house, my wings had refused to fly. It had become a habit of Dean to watch my lessons, chuckling at my 'constipated' face. As much as an annoying prick he could be, he still gave me encouraging pieces of advice.

Most of the time.

We walked all the way back to the main room, the large dome. My fingers ran along the dusty book spines, spinning around to face Cas and Dean. Sam just reentered from the kitchen, sandwich gone. Figures. "What is it a great big party now?" I groaned, picking a book up. "More like group support," Dean smiled. I mockingly smiled back, "Oh look, 100 ways to make a weapon out of everything for the supernatural world. This looks much more interesting, wanna know why-"

"Maggie,"

"-because I can actually do this!" I exclaimed, slamming it onto the table. "Maggie enough!" Cas shouted, causing us to look in awe. Im not exactly sure what my expression was, but Cas immediately softened, trying to cover up. "I'm sorry, I-"

"dont apologize, I'm not scared of you," I murmured, still upset that he thought that way. The case with Lance was about a month ago, and I was really starting to settle in with the guys. I liked Cas, I really did, but that still didn't stop him from thinking that he'd done something actually wrong. He wasn't the one that actually tortured me in that dream; technically, I did. After the fact we did have a good laugh about what eachothers fears would be. "Clowns, Sammy. We know about you and clowns," Dean had laughed, to which Sam pointed a finger. "Flying," He said simply. "no way," I had laughed.

"They crash!" Dean had defended. "What about you?" I had asked Cas, but Dean interrupted. "Girls," He chortled, smirking through the review mirror. "I don't think-"

"Im messing with you Cas..." Dean had explained once we all broke out in laughter.

My mind drifted back from the memory, focusing on the angel in front of me. "I can't," I tried, "I can't," Sam looked at me curiously, before realizing what I had been trying to hide in layered excuses. I looked at him with pleading eyes, but he continued anyway. "Not flying is the only thing keeping you normal," He admitted for me. My natural instinct kicked in and I got defensive. "I just don't see the point in mojo-ing my way around," I spat, turning to leave.

I got about two feet before Cas zapped in front of me, making my teeth grit. "Get out of my way," I challenged, but he stood unmoving. "If you want to go, the fly there," He retorted, using a new tactic. i shifted to the left, but he mirrored me. "Listen Angel Ass, get the hell out of my way!" I squared up, trying to look tall. "zap there," He replied. "Fine!" I screamed, but looked in awe when I appeared in my room.

The still half decorated walls, boxes scattered everywhere, and I was in my room. My throat let out a strangled sound of victory, pumping my fist in the air. "Im just that cool," I whispered, smiling ear to ear. "Yeah, you are," Castiel said from behind me. I quickly cleared my throat, making my smile disappear. "If um... if flying were cool but its... not." I confirmed, but let the smirk come back.

Cas stepped closer to me, smiling from the corner of his eyes. "Of course," He paused, "What did you wish for me to get?"

I raised my eyebrows, remembering our christmas plans. "The tree, a christmas tree," I informed him, sitting on my bed. He nodded his head, turning to leave. "On it," He smiled. "oh hey, Cas?" I called out, swinging my feet. He looked up, cocking his head in question. "Thanks," I smiled. He exited my doorway, and I reached across to my dresser. A small picture rested in my hand, from five years ago.

****** FIVE YEARS AGO******

"Stop it Luke!" I scolded, slapping his shoulder. He quickly licked his fingers free of frosting, wiggling his eyebrows. "I need that for the bake sale at school," I sighed, snatching the tub from him. "High school," he held out, bending eye level to the counter. His dark brown eyes peered into my mini gingerbread house, smiling. "It wasn't that bad," He shrugged, stealing a gumdrop. "its not..." I absentmindedly murmured, frosting some cookies.

"yeah, cause you've got Mikey," He mentioned, sliding in beside me. My entire body tensed up, sucking in a cold breath. Luke realized his mistake, relaxing. "Something happen between you and my best friend?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows. I didn't look him in the eyes, "We broke up," I popped, sighing. He widened his eyes at me, "Br-broke up?" He scoffed. "I mean, I get that your my sister. But Mikey would've told me if he dumped yo-"

"He didn't break up with me, I broke up with him," I admitted, finally turning to my brother. He furrowed his eyebrows, cocking his head. "What?" he said incredulously, "But you love that kid," he pointed out.

I bit my lip, nodding. Mikey and I had been dating since the summer before Junior year. Now, we were seniors, and beginning to find our way in the world. He was cute, sweet, my brothers best friend; just the recipe for a classic cliche high school musical. So when he asked me out, of course I said yes.

"why?" He rasped, feeling my second hand pain. I refused to answer, letting the hole open up inside my chest. "Is this that whole thing of you thinking you're not normal?" He gritted. "God damnit, Maggie! don't you think this affects me too?" He threw his hands in the air, "We're in the same boat here! Same creature!"

I sighed, grabbing a tub of vanilla frosting. "We can talk about this later," I popped open the lid, "I need to frost the angel food cake," I smiled, smelling the delicious pastry. He shrugged his shoulders, "Devil food cake tastes better,"

******NOW******

I set the picture down, hearing Sam and Dean call my name. I focused hard, imagining myself where the boys were. I ended up right behind Dean, Sam the only one noticing me. He jumped slightly, but didn't alert the older Winchester. "Where the hell is she?" Dean murmured, making me smirk. "Dean," I simply answered, causing him to jolt. "geez, Mags! Just cause you've got Magic Mojo doesn't mean you need to use it everywhere!" He exclaimed, shaking his head. "Relax, Mrs. Weasley, you're just upset you can't make fun of me anymore," I poked him, putting my hands on my hips. I eyed them up and down, noticing the car keys. "We going somewhere?" I asked, nudging my head.

"I found a case," Sam explained, holding up a newspaper. "What?" I groaned, "A case? Does the Supernatural just follow you around?" I whined, snatching the thin papers. "Mall clerk swears that toy dinosaur was real," I read, looking at them from the top of my eyes. "I don't get it," I deadpanned, shoving it back and Dean. Him and Sam looked between eachother. "Hallucinations? Raptor sized hole in the wall? How is this not our thing?" Sam explained, walking towards the door.

I tapped my feet, looking at Dean, but he just smirked. "Lets Jurassic Park this Asshat,"

******

"It was real, I swear," The young girl with bangs assured us. I refrained from rolling my eyes; this case was ruining the holidays. "Could we see the hole?" Sam asked, and the young girl led him back. Dean cleared his throat, turning to me. "Reporters? Really?" I sighed, raising an eyebrow at our aliases. "Why would FBI be checking out this? Its new," He pointed out, just as his phone rang.

"Hey Cas," He said casually, before widening his eyes. "What? Cas!" He exclaimed, panic in his voice. I straightened up, "Whats wrong?" I desperately asked, trying to listen to the phone. "I don't even-" He tried, handing the phone to me. "Cas?" I asked, pressing the phone firmly to my ear. Crashes fuzzled through the speaker, and I heard Castiel grunt in pain. "The tree!" He exclaimed, making me look up at Dean for answers. "The tree? What the hell Castiel, you mean the Christmas tree you got?" I asked, getting a panicked shrug from Dean.

"The trees trying to kill me!" He shouted, and I put my face stony. "I'll be there soon," I hung up, thrusting the phone into Deans hand. "Investigate here," I said hurriedly, to which Dean shook his head. "What the hell- no! You don't call the shots, we stick together," He ordered, pointing his finger. I shrug nonchalantly, "Bye, Dean," I answered, and with a blink I was in the bunker.

Or more like I was thrown across the room by flying furniture. Castiel was by my side, bloody. "Mahogany, are you okay?" he asked, simultaneously dragging me behind an overturned table. "whatthehell..." I slurred, wincing as a chair flew by. "The tree, Maggie. I don't think its a normal tree," Castiel said worriedly. I gritted my teeth, looking at him from the side of my eye.

"No shit, Sherlock,"

A/N

THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL IS HERE!!!!! there will be two more chapters with the holidays, andddddd two presents, one with each chappie. you'll see....... Please comment on the opinion questions, so heres today:

Out of the four of them which flavor cake would they prefer.

Vanilla?

Ice cream cake?

Red velvet?

Angel food cake?

Devils food cake?

PLS COMMENT AND VOTE! thanks!

-:)