The bunker glowed with golden warmth against the cold white abyss outside. Christmas music played throughout the halls.

The aroma of cooking ham, garlic potatoes, green bean casserole and all the delicious comforts of the traditional holiday foods.

Sam is off in his room, wrapping some last minute gifts, we open them in the evening. Dean decorates the tree he dragged in the morning.

The warmth, the smell, the music, the perfection of this Christmas afternoon makes everything worth it.