( LET'S CELEBRATE )

      The Christmas decorations on the lawn are lit up with lights and Christmas music plays. A number of bowls and a knife are set out on the kitchen table which Elena lies on top of, unconscious.

      Sam and Dean are tied up in chairs, back to back. "Elena!" He yells, but she doesn't wake up. "Dean? You okay?"

      "Yeah, I think so." Dean sighs.

      Sam sighs. "So, I guess we're dealing with Mr. and Mrs. God." He asks and Dean nods. "Nice to know."

      The Carrigans come into the kitchen, dressed in colorful Christmas- themed sweaters. "Ooh, and here we thought you two lazybones were gonna sleep straight through all the fun stuff." Madge giggles.

      "Miss all this? Nah, we're partiers." Dean says.

      Mr Carrigan smokes his pipe. "Isn't he a kick in the pants, honey? You're hunters, is what you are." He says.

      "And you're pagan gods. So, why don't we just call it even and go our separate ways?" Dean asks.

      "What, so you can bring more hunters and kill us?" Mr Carrigan laughs. "I don't think so."

      "Maybe you should have thought about that before you went snacking on humans." Sam says.

      "Oh now, don't get all wet."

      "Oh, why, we used to take over a hundred tributes a year and that's a fact." Madge puts a napkin on Dean's lap. "Now what do we take? What, two? Three?" She puts another napkin on Sam's lap.

      "Hardy boys here and Sleeping Beauty make five." Mr Carrigan says.

      "Just let her go." Sam pleads.

      "Now, that's not so bad, is it?" Madge asks.

      "Well, you say it like that-I guess you guys are the Cunninghams." Dean says sarcastically.

      "You, mister, better show us a little respect." Me Carrigan says.

      "Or what? You'll eat us?" Sam asks.

      "Not so fast." Me Carrigan looks at Madge who looks excited. "There's rituals to be followed first."

      "Oh, we're just sticklers for ritual." Madge says.

      "And you know what kicks off the whole shebang?" Mr Carrigan asks as Madge smiles.

      "Let me guess...meadowsweet." Dean says.

      "Oh!"

      "Oh shucks, you're all out of wreaths. I guess we'll just have to cancel the sacrifice, huh?" Dean asks.

      "Oh, don't be such a gloomy Gus." Marge puts wreaths around Dean's and Sam's necks. She places one on Elena's stomach. "There. Ohh... Don't they just look darling?"

      "Good enough to eat." Mr Carrigan smacks his lips. "All right-roo. Step number two."

      Mr Carrigan walks to Sam carrying a knife and a bowl. He holds the bowl under Sam's arm and prepares to cut him with the knife. "Sammy?! Sammy?!" Dean yells.

      Mr Carrigan slices Sam's arm and collects his blood in the bowl. "D-Don't!" Sam screams

      "Leave him alone, you son of a bitch!" Dean yells.

      "Hear how they talk to us? To Gods?" Mr Carrigan asks as Madgr takes the knife and bowl. "Listen, pal, back in the day, we were worshiped by millions."

      "Times have changed!" Dean yells.

      "Tell me about it. All of a sudden, this Jesus character is the hot new thing in town. All of a sudden, our-our altars are being burned down, and we're being hunted down like common monsters." Me Carrigan says.

      "But did we say a peep? Oh... no, no, no, we did not." Madge says as Mr Carrigan adds something to Sam's blood in the bowl. "Two millennium." Mr Carrigan picks up a tool. "We kept a low profile; we got jobs, a mortgage. Wh-What was that word, dear?"

      "We assimilated."

      "Yeah, we assimilated. Why, we play bridge on Tuesday and Fridays." Madge holds a large knife. "We're just like everybody else."

      "You're not blending in as smooth as you think, lady." Dean says.

      "This might pinch a bit, dear." Madge comes closer to Dean and slices his arm just like Mr Carrigan did to Sam.

      "You bitch!" Dean yells.

      "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 looks Madge in the eyes. "Fudge."

      "I'll try and remember that!" Dean yells.

      "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." Mr Carrigan stands in front of Sam with the tool.

      Sam looks panicked. "What do you think you're doing with those?" He asks.

     Dean looks at Madge. "You fudging touch me again and I'll fudging kill you!" He yells.

      "Very good!" Madge slices Dean's other arm and he groans in pain, while Mr Carrigan grabs Sam's hand.

      "No! Don't." Sam says as he pulls the nail of Sam's index finger and Sam screams.

      Mr Carrigan holds up the nail. "Oh, we got a winner!" The Carrigan's put all the ingredients in the bowl and stir them.

      "What else, dear?" Madge asks.

      "Well, let's see. Uh, fingernail, blood. Oh..." Mr Carrigan hits his own head. "sweet Peter on a popsicle stick...I forgot the tooth." He laughs.

      "Oh, dear!"

      Dean breathes hard. "Merry Christmas, Sam." He says as groans.

      Mr Carrigan picks up pliers and grabs Dean's chin. "Open wide... and say, "Aaah." Me Carrigan puts the pliers into Dean's mouth and Dean groans. The doorbell rings.

      Dean talks the pliers in his mouth. "Somebody gonna get that?" He says. Madge and her husband look each other. Sam looks relieved. "You should get that."

      Mr Carrigan sighs. "Come on." He says. Dean sighs in relief and runs his tongue around his teeth. The Carrigans open the front door.

      A neighbor wearing a green reindeer sweater rings a bell and holds out a fruitcake. "Merry Christmas!" She says and gives Madge the fruitcake.

      "I told you I smelled fruitcake." Mr Carrigan says.

      Madge looks grateful. "You shouldn't have." She says.

      "Oh, bite your tongue, it's my pleasure."

      "It looks scrumptious!" Mr Carrigan yells.

      "Say, Neal and I are going caroling. You care to join?" The neighbor asks.

      "You know we would—" Madge starts.

      "B-but it's my back. Darn thing's giving me fits." Mr Carrigan says.

      "Oh, well, that's a shame. Oh well, Merry Christmas."

      "And to you too, dear." Madge says.

      "Hey, are we still on for bridge tomorrow?"

      "With bells on!" Mr Carrigan yells.

      "Yes! Okay! Bye!"!

      "Bye-bye." They smile broad fake smiles. When the neighbors gone, Mr Carrigan drops the fruitcake and steps on it on the way back to the kitchen.

      Madge and her husband open the door to the kitchen and hurry inside. "Now, where were we?" She asks.

      Sam and Dean are no longer in their chairs and Elena has disappeared from the table. The two doors to the kitchen close.

      Sam and Dean are behind them and stand with their backs to the doors as the Carrigans try to open them. Dean pulls out a drawer to hold his door closed and goes to help Sam.

      Dean leans one hand against the door. "What do we do now? The evergreen stakes are in the basement!" He yells.

      Sam kneels next to Elena who has just begun to wake up. "Well, we need more evergreen, Dean!" He looks at the Christmas tree. "I think I just found us some more." He looks at large cabinet next to the door. "Help me get this."

      Sam and Dean move the cabinet in front of the door and push the Christmas tree over. They break branches from the tree to use as stakes.

      All is silent when they approach the kitchen door. Suddenly Mr Carrigan tackles Dean to the ground. Madge walks up to Sam. "You little thing." Her face momentarily distorts. "I loved that tree." Sam raises his stake.

      She hits Sam hard and he crashes into the couch and onto the floor. Me Carrigan punches Dean a number of times in the face. Meanwhile, Madge walks closer to Sam and he hits her with the branches.

      Madge is about to attack Sam when he stabs her with the Christmas tree stake. Mr Carrigan looks at his wife and screams. "Madge!"

      Sam pushes the stake deeper and she groans, while Dean takes the opportunity and hits Mr Carrigan with branches.

      Sam pushes the stake in further and Madge falls to the ground, dead. Dean stabs Mr Carrigan twice and he screams in pain. He lies dead, next to his wife. Sam breathes heavily, while Dean sighs in relief. They look at the dead bodies.

      "Merry Christmas." Sam looks at Dean, smiles briefly and sighs. The camera focuses on a ball ornament that is still on one of the broken tree branches.

FLASHBACK
1991

MOTEL ROOM
[ ☾]

      It's snowing outside. Sam is asleep and Dean shakes him. "Sam, wake up! Dad was here. Look what he brought." Dean looks around at a little Christmas tree, decorated with a few lights.

      "Dad was here?" Sam asks.

      "Yeah. Look at this, we made a killing." Dean says.

     Sam yawns. "Why didn't he try to wake me up?" He asks.

      "He tried to, like a thousand times."

      "He did?" Sam asks.

       Dean nods. "Yeah. Did I tell you he would give us Christmas, or what? Go on, dive in." He says.

      Sam jumps out of his bed and hurries to the Christmas tree. He finds two presents wrapped with Christmas- themed gift wrap. One of them has green shiny bow. Sam sits on the couch and unwraps his first gift.

      Dean sits on the other end of the couch and watches, excitedly. "What is it?" He asks.

      "Sapphire Barbie."

      Dean chuckles. "Dad probably thinks you're a girl." He says.

      "Shut up!" Sam throws the Barbie onto the ground.

      "Open that one."

      Sam opens the other present and finds a cheerleading stick. He looks at Dean. "Dad never showed, did he?" He asks.

      "Yeah, he did, I swear."

      "Dean....Where'd you get all this stuff?" Sam asks.

      Dean realizes he can't lie anymore and looks down. "Nice house up the block. I swear I didn't know they were chick presents. Look, I'm sure Dad would have been here if he could." He says.

      "If he's alive." Sam says.

      "Don't say that. Of course he's alive. He's Dad." Sam nods and Dean looks sad.

      Sam takes the present he wrapped from the pocket of a jacket that is lying over the arm of the couch. He holds it out to Dean. "Here, take this." He says.

      "No. No, that's for Dad." Dean says.

      "Dad lied to me. I want you to have it." Sam continues to hold out the gift.

      Dean looks at it and at Sam. "You sure?" He asks.

      "I'm sure." Sam says. Dean unwraps his present and finds an amulet in black rope.

      "Thank you, Sam. I-I love it." Dean puts on the necklace. Sam nods. The flashback ends.

MOTEL ROOM
[ ☾]

      Sam looks touched with his own memory. Ella Fitzgerald's "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" plays as Dean walks into the room. The camera focuses on the necklace Sam gave him in 1991.

      He looks surprised because Sam has decorated the room with a Christmas tree and "Merry Christmas" sign. "Hey, you get the beer?" Sam holds a cup of eggnog.

      Dean looks kind of amazed. "What's all this?" He asks as he looks at the decorations in the room.

      "What do you think it is? It's – it's Christmas." Sam says.

      Dean looks at Sam, who lets out a deep breath. "What made you change your mind?" He asks.

      Elena emerges with two cups. "Here, uh, try the eggnog." She gives him a cup.

      "Let me know if it needs some more kick." Sam says and holds out a bottle of whiskey.

      Dean sips it and looks surprised at the taste. "No, we're good." He says.

      "Yeah?" Sam asks.

      Dean smiles. "Yeah." He says.

      When Sam looks away, Dean changes his expression, like it tastes toxic. "Good. Well, uh, have a seat. Let's do... Christmas stuff, or whatever." Sam says.

      Dean looks at the Christmas tree, which is decorated with lights and car air fresheners. "All right, first things first." He says.

      Sam and Elena sit on the couch and Dean pulls up a chair. He takes four packages wrapped in brown paper from a plastic bag and holds them out to Sam and Elena. "Merry Christmas, guys."

      Sam takes the gifts. "Where'd you get these?" He asks.

      "Someplace special." Dean says and Sam looks at him. "The gas mart down the street. Open them up."

      "Well, great minds think alike, Dean." Sam reaches under the couch for two packages wrapped in newspaper, which he gives to Dean.

      "Really?" Dean takes the gifts.

      "I had no choice in picking the present." Elena says.

      "There you go." Sam says.

      "Come on." Dean says.

      Sam opens his first gift, which is two porn magazines. "Skin mags!" Dean nods, satisfied with Sam's reaction. "and...Shaving cream."

      "You like?" Dean asks.

      Sam smiles. "Yeah. Yeah."

      It's Dean's turn to open his presents. He Chuckles and unwrap the gifts. "Look at this." He lifts his presents, it's a candy bar and a bottle of oil. "Fuel for me and fuel for my baby. These are awesome, thanks."

      "Open mine now!" Elena yells and throws a small package at Dean.

      "What is it?" Dean asks.

      "That's why you have to open it." Elena says. "And trust me, it was hard to find."

      Dean opens the small baggy and pulls out a car attached to a keychain. It's a mini version of the Impala. "This is awesome!" He says.

      "Good." Elena says.

      Elena looks at Dean as if waiting for something. "Oh yeah, I got you something special." Dean says. He hands her a brown bag.

      Elena opens the bag to find a pink shirt that says "I'm with stupid" and the arrow points to her. "Hey!" She yells and throws a pillow at his head.

      Dean lifts his glass of eggnog. "Merry Christmas, guys." He says.

      "Yeah." Sam says and also lifts his eggnog and makes a toast with Dean's glass. "Here, Merry Christmas."

      Sam and Dean are silent, knowing that this could be their last Christmas together. They each take a drink of their eggnog and Dean whistles softly at the taste.

      "Hey, Dean." Sam looks sad and about to say something, but he hesitates, then sighs and looks at Dean again. "Do you feel like watching the game?"

      Dean smiles. "Absolutely." He says.

      "All right." Sam stands up and turns on the TV. They watch the winter football game. Sam glances at Dean and Dean smiles. He glances at Sam and takes another drink of his eggnog.

      The camera switches to the outside of the room and we see Dean and Sam through the window, sharing their Christmas moment. It's snowing outside. The camera pans out and we see Christmas lights reflected in the paint of the Impala, which is parked outside the room.