“It’s our one vacation of the year, Sam,” says Dean vehemently. “We don’t even get Christmas off, for God’s sake.”
“Yes, we do—” Sam begins to contradict (Dean is convinced that it’s a reflex at this point), but he pauses. Dean imagines the memories of Christmases past parading across Sam’s brain. “Huh. Well.”
“Last year, mutant reindeer,” says Dean, ticking off the list on his fingers. “Year before that, Jack Frost went psycho. Year before that, man-eating Christmas trees.”
“Yes, we do—” Sam begins to contradict (Dean is convinced that it’s a reflex at this point), but he pauses. Dean imagines the memories of Christmases past parading across Sam’s brain. “Huh. Well.”
“Last year, mutant reindeer,” says Dean, ticking off the list on his fingers. “Year before that, Jack Frost went psycho. Year before that, man-eating Christmas trees.”
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