Dean "Look Sam, she got us a beer can wreath!"

Dean: "God bless us, everyone!"

Sam: "Oh, so we're channeling Tiny Tim now, are we?"

Dean: "Who?"

Mrs. B: "Found a Christmas wreath amongst your things in storage."

Dean: "Alright! The beer can-"

Mrs. B: "No...Meadowsweet."

Sam: "Oh Hell no."

Dean: "Presents, Sammy!"

Sam: "But how are we going to see the map table Bat Signal?"

Dean: "Yeah, but presents!"

Sam "You get that you just won my brother's heart with the Christmas lights Mrs Butters?"

Sam "If Cass was here, we could be the Three Wise Men"
Dean "Haha, more like the Three Stooges!"

Dean: "Look Sammy. Fishing lures and air fresheners!"

Dean: "Quati illam pingiitatem in omens partes!"

Sam: "Shake that fat in all directions?"

Mrs. B: "He tried Sam."

Sam: "It's Lacus omnibus! Merry Christmas to all!"

Dean: *snaps fingers* "I knew it!"

Sam: "What! No you didn't!"

Dean: "Oh really? Lacus omnibus et novus annus. Merry Christmas to all and a happy New Year!"

Sam: "You so Googled that."

Dean: "Did not!"

Sam: "Did too! Last time you recited the rite of exorcism we got burritos!"

Dean: "And churros. Don't forget the churros. Besides, I meant to do that. It was all part of my plan to distract them while you-"

Sam: "Got thrown against a wall?"

Dean: "Took one for the team. Anyways, shut your whining. It all worked out. Besides Cas was happy. He loves those things!"

Cas: "I do not love demons. Who ever said that is a bald faced liar."

Dean: "What-"

Cas: "Bald faced. It means-"

Sam: "No Cas. I think hes asking what are you doing here."

Mrs. B: "Are we expecting guests? Cookies for everyone!"

Dean: "And pie?"

Mrs. B: "Of course Dear."

Dean: "And Rice Krispie treats?"

Mrs. B: "Yes..."

Dean: "And egg nog only don't let Sam anywhere near it-"

Mrs. B: "Have you considered your New Years resolution yet Dean? Not to mention your cholesterol?"

Dean: "No I thought I'd wait just wait until January the first of never. Why?"

Cas: "Your jeans are getting a little tight-"

Mrs. B: "I can only let that waistline out so many times..."

Dean: "Shrunk in the laundry. Sams fault."

Sam: "Of course it is. Listen, I say let's just use lite egg nog and call it even."

Dean: "With extra booze. Besides, I've heard calories don't count on Christmas. Isn't that right Cas?"

Cas: "Don't drag me into your delusion."

Mrs. B: "Whatever you say Dear."

Sam: "You're so missing the point. What shes saying is if you don't layoff a bit you're going to be shopping in the Big and Tall section along with me!"

Cas: "Well, he is tall..."

Crowley: "Enough already!"

Dean: "Well if it isn't our own personal red-eyed Grinch."

Crowley: "Mr. Red-eyed Grinch. Love you too, Darling.
Let's brass tack this shall we, you bunch of numb-nuts? Moose, you are insufferably intelligent. Dean you are devastatingly handsome so what's a few pounds and Cas, you will never lose that childlike naivete and thats why they, and your enemies, love you. Mrs. B. here has just worked her non human fingers to the bone for you so can we just all wish each other a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and get on with it! Now where's the Craig? You can't expect me to defoul the eggnog with this swill, can you?"

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What Crowley said. Merry Christmas (and a Happy New Year) to you and yours! And go easy on the eggnog. Defouled or otherwise.

- AC22

Sam " Where's the Elf on a shelf, Mrs Butters?"
Dean "We've got a Wood Nymph housekeeper, the Elf is redundant this year Sammy"

Sam - "Ah Dean what's going on"

Dean - "I don't know Sam, keep your eye on her & I will distract her while we figure it out"

Dean: Sam check it out.Santa is in the bunker.
Sam: Umh...Dean that's not Santa its Krampus.

Dean--Yes! Best Christmas ever.
Sam--Oh no. I'll never hear the end of it. Why Mrs. Butters, why??
Mrs. Butters--It's what I do Sam.

Dean… “ Woah is that Santa?”
Sam… “Dean.. that’s not Santa.. We need salt!”

All I want for Christmas is pie.

Mrs Butters "sorry Sam, no gifts for the boy who hates Christmas"
Sam "Do I get anything for believing in Hold Nickar?"
Mrs Butter "Perhaps some mild weather could be arranged..."

"Is that pudding?"

Sam *I guess that a candy bar and motor oil isn't going to cut it this year....*

Dean "Well that's it, another year gone without an apocalypse!"
Sam "Ssshh, there still time on the clock"
Mrs Butters "Don't be dramatic dear"

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