A Christmas Surprise
Dean dropped his duffel onto the single bed and glanced around the dismal motel room. Housekeeping had put up a little pine plant on the top of the cabinet that barely passed for a Christmas tree, obviously in some effort to be cheerful, but it only made Dean feel small and alone. Sam was still in Texas, and still very firmly not speaking to him.
“Merry fucking Christmas,” Dean muttered.
There wasn’t even any eggnog in the mini fridge. Damn it.






