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It started with such a simple thing: putting up the Christmas Tree. Michael was bouncing in his play pen, watching as Sam tried to keep himself from getting tangled with the lights and the tree and muttering things that he really hoped his son didn't hear or worse - repeat. Though he could blame it on Dean.

He had done it before, and probably would do it again. Sorry Dean.

Bela came back somewhere along the way with the ornaments and dinner, and when he turned to look at her, she smiled with her lips around the end of a candy cane. "Do you need a hand there, Sam? I am sure we could find you some instructions on your computer."

"I'm figuring it out," he stated, but his eyes were watching as she played with the end of her candy cane. She noticed it and moved her tongue in a way that made Sam gulp. He turned back to the tree quickly. "I still don't know why we have to have a real one. The fake ones come with the lights already installed."

"The real ones smell better. Don't you want Michael to look back and remember Christmas and how it looked, sounded and smelt?" Bela smirked and kept sucking on her candy cane.

Sam heard the sucking noise and gave her a look. "Do you really have to do that?"

"Do what?" She gave him the most wicked grin as she sucked on the cane as she slowly slid it in and out of her mouth.

He huffed, crossing his arms a moment, then shook his head. "You know what, we'll go back to that later."

"Promise?" Bela asked.

Sam walked over, taking her hand and holding the candy cane out so he could get a bit of access to it. Looking her in the eye, he aimed his tongue on the end of the curve, flicking his tongue on it a moment before letting it slide into the inside of the curve and lick the length. Then with his own grin, he moved past her to pick Michael up from his playpen.

"I'll feed Michael while you decorate the tree, love," he said as he disappeared into the kitchen, knowing that later tonight they would get back to that discussion for sure.

It was on their first Christmas together that Ruby showed Sam that there were better things to do with her stockings than just hanging them near the fireplace.

It was very easy for Sam to point the finger of blame at his brother when Bela noticed that the holiday feast's table had been disturbed before the guests started to arrive; it was only the pies that were missing pieces from them.

*Can't be happy. Gets drunk instead*

ooc: takes place after this thread

When classes broke for the holiday break, everyone was so busy making plans for going home to see their families that no one noticed Sam looking for a cheap motel nearby so he would have a bed to sleep in until he could get back into the dorms in January.

ooc: Murphy is

lieu_murphy and the rest of the pack are all her NPC's. Co-Written with the mun

It was strange walking into the home that Murphy had in the park, especially when he was walking with Murphy and flanked by two wolves. And there were others waiting at the house, and he could feel all their eyes on him.

He had a day to get accustomed to the place and where he was going to live. It was more than he had expected by far, and now he was missing his laptop and Ipod. The biggest reason he had left it behind was because he didn't think there was going to be a lot of electricity. His cell phone he could charge quickly at the ranger station or some of the rest stops, but yeah, this was nice. His room was better than the crappy motels they stayed in, and he didn't have much clothing to fill the drawers but it was the first time he had been told that this something was for him to use on a longer term basis. As it was, he usually had to fight Dean for more than a drawer, and here he had the whole room.

And the bed was the best mattress he had slept on in years. He snuggled under the covers and didn't want to leave when morning came. But he heard the others going down to eat, and he could smell the food cooking, so he joined them and kept to himself and didn't really look up much. One of the men at the table smirked at his behavior, and it reminded Sam a bit of his brother when he had gotten the better of Sam in some kind of prank war.

( . . . )

ooc: Dean is

jstliketherifle and Murphy is

lieu_murphy. All others are NPC's from Murphy's mun.

It was a wendiego that had taken the Winchester brothers into Yellowstone. The moment they had met the park ranger, Murphy, something in Sam recognized her as being more. He didn't know how to explain it, but anytime she was around he took a step back and looked away. His brother had no problems, but he just couldn't make himself look her in the eye unless she spoke directly to him. It freaked him out, and Dean had commented on him being scared of a woman more than a few times this trip.

As they wrapped up the case, Sam went to take a walk while Dean spent some time at the bar. He knew they only had two days before the needed to be back at Bobby's, and already he could feel the beast under him clawing to get out. The heightened senses were easy to get used to, and even came in handy on the hunts. But now three months after his first turning and Sam was still scared about being out during that time. They were no closer to getting any control over the wolf than he was in trying to find Madison a way to make it stop back then.

He knew that eventually he was going to hurt someone. Dean and Bobby couldn't hold him forever and if he hurt one of them...

Sam wrapped his arms around himself and looked up at the sky. First quarter. Something inside him wanted to howl and he just growled to himself and kept walking. If he didn't get some kind of control first, he might just make it easier on everyone and bite the bullet... so to speak.

( . . . )

3) Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread, and pumpkin pie.
--Jim Davis

"Dean, are you sure this is going to work?"

"Of course I am, Sammy. When have I shown you something that didn't work."

"The time you tried to jump the barbed wire fence and tore your pants."

"The fence was wet and I slipped."

"The time you blew up the potato in the microwave."

"You're the one who wanted mashed potatoes."

"And the time..."

( . . . )

Jessica knew that Sam wasn't a "holiday" person, but even he couldn't complain when she hung the mistletoe over their bedroom door on Christmas Eve and told him he could open just one present while giving him a look that surely put them both on the naughty list later that night.

ooc: follows this conversation with Dean

Leaving his brother, Sam made his way over to Lana's. It was weird, knowing that he was going over to her place and planning on really admitting how he felt. Especially after they had fought about him denying this to her. His fears because no matter what happened between them, she was still going to be giving birth to his brother's child.

It still hurt his head to think about this. It was like some really bad soap opera script, but without Dr. Sexy and his cowboy boots to make everything better before the next drama started.

But he liked Lana. He really did, and he enjoyed spending time with her. It was obvious to all of them apparently that there was something between him and her. It was only his fears, apparently, that had held them back. And now Dean was almost literally kicking his ass about it.

Almost like Dean was giving Sam his blessing. Which, again... weird.

He had no idea where this was going to go. It could all go terribly wrong and maybe they weren't meant to have this. She might hate him once they started dating. He might end up hating her. But he didn't know, and to find out meant he needed to get rid of that barrier he had put up between them.

Well, the first thing he had to do was knock on her door. Which he did, leaning in the doorway and waiting for her to answer so he could apologize for being an ass and figure out what they were going to do next.

It had taken a lot of Sam's patience to convince Dean to dress up as Santa that year, but seeing the joy on the kids' faces that night when they caught "Santa" filling their stockings, and then running off to bed when he saw them out of the corner of his eye, made it all worth it.

There was nothing more beautiful to hear on Christmas then Bela singing Silent Night to their children as she tucked them into bed before Santa was due to arrive.

Watching Dean and Lisa's children open presents under the tree reminded Samael that this was his family and that they loved him even with who he was now, and that made the future seem just a bit brighter.

The homeless man outside of Boston Market that Christmas night was going to sleep with a full stomach as Sam made sure he got an extra pot pie with his order that he then proceeded to give the man with a smile.

Sam watched his son look around at his first snowfall in Central Park and couldn't help but smile at his innocence and wonder of it all.

Sam was very grateful that Dean had gotten better at giving him christmas presents over the years because no boy should ever have to unwrap a barbie doll.

So what if it was just a tree branch found in someone's backyard - to Sam it was the best Christmas Tree they ever had.

Thanks to

soldier_ofgod's mun, I now have an image of what Sam is going to look like further along down the werewolf plotline. Heh

( Puppy Behind Cut )

"He's over there!"

"Careful, Bobby. We're not aiming to kill."

"That boy tries to take a bite of me, Dean, I'm going to be less inclined to follow your plan."

"... Got him!"

The sound of gunshots fired and it was followed by a whimper of a wounded dog. The human sized werewolf fell to the ground, his hazel eyes fogging up as he tried to snarl up at the two men approaching him. Dean knelt down in front of his face, taking a syringe from Bobby. "Sorry, Sammy," he said, and pressed the needle to his brother's neck and then watched as the eyes fluttered closed.

( One Month Earlier... )

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