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Sam might be a grinch at times, but as he got older, he realized that the holiday wasn't about the Santa or the reindeer or really even the baby jesus in a manger. It was the fact that you were reminded about the people that you care about and you take time to cherish their presence in your life. It was something you should do every day, but Christmas was a time the you spent and focused on it while doing the shopping, the decorating, and then basking on the Christmas morning.

However, Sam refused to let others shop for him, so he managed to sneak around and get gifts when no one was looking, and slipped them quietly under the tree without anyone seeing them.

( Present List - Images behind cut )

People said that it was at Christmas when you realize just how much you love, or hate, your family - but that was a lesson Sam remembered every day when he woke up to find his brother in the other bed, alive, and snoring like he was trying to cut down an entire forest of trees.

It was only fair that since Bela spent all the time and money preparing for their family to celebrate the holidays, that after the presents were open and the kids were sleeping under the tree hugging their new favorite toys, Sam was the one with the garbage bag quietly picking up the discarded paper and ribbon so that the living room was clean when Dean and Brooke arrived for dinner.

He might feel silly, but he had to admit that walking hand in hand with a woman he loved while catching snowflakes with their tongues was a wonderful way to spend a Sunday afternoon - especially when they shared their catches with each other.

Out of the things Sam managed to save from the fire, the goofy Christmas card Jess gave to him on their first Christmas together still brought a smile to his face as well as a tear to his eye, knowing that there would never be a Christmas like that one for him ever again.

The advantage of being tall was that it was easy to lift his daughter up so she could finish the tree decorating by putting the star on top.

ooc: takes place three months after this. Stolas is part of

demonbureaucrat and used with much loathing on Sam's part.

Stolas laughed and leaned down, grabbing Sam by his hair and lifting his face off the ground. "How does it feel, Winchester? To finally see your life flashing before your eyes... don't worry, I'll make sure the pain lasts long enough for you to see all of it."

"Screw you," Sam managed to spit, one eye cracking open through the swolleness to glare at Stolas.

"Oh, Sam... you really are good to the last drop." He pushed Sam's head back hard onto the concrete floor and stood up. "Your daddy would be so proud of you. Well, he would if he wasn't burning in hell."

Sam rolled slowly onto his back, holding his right arm to his chest. It had been broken a few days ago and wasn't set and the pain was becoming unbearable. But he pushed past it still and just laughed at Stolas. "I don't need you telling me about my dad," Sam stated. "I know he's proud of me."

( . . . )

ooc: co-written with

jstliketherifle. Link leads to post in that journal.

After leaving the house, Sam kept the the trail he knew that would keep him within sight of the house as well as well within the pack territories. He hadn't called his brother since before he had gotten stuck for four days as a wolf, so he was pretty sure Dean was going to lecture him on something. But right now he just needed to hear Dean's voice for a bit, so he'd take what he could get as he waited for Dean to pick up.

Sam just picked up the candy cane printed panties from the floor with a pencil and looked at his brother asking "Are you having a Merry Christmas now?"

ooc: co-written with

lieu_murphy

There really wasn't a lot Sam could do as a wolf when he was stuck inside, he quickly realized. He wasn't allowed outside on his own, and the only reason he would was to go to the bathroom and that was not an experience he enjoyed the first time. He was getting used to it now - when you have to go, you have to go - but he much preferred the human way of doing that.

He had spent a good portion of the last few days in his room, trying to focus and get turned back. He looked out the window, though, and saw the full moon and lamented and decided that it wasn't going to happen until after the moon had finished it's cycle. At least not when he was still learning this. So he made his way downstairs slowly as to not fall down them again, and then went in front of the fireplace and laid down. At least it was warm here, and when the rest of the pack came home, they'd know he was still there, still stuck and bored.

Maybe someone would take pity on him. Like Heather. Heather really wanted to take care of him, and he didn't mind it at all. She was around his age, and there was just something about her sweet, free spirit that really made him want to know more about her. He could just sit with her for hours and talk and be happy. Of course right now the talking was limited to one sided, but he didn't care. And for some reason she really knew how to scratch his head to make him feel good.

But he knew he should keep a distance from her. He was going to be leaving back with his brother when he was ready to leave, and her place was here with the pack. In the end, she would only get hurt and he knew it. But he missed having someone there for him, and she genuinely wanted to spend time with him. As the days went by he let his guard slip more and more, knowing it was going to hurt, but there was still a long time before that was going to happen. And who knew, maybe something would change.

( . . . )

Sam couldn't help but be merry as he tackled his brother down into a snowbank in their annual Christmas football game.

He couldn't help but laugh at the seven foot snowman on his brother's lawn that the kids had affectionately named a "Snow Sam".

The How's My* Driving? Meme

*This is for Sam, Dean and Ben.

As a Winchester, Sam didn't have holiday traditions so it was all the more reason that when he started his own family, he figure out just what was expected of a father and husband at Christmas time.

When the "open fire" caused Pastor Jim to need a new couch, four year old Sam just pointed the finger at his brother who was still holding the stick with the remnants of the flaming marshmallow that had been flung behind him.

Sam found it funny that this Christmas found him basically in the same place as he was two years ago - in a motel watching football with his brother - but between them now sat an angel who was trying to understand the concept while sipping a very strong eggnog.

ooc: Murphy is

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

After the first night where Sam managed to change himself back from the werewolf on his own, his strength and control had been growing. He was still nervous, but knowing that he could do it if he focused boosted his confidence enough that by the time the first signs of winter started to show up in Yellowstone Park, Sam was confident that he wasn't going to change during a full moon cycle unless he wanted to change on his own.

But that was only the beginning, and he knew it. Now he had to learn how to change, instead of resiting the change. He wanted to know how to change into a full wolf too, not the type that he and Dean had hunted, or how Madison had looked those night after...

He had been trying on his own but he always stopped when it started to hurt. The pain was not unbearable as it had been before he got control, but it felt like his body was breaking and he wasn't sure if it was right or not to feel that. Finally he made his way to where the pack was in the living room after dinner and took a deep breath. He was pretty sure they had been waiting for him to get to this point.

"I need you to show me how to change. I've been trying and I can't figure it out."

The pack was scattered in the various chairs of the living room with the high members in the comfiest places while Butters sprawled on the floor with Anna, coloring. Murphy looked up from a few reports and raised an eyebrow at Sam.

"If you're still scared, it's not going to work," Murphy said and tossed her reports onto the coffee table. "Are you scared Sam?"

( . . . )

Sam hoped Jo would be cheered up after a hard day of work to find the entire apartment covered in white twinkly lights as he had decorated all day to give a soft glow to their first Christmas together.

It only took one Christmas for Sam to learn that you needed to wait for the fire to die out before you put the chocolate candy inside his child's stocking to prevent a very messy cleanup the next morning.

excuse for the lack of boxes... lj style sucks

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They call me the Anti-Christ

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