It wasn’t much. But it was the best he could do. A shrub of a tree was placed on the center of the table, small lights flashing. He bought that for ten dollars. Cheap beer was placed in the Motel’s glass cups, served along with pizza. Dean just finished taking fresh baked cookies out of the oven, a recipe Lisa showed him while he was living with her and Ben.
With just this, it seemed like another tacky Christmas, buying small gifts form the Gas Station and staying up a little bit later to watch Christmas specials. Really, it was just the opposite. Dean was able to scrap up more money this year, but a large portion went into that of gift finding. The hunter was certain that everyone he got gifts for would love them.
"Sammy," He called out, who should be around here, most likely in the other room, "And Cas, I know you’re flyin’ around here somewhere. C’mon!" He pushed the ‘Play’ button on the radio, pouring out Guns ‘N Roses’ cover of "White Christmas."