I honestly don’t know what this is or where this came from but…Merry (early) Christmas.
Dean’s been staring that the Christmas cards for what feels like an eternity when Sam finally rounded the corner, his cart full of supplies.
“Dude, what are you doing?”
He jumped slightly and cleared his throat, “Just looking.” Dean knew the face Sam’s giving him before he turned to look, “What?”
“Nothing,” he shrugged, a smug smile on his face, “Who’re you looking for?”
Dean rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pocket, “No one, I was just-”
“Awh, Dean, you know you don’t have to get one for me.” Sam smirked.
“Shut up, Sammy,” Dean grumbled, “Let’s just go.”