Sam sat on the couch, staring at Dean, who was on the phone. Bobby sat at his desk amongst the boxes of dusty Christmas decorations that Cas had found in the attic. Dean turned to his brother before pointing at the boxes, telling him to get on it. Sam rolled his eyes and got up, hating this idea.

"Do we really have to do this?" Sam groaned, opening up one of the boxes. Bobby looked up from his own box.

"Decorate? Or have Christmas?" Bobby asked as Sam sighed.

"Both," Sam whispered as Bobby placed a brass reindeer on the table.

"This is Dean's first Christmas out of Hell, Sam. The boy deserves it," Bobby reminded as Sam sighed. Dean had spent four months in Hell, but for Dean, it was forty years. Forty years without a single Christmas. Sam knew that Dean wanted nothing more than happy family time, but Sam still disliked Christmas. "At least pretend like you're happy he's back."

"I am happy that he's back," Sam protested, but was immediately interrupted by Cas's sudden appearance.

"This is the last box," Cas informed, setting the small box next to the reindeer. Bobby nodded and looked in it, surprised that he had so much stuff. Dean noticed Cas's appearance and smiled, still trying to get a hold of someone on the phone.

"Hey, Cas, can you grab some eggnog?" Dean smiled as Cas nodded, but turned to Sam confused.

"Eggnog?" the angel asked, not sure what it was or where to find some. Sam rolled his eyes and told Cas that he would go get it, since he needed some time away from this 'happy family' time. Bobby watched as the young Winchester left, leaving Cas with nothing to do. "Who is Dean talking to?

"No idea. He kept saying 'Doctor', but he wouldn't tell me doctor who," Bobby sighed, putting the box Cas had given him on the floor. Cas stared at Dean, wondering who this Doctor was and why he was calling him. Within a moment, Dean swore under his breath before tossing the phone on the couch. "What?"

"He never answers the damn phone," Dean sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Cas tilted his head to the side, wondering why it mattered. Dean rarely called anyone outside of Cas, Sam, and Bobby.

"Who doesn't?" Cas asked, hoping to get a straight answer.

"The Doctor," Dean replied, picking up the phone again and sliding it into his pocket.

"Doctor who?" Cas continued before Dean smiled and shook his head. Bobby rolled his eyes, wondering why Dean wouldn't tell any of them who this guy was. It wasn't a second before Dean grabbed his coat and opened the door.

"Where are you going?" Bobby demanded, not wanting to decorate his house on his own. Especially since it wasn't his idea in the first place. Dean looked back and grabbed the door.

"Inviting a friend," Dean replied before going out. As the door slammed behind him, Bobby exhaled and looked at Cas.

"How fast can you get these decorations up?" Bobby asked before Cas turned his head. Before he could even blink, all the decorations were up and all the boxes were put away. "Why didn't you do that in the first place?"

~~C~~

The Doctor ignored the phone as it rang off the hook. Rose glanced over it once or twice, wondering why he wouldn't answer it. However, it wasn't that he was ignoring it. He was just distracted, wondering where a good place to spend Christmas would be. He really didn't want to go back and have Christmas with Jackie again. Of course, he would, but he wanted his Christmas first. Rose just stared at the phone, wondering if she should answer it. Before she could make a decision, it stopped ringing and she looked up at the Doctor, who was still staring at the monitors.

"Doctor?" she whispered, bringing him back to reality. He turned around quickly and went wide eyed.

"What?"

"The phone," Rose hinted as he glanced at it.

"What about it?" he asked before biting his lip.

"It was ringing."

"Was it really? Oh, well, if it's really important, then they'll call again," the Doctor reasoned before Rose sighed. Suddenly earth popped up on his screen and he narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Earth?"

"What?" Rose asked, standing beside him. The Doctor looked over the monitor before hitting the side a couple of times. He didn't want to go to earth. He specifically told the computer that he did not want to go to earth for Christmas. However, being curious, he let the computer continue as a map appeared on the screen. Rose looked over his shoulder. The map first zoomed in on North America. Then the United States. Then South Dakota. It wasn't long until the image focused on the final picture, showing a man arranging scrap parts from a junk yard to spell out the word Doctor. "Doctor?"

"Get me the phone," he whispered as Rose handed him the cell phone. He looked at it as the name Dean Winchester appeared on the screen. He quickly dialed the number as the monitor restarted the search. The Doctor grew impatient as the phone rang. Why would Dean be calling him? They hadn't talked in months. Not after the argument they had. Maybe something was wrong. The Doctor recalled that Dean had said something was wrong with Sam last time they met. Maybe it was about Sam.

"Hello?" A hoarse voice answered as the Doctor exhaled. Dean sounded fine.

"Why did you call me?" the Doctor demanded, running a hand through his hair.

"I need you to get here quick," Dean replied as the Doctor turned to look at Rose.

"Why?"

"Just get over here," Dean whispered, not wanting to give away the surprise of a Christmas party.

"Is everything alright?" the Doctor asked as the connection started to give out.

"Wha… I… an't… he…" Dean voice called out between static buzzes. The Doctor looked at the phone and the connection was gone. Panicking, the Doctor ran back over to the console and started to press buttons.

"Doctor?!" Rose exclaimed, hating to be out of the loop. "Where are we going?"

"South Dakota. Well, we're going to make a stop along the way."

"Why?" Rose demanded, unsure what was going on.

"I promised a friend something a while back," the Doctor answered, almost in riddles. Rose rolled her eyes.

"Doctor, what are we doing?"

"Probably something dangerous," the Doctor grimaced as he pulled a lever, sending them god knows where.

~~C~~

Dean hung up the phone, smiling. His tactic had worked after all. He wasn't sure how, but it did. He tucked the phone away and walked back to the house. He stopped for a moment, surprised that the front was already decorated. It made Bobby's house look livable again. Dean grinned and walked inside.

The Hunter awed at the wonderland that he had walked into. It looked like an old fashioned Christmas farmhouse someone would see on an old, sappy Christmas movie. The tree was in the living room, cleverly tucked in the corner as the lights twinkled and ornaments shined. Garland hung from the walls with red bows at the ends. There were even Christmas dishes filled with small candies on the end tables. As Dean grabbed a few chocolates and turned, he found a porcelain nativity on the bookshelf. He tilted his head to the side, never thinking that Bobby was religious.

He continued into Bobby's office, where there were stockings hanging over the fireplace. There was even a small tree on the small table next to his desk. Bobby was quietly reading about something at his desk when Cas appeared beside him.

"You guys put this up quick," Dean remarked, wondering how long he had been outside.

"Cas magicked it together after you left," Bobby informed, hardly looking up from his book. Cas smiled, proud of himself.

"Well, it looks great," Dean smiled, guessing that was the case. "Is Sam back?"

"Not yet. Why?" Bobby asked, glancing up for a second. Dean shrugged, still looking around at everything.

"Figured he would be back by now," Dean whispered before Bobby put the book down.

"Look, Dean, Sam isn't really up for the Christmas theme right now," Bobby informed as Dean nodded, understanding.

"I know," Dean whispered, not wanting to give it much thought.

"Just go easy on him. Do remember his last Christmas? He thought you were going to be lost forever in the pits of Hell," Bobby reminded as Dean looked away, not wanting to talk about it. Cas looked between them, listening.

"I know," Dean repeated. He had really wanted this Christmas to make up for the last one. He wanted to make new Christmas memories for his brother to make it a happier time of year. He didn't want Sam to hate the season forever. "Hey, I saw a nativity is the living room. I never pinned you to be religious."

"A nativity? I don't remember having no nativity," Bobby replied before looking at Cas.

"I went out and got one for you," Cas informed, surprising Dean.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Jesus is the reason we even have this holiday," Cas reminded, surprised at the two of them. Dean glanced over at Bobby, who just shrugged. "Do you not believe in Jesus?"

"I didn't believe in you a few months ago," Dean countered before Cas looked away, thinking that made sense.

"Why did you go outside anyway?" Bobby asked, looking at Dean.

"I told you. Inviting a friend," Dean answered cryptically. Bobby rolled his eyes.

"Which friend?"

"An old friend. Don't worry, you'll get to meet him."

"Is he that Doctor guy?" Bobby guessed as Dean nodded. "Look, I don't usually like company, so this guy better be pretty damn special."

"He is," Dean replied, thinking that was one way of describing him. Before Bobby could say another thing, Sam entered the room with a half-gallon of eggnog. Sam stared at the walls and decorations. "Hey, Sam."

"What happened?" he asked, thinking that Bobby's place actually looked nice for once.

"Cas put it up," Dean informed before Sam nodded at Cas. "You remember the Doctor, don't you?"

"Doctor? Maybe. Doctor who?" Sam answered, giving Dean the bag.

"The Doctor," Dean tried again, earning a strange look from Sam. "The one that we met before I went six feet under."

"You mean that madman?" Sam asked as Bobby turned to Dean.

"You invited a madman to my house?" Bobby demanded, stressing Dean out.

"No, no, he isn't a madman," Dean urged, reassuring Bobby. Sam raised his eyebrows, thinking that that man was definitely a madman. "He's just eccentric."

"Pretty damn special indeed," Bobby retorted as Dean rolled his eyes.

"What about him?" Sam asked as Cas stood next to Dean.

"I invited him over for Christmas," Dean answered before Bobby stared at Dean.

"Christmas is tomorrow," Sam reminded, thinking that was too short of a notice for a Christmas party.

"Yes, I know. You think I don't know that?" Dean argued. "And he sounded like he was coming."

"Didn't you two argue over something last time? Why are you calling him up now?" Sam asked, irritating Dean.

"When you've spent forty years in Hell, you start to regret things. He is one of the things that I regret. I shouldn't have shut him out," Dean answered before Sam nodded.

"I see. Well, I hope he comes," Sam sighed before walking into the kitchen. Dean nodded and turned around to see Cas standing a foot in front of him.

"Cas, personal space, please," Dean whispered before Cas nodded, a bit embarrassed, and took a step back. Dean nodded and walked into the other room to get more of those chocolate candies.