The golden tinsel shone against the flashing lights which curled around the large tree, chosen by the elder Winchester himself. The lights just managed to peak out from amongst the thick ever-green needles on the branches. Sam approved of Dean's tree, it was large, healthy and brought the deep smell of thick pine forest into the bunker. It pulled them both into the Christmas spirit.

Sam had automatically taken control of the decorating as he was eager for his first Christmas in the bunker to be absolutely perfect. Not that he had much to compare with since their childhoods never really allowed them to embrace the idea of Christmas. He'd planned everything to the very last detail but that doesn't mean that it'll work out.

For one, Dean's involved.

The taller Winchester was reaching to put the star on the very tip of their tree when Dean called out to him from where he was kneeling on the floor beside a box of decorations.

"Sam." He sounded as though he was smirking.

"Yeah," Sam only glanced down at his brother before going back to adjusting the top ornament.

Thoughtfulness was layered into his words, "I should be put on top of the tree."

"Why?" Confused, Sam frowned at the other hunter.

"Because I'm a star."

There was a beat of silence before Sam turned away to continue on his tree. It was almost as though Dean hadn't spoken at all.

"Sam? Do you get it? Star. I'm a star." He gestured to the top of the tree.

There was a sigh of exasperation, "I get it, Dean... I just wish I didn't."