Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

A Very Supernatural Christmas

The boys and I were in Ypsilanti, Michigan, looking into a case involving a man that disappeared in his own home. Dean and I was questioning the wife, while a little girl watches us from the glass door. "Um, my daughter and I were in our beds. Mike was downstairs decorating the tree. I heard a thump on the roof and then I heard Mike scream. And now I'm talking to the FBI." The wife explained.

"And you didn't see any of it?" Dean asked her. "No, he was... he was just gone." She replied. "The doors were locked? There was no forced entry?" I asked. "That's right." Mrs. Walsh said, nodding. "Does anybody else have a key?" Dean asked.

"My parents." Mrs. Walsh said. "Where do they live?" Dean asked next. "Florida." She replied, right as Sam walked out of the house. "Thanks for letting me have a look around, Mrs. Walsh. I think we, uh, got just about everything we need. We're all set." He said.

"We'll be in touch." Dean said, and Mrs. Walsh nods. The boys and I walk down the steps, to leave. "Agents..." Mrs. Walsh said and we stop, turning around. "The police said my husband might have been kidnapped." She said. "Could be." I said.

"Then why haven't the kidnappers called? O-or... or demanded a ransom? It's three days till Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?" She asked, and we gave her a sympathetic look. "We're very sorry." Sam said to her and we walked away.

"Find anything?" I asked Sam, who sighs. "Stocking, mistletoe... this." He said, giving me something out of his pocket. "A tooth? Where was this?" I asked, examine it. "In the chimney." Sam replied.

"Chimney? No way a man fits up a chimney. It's too narrow." Dean said. "No way he fits up in one piece." Sam said. "Alright, so, if dad went up the chimney..." I started to say. "We need to find out what dragged him up there." Sam said, finishing my sentence.

Back at our motel room, Sam and I have been pinning pictures of demons on the wall. Sam was searching the internet for information about demons and I sat next to him on the couch, looking through some of the other pictures he printed out. "He's gonna think we're crazy." I muttered. "Well, it would be the first time." Sam said.

The door then opens and Dean walks inside, carrying a brown paper bag. "So, was I right? Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?" He said. "Yep. It's, uh, it's actually Dick Van Dyke." Sam said, jokingly. I snigger while Dean looked at him, confused.

"Who?" He asked. "Mary Poppins?" I said, and Dean continue to stared at us, confused. "Who's that?" He asked, and I stared at him in complete disbelief. "What are you?" I asked him. "Oh come on... never mind." Sam said, waving his hand.

"Well, it turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month." Dean said, crossing the room to toss his jacket on his bed. "Oh yeah?" Sam asked, placing his arm on the back of my seat. "Yeah." He replied. "The other guy get dragged up the chimney, too?" I asked.

"Don't know. Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof." Dean said, and shrugs. "So, what the hell do you think we're dealing with?" He asked us. "Actually, we have an idea." Sam said. "Yeah?" Dean asked. "Uh, it's gonna sound crazy." I said.

"What could you guys possibly say that sounds crazy to me?" Dean asked. Sam and I exchanged a look, as he patted the back of my seat. "Um... evil Santa." Sam said and smiles, Dean pauses and then nods. "Yeah, that's crazy." He said.

"Yeah..." I said, Sam removed his arm to lean froward and look at his laptop. "I mean, I'm just saying that there's some version of the anti-Claus in every culture." He explained as I show Dean some evil Santa pictures, which he takes. "You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter. Whatever you want to call it, there's all sorts of lore." Sam said.