"Are stakeouts always this boring?" Insert dramatically slamming myself on the backseat here.

"Yep." They said in unison.

"It's so weird, when you do that." I yawned. It was getting pretty late, and honestly I just wanted to sleep.

"Yeah whatever." Dean said. "Can you pass me the coffee?" I gave him the coffee. "Thanks." He unscrewed the kid revealing no coffee left. "How much coffee have you two been drinking?"

"Hey, don't look at me." I threw my hands up in defense. "I don't like even like it. It tastes like crap, if you ask me."

We both looked at Sam. "What? I haven't had that much."

Dean just sighed. That was, when I saw the Santa guy begin to act weird. He was looking out the window, almost like he wanted to be sure no one was there. Then I heard a female screaming.

"Guys." I pointed to his trailer. "I am gonna transform real quick."

"Alright, let's go." Dean commanded, when I was done.

We sneaked over to the trailer, when Sam snickered.

"What?" Dean asked.

"It just..." He chuckled. "For all the love for Christmas, you might have to shoot Santa."

"Whatever." Dean started counting down on his fingers. "Three, two, one." Dean kicked the door in, and that was when we saw the Santa guy sitting on a filthy couch with the Tv going in the background.

"Who the hell are you?" The Santa faced us and looked angry. Understandable, we did just burst in to his trailer.

The boys looked at each other before Dean started singing. Sam quickly followed too. I snickered as a wolf over just how embarrassing that must have been for them.

"Get out!" The Santa guy yelled.

"Yes sir." Dean mumbled and we hurried out to get to the car.

As soon as we were a little further down the road, I transformed back and immediately started laughing. I mean crying of laughter.

"It's not that fun." Sam said embarrassed.

"Oh, but it is." I managed to get out between the laughs. "Beautiful voices, I must admit."

"Shut up." They sternly said in sync.

"Sorry." I ended the laugh as well as I could. "So he clearly wasn't our guy, although he was a creep. So..."

"We still need to find out who and what it could be." Sam finished.

"Yes, but not anymore tonight." Dean pointed out. "I need my four hours and the same goes for the two of you."

"I agree." I yawned to prove my point.

We arrived back at the motel at around 3am. I went inside first and got my pajamas to change into. I decided to change in the bathroom, both so I could brush my teeth, while I was at it, and so they could just change out in the room.

"Goodnight." I said as I laid down.

"Goodnight." Sam said back.

I felt the bed dip and then I heard; "night Cub," from behind me.

Another person had gone missing, which meant more investigating for us to do. I was once again in my wolf form to be a police dog. Seriously, does no one know that wolves are like quite a bit bigger than dogs? Apparently not.

Sam knocked on the door, and a woman opened it.

"Mrs. Caldwell?" Sam asked. "I am Agent Hanson, this is Agent Johnson and this is our police dog, Leona." They flashed their batches. "We are here to investigate your husband's disappearance."

"Of course." She said in a meek voice.

"Can my partner and Leona look around your home, while I talk to you about the details?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, come on in." She said and moved from the door to allow us passage.

"Okay, Leona, you know the drill. If you find anything out of the ordinary, tell me." Sam ordered and we started walking around the home. I looked around and nothing seemed too suspicious.

Until I saw another wreath. There were vervain and meadowsweet in this one too. The first one, I could see as a coincidence, but two? That's too weird. I ran over to Sam and looked around to make sure, no one was watching, as I transformed back to my human form.

"What is it, Leona?" Sam asked with curiosity.

"That wreath over there?" I pointed towards it. "There is meadowsweet and vervain in it."

"That is strange, but do you have anything else?"

"Yes." I sighed. "There were one just like it in the other house, where the husband went missing."

"That can't be a coincidence." He smiled at me. "Good job, Leona."

"Thanks." I said and transformed back into a wolf.

"Thank you for letting us have a look around." Sam said as we approached the door.

"Anything that can help you find my husband." She answered.

"May I ask you, where is that wreath from?" Both the woman and Dean looked up at Sam puzzled, but I knew exactly what he meant.

"Seriously, Sam?" Dean rambled on the way out to the car. "Why don't ask her where the flower pots are from, while you are at?"

"That wreath had vervain and meadowsweet in it." Sam argued. "And Leona and I saw one just like it at the Walsh house."

"Vervain and meadowsweet have many use cases, but from what I know it is fairly rare too, and pagans apparently love it." I said as I had transformed back.

"Will you stop doing that?!" Dean yelled in shock, which did nothing but make me laugh. "And of course, I had seen that too."

"Of course, you had." I said knowing fully well that he hadn't.

"Turns out, Leona was right." Sam stated, looking from his laptop in the motel room. We had gone back to do some research on the wreath.

"Take that, Dean." I teased.

"Real mature, Cub." Dean sighed.

"Says the guy, who keeps calling me cub." I fired back, making Dean raise his hands in surrender.

"Anyway," Sam broke in, clearly tired of us. "Meadowsweet and vervain are very rare and very expensive, and they are linked with the pagans god of the Winter Solstice."

"Winter Solstice, but that's-" Dean is interrupted.

"Right around Christmas, yes. It says here, that back in the old days, where people would worship it, the sacrifices would wear wreaths of meadowsweet and vervain to indicate themselves as a sacrifice." Sam explained.

"So when they put the wreaths outside their homes, they are basically saying, 'free meals'?" Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"You said meadowsweet and vervain are very expensive, right?" I asked Sam.

"Yeah."

"Then why would someone makes wreaths out of it, unless they are offering these people up as sacrifices?" I pointed out.

"That would make sense." Sam sighed.

"So we just need to find out, who makes them and track them down." Dean planned.

"Pretty much, and I know where to start. Mrs. Caldwell mentioned the place, she had bought hers." Sam said already getting up to take his jacket and I followed suit.

"Wow." Dean stopped me in my tracks. "I didn't say anything about you going?"

"Are we seriously having this discussion again?" I sighed. "I have been with you all the way through this, and now you are having thoughts on me going further?"

"Before was researching and investigating." Dean argued. "This could get dangerous."

"Oh, so nearly blowing Santa's brain out is research?" I spat back. "Besides, I am a Wolfblood. I can take care of myself."

"Fine." Dean said eventually as he saw this wasn't an argument, he was going to win.

"Thank you." I said in an overly sweet voice and went over to get my jacket.