We had just been at the store, who sold the wreaths. The man there told us, that a Mr. and Mrs. Carrigan, where the ones, who had made them, and told him to sell them at his store.

So that was, where we were heading right now.

As we pulled up, you could see the most overdecorated front lawn that I had ever seen. Granted, I hadn't seen that many front lawns, but the ones, I had seen, didn't even come close to this one.

"The center of evil." Dean said unconvinced that this was the place. "I always thought, you would find it in the suburbs."

"Let's just go up there and talk to them." Sam said just wanting this to be over with.

We walked up the steps, and Dean rang on the door making it sing some strange melody, which I could only guess had something to do with Christmas. An elderly woman in a red sweater opened the door.

"What can I help you with?" She said in such a strange voice, but there was also something wrong about it. She sounded sickly sweet.

"Are you Mrs. Carrigan?" Dean asked.

"Well, yes I am." She smiled at us.

"Great." Dean snapped his fingers. "You see, we were over at the Caldwells here the other night, playing games, and we noticed this beautiful wreath. We tried to find some at the store but he said you made them and to see you had some more."

"Who is it, honey?" An older man in a blue sweater came forward.

"Oh these boys and this lovely young lady was just asking about the wreaths, I made." She replied eyeing me in particular.

"Uh, care for some peanut brittle?" He said.

Dean tried taking some before Sam grabbed his arm. "We're good."

"Yeah, we just wanted to hear, if there were anymore of those wreaths." I chimed in wearing the sweetest smile, I could.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie, but we have sold all the ones we had." Mrs. Carrigan said.

"Okay."

We were back at the motel, where Dean had called Bobby, while Sam did some more research. "I knew it." He started gaining our attention. "Something was way off with those two."

"What did you find, Sam?" I asked.

"The Carrigans lived in Seattle last year, where two abductions took place right around Christmas. They moved here in January. All that Christmas crap in their house, it wasn't bells of holly, it was, as Leona said, vervain, meadowsweet and mint."

"Pagan stuff?" Dean questioned.

"Serious pagan stuff." Sam answered eagerly.

"So what Ozzie Harriet is keeping a pagan hiding underneath the plastic covered couch?"

"I dont know, we gotta check them out." Sam said. "So what about Bobby? He is sure those stakes will kill this thing right?

"Yes," Dean said as he had just gotten off the phone with Bobby. "Bobby says that the stakes of evergreen should be kill them."

"So are we grabbing some stick or do we already have them?" I asked.

"Evergreen, we can easily find, but we have to sharpen them into stakes." Sam concluded.

I Helped sharpen the stakes as Dean had come back inside with them.

"Dean, you are hitting everywhere but the trashcan." I gestured to the floor.

"Good thing, I don't have to clean up." He grinned and ruffled my hair.

"Are you nervous?" Sam asked.

"After Gordon, I think my tolerance has gone way up." I explained. I would never admit it to Sam and Dean, but I had nightmares about Gordon, where he killed them and everyone I loved. I guess, some of my bad memories had resurfaced.

"Understandable." Sam sighed. "Look, I just don't want you to turn out like us."

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

"Hunters, killers more accurately." Sam said, making me shoot him an empathic look. "You're young, you have a choice, that we never had."

"I appreciate the concern, Sam, I really do." I smiled. "But I like helping people by getting rid of the bad guys." I sighed. "And maybe help giving us a better rep."

"Really?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, by being a supernatural being hunting the bad ones, it might help solidify the fact that we are not all." I grinned. "That we dislike those you kill just as much as you do."

"I never thought of it like that." He admitted.

"I can be smart sometimes." I joked. "Come on, lets go kills a suburban couple."

We walked up to the suburban house, making sure we were quiet.

"Seriously, they never turn it off?" I mumbled, referring to the Santa doll, that was still playing the same melody as when we were here earlier.

We got our stakes ready as Dean started to pick the lock. It didn't take more than 10 seconds, max to pick it.

"How is this even creepier on the inside?" I looked around with wide eyes, as I was trying to hear them or catch their scent.

"See, plastic." Dean pointed at the couch.

"Why?" I mumbled in confusion. From my understanding a couch is supposed to be comfortable. Covering it in plastic doesn't exactly scream comfort to me.

We split up and looked around the living room and hallway. Those freaky dolls were everywhere, and I frowned in disgust. Humans are seriously strange for thinking these are cute.

Sam and I found the kitchen decked out with food. "Why would they have so much out in the middle of the night?" I whispered to him, which he shrugged off.

"Hey, Dean." He called over as he shone his flashlight on a white door besides the fridge.

We quickly opened it and went down the wooden steps.

"Guys, there is a lot of blood and death down here." I gagged.

"You think?" Dean pointed to some bones and blood on the wood.

"Still hate this guy." I pointed at some bloody Santa boots along with a whole entire bloody outfit. I walked around by myself, when I heard something. "Sam! Dean!"

That was the last thing, I remember before seeing black.

I woke to a pounding in my head, while being tied to a chair and my arms tied on the armrests. "Sam, Dean?"

"Right here, Cub." A familiar voice said to my left. I saw Dean sitting there with Sam on my right.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"I think so." Dean answered first.

"Other than a pounding in my head, then yeah, just preachy." I groaned.

"So, I guess we are dealing with Mr. and Mrs. God?" Sam pointed out the obvious. "Nice to know."

"Would have been better to know before coming."

"Yeah." Dean sighed as the Carrigans reentered.

"Uh and we thought you three lazyboys were gonna sleep straight through all the fun." Mrs. Carrigan said in her still jolly voice.

"Girl." I covered with a cough.

"Miss all this?" Dean said in his usual sarcastic voice. "Nah, we are partiers."

"Isn't he a kick in the pants, honey?" Mr. Carrigan grinned. "You are hunters, that what you are." He turned to look me straight in the eyes. "Or two hunters and one Wolfblood."

"Great, you know, what I am." I hissed.

"Oh, yes we do." He raised my chin with his fingers. "And how delicious you taste." He forcefully let go of me.

"And you are pagan gods." Dean stated. "So why don't we just call it even and go our separate ways?" Nice try, Dean.

"What so you can bring back more hunters and Wolfblood and kill us?" Mr. Carrigan chuckled. "I don't think so."

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you went snacking on humans now?" Sam asked angrily.

"Oh don't get all wet." Mr. Carrigan shot back.

"Huh you used to take over a hundred tributes a year." Mrs. Carrigan chimed in. "And that's a fact. Now we take what two? three?" She went to Sam and Dean and laid clothes in their laps. "With partyboys and wolfie here make six." Mr. Carrigan pointed out.

"Now thats not so bad, is it?" She smiled with an evil grin.

"Well, when you say it like that you're like the Cuninghams." Dean, stop the references I don't know.

"You mister better show us a little respect." Mr. Carrigan ordered.

"Or what?" I challenged.

"You'll eat us?" Sam added.

"Not so fast." Mr. Carrigan said in a darker voice than before. "There are rituals to be followed."

"Oh and we're just stickers for rituals." Quit the evil smile, Carrigan.

"And you know what kicks of the whole shabang?" Mr. Carrigan said in an exicted voice.

"Let me guess, meadowsweet?" Dean guessed, knowing the answer. "Oh shots, you are out of wreaths, I guess we just have to cancel the sacrifice?"

"Don't be such a tough gloomy." Mrs. Carrigan placed a wreath around all our necks. "Don't they just look darling?"

"Good enough to eat." Mr. Carrigan said.

"Come a little closer, and I will show you eat." I groaned.

"Such a sweet puppy." Mrs. Carrigan scratched my head like I was a dog, which made me snap after her.

"Alright, step number two." I heard a knife being drawn by Mr. Carrigan as he made his way over to Sam.

"Sammy." Dean said protectively as he heard Sam's breathing pick up.

"No." Sam tried. "No, don't, argh!"

"Leave him alone your son of bitch!" Dean screamed in anger.

"You hear how they talk to us?" Mr. Carrigan chuckled. "To gods? Listen pal, back in the day we were worshipped by millions."

"And my kind were rich!" I yelled. "Times have changed!"

"Huh tell me about it." Mr. Carrigan started ranted angrily, while his wife made her way over to Dean. "All of the sudden this Jesus character is the hot new thing in town. All of the sudden, our alters are being burnt down, and we are being hunted down like common monsters."

"But did we say peep?" Mrs. Carrigan interfered. "No, no we did not. Two millennium. We kept a low profile, we got jobs, we, what was that word?"

"We assimilated." Mr. Carrigan helped.

"Yeah, we assimilated." Mrs. Carrigan said. "Why we play bridge on Tuesdays and Fridays. We are just like everyone else."

"You are not blending in as smooth as you think, lady." Dean fired.

"This might pinch a bit, dear." Mrs. Carrigan said as she drove the knife over Dean's arm.

"Argh, bitch!" He yelled.

"Oh my goodness, someone owes a nickel to the swear jar." Mrs. Carrigan said in her overly motherly voice. "Oh do you know what I say when I feel like swearing? Fudge."

"I will try and remember that." Dean panted aggressively.

"Hello, dear." Mrs. Carrigan said as she stood in front of me. "I have to dig a little deeper with you."

"Argh." I screamed out as she dug in the knife into my skin.

"You guys have no idea how lucky you are." Mr. Carrigan once again made his way over to Sam with a strange looking tool. "There was a time, where kids came from miles around just to be sitting where you are."

"What are you doing with those?" Sam asked in fear.

"You fudging touch me again, I fudging kill ya." Dean hissed.

"Very good." Mrs. Carrigan applauded as she took more blood both him and me.

"No, no don't." I heard Sam fight, before screaming in pain.

"Oh ho we got a winner." Mr.Carrigan said triumphal as he returned to the table.

"What else, dear?" Mrs. Carrigan asked.

"Well, lets see fingernail," I cringed as I understood what he had done to Sam. "Blood, huh sweet Peter on a popsicle stick, I forgot the tooth."

Mrs. Carrigan mumbled something as Dean said; "Merry Christmas, Sam and Cub."

Mr. Carrigan came over to me another weird looking tool. "Open wide and say argh." He forced my mouth open and my canines out as he stock the weird tool in my mouth, and just as he was about to pull, the door bell rang.

"Sure, you don't wanna get that?" Dean asked for my safety, as the door bell rang again. "You should get that."

Finally, the put the tool away, as they went to answer the door. I had been filing at the robe with my claws and could finally jump free, and free Sam and Dean.

"Where were we?" I heard Mrs. Carrigan ask, just as we made it out of the doors in the kitchen. I helped Sam keep his door shut, since he had the most injuries.

"What are we gonna do now?" Dean yelled as he came over to help us. "The stakes are in the basement!"

"We need more evergreen, Dean!" Sam replied as we held the door. "I think I just found some more."

We looked over at the Christmas tree with a knowing look.

"Go!" I yelled. "I'll hold them off!"

The boys ran over to the tree and tipped over the tree to get the branches at the bottom.

"Hurry!" I yelled since apparently pagan gods are stronger than you would think. I moved away as the boys came over and there were quiet at the doors before we heard Mr. Carrigan come charging at Dean.

"You little thing." Mrs. Carrigan said in a mischievous voice, while I tried to help Dean. "I loved that tree."

I saw Sam being thrown across the room and ran over to him, while Mrs. Carrigan came at us. I punched in the face with Sam's stake as I ran over to her on the ground. She tried to come at me, when I stabbed her in the stomach with the stake.

"Madge!" Mr. Carrigan yelled in dispair giving Dean enough time to grab his stake and hit him across the face with it. Sam came over to me to help punch the stake in further. Dean stabbed Mr. Carrigan multiple times, while he screamed in agony.

In the end, they were both dead, and we were panting.

"Merry Christmas." Sam said to us.