"I am gonna go out and get some snacks." Dean walked out the door of the motel room.

"I have to go and talk to my brother." I started walking, before Sam stopped me.

"Are you sure, it is a good idea?" He asked concerned.

"Of course." I looked up at him with a questionable look. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"I mean, he is still far away and-" Sam trailed off. "I don't want you to get hurt like last time."

"Don't worry I won't. I only got tired last time." I smiled at the nice concern for once. "I appreciate the concern, but I think I will be fine."

"Okay." He smiled. "Have a nice talk then."

"Thanks." I grinned and walked out the door.

There was a forest close by, which I decided would be fitting for my purpose. I knelt down and put my hand on the ground.

"Varga?" I said, waiting for an answer.

"Leona." He came through on the other end. "Is something wrong? Are you hurt?" Oh yeah, the frantic overprotective brother mode. Welcome back to you. It has been a while.

"No, I am not." I chuckled. "I just wanted to check in and see how you are doing."

"It's not exactly difficult to hear, you have been around humans a lot." He snickered. "But I am doing good. The pack is doing good as well, although they miss you. Especially Gwen and Gadwick."

"I figured." My heart ached for seeing those two again. "You can keep taps on them or what?"

"It has been a struggle, since no one knows their hiding spots quite like you." He chuckled.

"I can imagine." I snickered. Gwen and Gadwick loved playing Hide and Seek. It really just to hide in general. Having looked after them for years though, I knew most of their hiding spots.

"How are you doing?" Varga asked in return.

"Honestly," I smiled knowing he couldn't see it. "Quite well. Sam and Dean are very nice and takes good care of me."

"You are still hunting?" You could easily hear the disapproval in his voice.

"Yes, we are." I sighed. "We actually just finished up a hunt with two pagan gods."

"Really?" He chuckled.

"Yeah they kept eating people, so we had to stop them." I snickered. Even though there was nothing fun about people dying, it was always a little fun, when you have to deal with pagan gods.

"Yeah, I see why."

"Also I used some of all of the things, Carrie taught us. You know identifying herbs and such?" My voice was filling pride but also a little tease. "You know the lessons you barely listened to?"

"I might vaguely remember those." He sounded a little guilty. "That helped you then?"

"Yeah, they were making these things with meadowsweet and vervain in them, and I noticed it." I smiled.

"Well done, sis." You could practically hear his smile.

"Thanks." Then I remembered what I wanted to ask him about. "Varga, could you do me a favor?"

"Depends." He answered. "What is it?"

"Could you ask Carrie, if she knows anyway, you can free someone of their deal, if they have sold their soul?" I asked with caution.

"Leona, what have you done?" His voice was serious and dark all of the sudden.

"Nothing." I quickly defended. "It's Dean." I sighed. "Back in May, Sam died and Dean couldn't live with him dead, so he sold his soul, and now he only has until May, before he goes to hell."

"I can try, but it sounds like, he has dug his own grave." Varga sighed.

"I know, but I have to try and help." I answered.

"Why?" His question took me by surprise. "Not that I have anything against the man at all, but you have only known him for a short time."

"Because, I know, if it was either of us in that situation, we would have made the same call." I answered knowing I was right. We would die for each other and maybe even more.

"You are right." He took a deep breath. "I will ask her, but no promises."

"Understood." I answered. "Thanks."

"Always, sis." He sounded like he wasn't done yet. "Do you know how long it will be before you get home?"

"Not really, unfortunately," I grew a little sad. I like Sam and Dean, but Varga was my brother. My home. "But I will promise, I will let you know, when I do."

"Okay." He sounded sad by that response. "Can't wait to see you again."

"I can't wait to see you either." I smiled. That was when I heard the Impala in the distance. "Dean is coming back now, so I have to go. I love you brother."

"Love you too sis." And with that we broke the connection.

I walked towards the motel with mixed emotions. On one side, it was nice to talk to Varga again, but it just made me miss him even more.

"Hey Dean." I said as I came close enough.

"Hey Cub." He looked at me weirdly. "What are you doing out here?"

"I had to talk to Varga." I quickly said. I didn't want to tell him, what I asked Varga to find out. Risking getting his hopes up to then have them crushed, would be cruel.

"Okay, I guess." He mumbled. "Just get inside then."

As we opened the door, we saw Sam standing in the middle of the room. Decorations and a small tree was also to be spotted along with paper letter saying; "Merry Christmas".

"Hey, you get the beer?" Sam asked.

"What's all this?" Dean grinned.

"What do you think it is?" Sam asked. "It's Christmas." I send him a smile knowing he was doing this for Dean.

"What made you change your mind?" Dean asked with a smile.

"Well, no matter what I love it." A smile was all over my face to light the mood. However, it was also sincere.

"Here, try the eggnog" Sam gave Dean a cup with a yellowish white liquid in it. "Let me know if it needs some extra kick."

Dean took a sip of it, coughing ever so slightly. "No, we're good."

"Yeah?" Sam smiled.

"Yeah." Dean muttered, even though I saw a quick look of disgust on his face.

"Good." he put the bottle away. "And here you go Leona." Sam handed me another mug with a dark liquid in it. "Since you can't have the eggnog, I made you some hot chocolate."

"Thanks." I said and took a sip. The sweet taste was all over my tongue making me smile. "Mhmm." I said loudly. "It's really good, Sam."

He gave me a smile in return. "Well, have a seat." Sam gestured to the couch. "Let's do some Christmas stuff or whatever."

"Alright first thing's first." Dean said as we sat down. "Merry Christmas, you two." Dean reached behind him and pulled out three presents. He handed two to Sam and one to me.

"Where did you get these?" Sam asked chuckling.

"Some place special." Dean said as he took off his jacket. "The gas mart down the street." He confessed making us laugh. "Open them up."

"Well, great minds think alike, Dean." Sam reached behind him and pulled out four presents.

"Really?" Dean asked in wonder.

"Here, you go." Sam smiled.

"Open mine first." Dean said with excitement.

I smiled and started ripping the paper off. Before I was done, Sam had opened his.

"Yeah skin mags." He laughed. "And shaving cream. Thanks."

"You are not letting her near the skin mags." Dean pointed at me and got a chuckling shake from Sam.

"A knife!" I screeched in excitement, when I opened my gift. "Thanks, Dean." I hugged him.

"You're welcome." He hugged me back. "It's pure iron too. Works well on ghosts." I smiled even more. "You like them?"

"I love it!" I giggled.

"Yeah." Sam said and handed us each two presents. "Well, here you go with my gifts." Sam said and handed us each two presents.

"Look at this." Dean said being way faster with opening them. "Fuel for me and fuel for my baby." He looked down with a smile. "These are awesome. Thanks."

I opened mine and saw it was a notebook and a bunch of colorful pencils, I couldn't help but giggle.

"For the long car drives." Sam clarified. "And then you can make a journal, if you want."

"This is so great." I hugged him too. "Thank you, Sam."

"You're welcome." He hugged me back too, when I remembered something.

"Wait here." I rose and walked over to my backpack and grabbed their two gifts. "From me to you." I handed them.

"Aw, you shouldn't have, Cub." Dean started.

"You have helped me a lot." I smiled back. "I just wanted to show my gratitude. Now, open them." I squealed with anticipation.

"Bon Jovi." Dean laughed and held up the shirt. "Cool. How did you know?"

"You talked about, how it rocks on occasion." I answered. "I hoped this was one of those occasions."

"It is." He hugged me. "Thanks, Cub."

"You're welcome." I hugged back and waited for Sam's response.

"The Wizard of Oz." He looked down at the book with a happiness, I hadn't seen before.

"You mentioned, how you read it a lot as a child, and then lost the book." I looked him in the eyes with a smile. "I figured, you could use a new one."

"This is amazing." He hugged me as well. "Thanks, Leona."

"You're welcome." I returned the hug and sat back down on the couch.

"Merry Christmas, bro." Dean said to Sam as he offered a toast and turned to me. "Merry Christmas, Cub."

"Yeah." Sam fumbled to get his drink, while I had already picked up mine. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." I said as we clanged the cups together.

"Hey, Dean." Sam started, which made me kinda worried for what he was gonna say next.You two wanna watch the game?" Sam asked.

"Absolutely." Dean answered while I just nodded, and Sam went to turn on the Tv. As he came back, I laid my head in Sam's lap.

While the game was playing, Sam and Dean were trying to explain the rules to me, and Dean said that if we had time on a hunt, we could go to a park and try it.

"Look, it's snowing." I laughed as I looked out the window. I hadn't seem snow before since I lived in California.

My smile was as wide as my face, if not wider. It sucked being away from the pack, but Sam and Dean are amazing extra-brothers.