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[It's getting cold -- and at home, Daphne spends the cold seasons hiking or skiing. Enjoying home and time spent with family. Here, the story is a little different, and it's put her in a thoughtful mood.]

Does anyone celebrate Christmas here?

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I think we should have dinner. And get a tree. Or -- whatever else is celebrated.

[She has no idea if the Pendragons celebrate Christmas. Or if the Winchesters bothered. But after hard times, a little warmth and family is a good thing, right?]

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Why not?

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Do you all do that sort of thing? Christmas.

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My mom tried for a while, and we weren't exactly the most festive family, but it was fun.

We'd decorate the Roadhouse with all those cheap, obnoxious plastic things. It was fun.

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It's being with family that's the most important part anyway.

We used to cut down our own tree.

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So you had the actual, authentic kind of shit.

Do they actually smell like those car fresheners?

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No, much different.

Maybe we can cut down our own here. You can see the difference.

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Do they even have Christmas trees here?

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[Because Dean is still a little unsure of her, he's going to senf a video rather than search for her in the house. At the thought of a real Christmas dinner, though, he can't help grin.]

Dinner? Hell yes.

[A pause, and he smiles a little more softly.]

Sure we could find a suitable tree somewhere.

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I think we might even be able to find one outside.

[Perfect. Deadpan.]

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Castiel and I went camping... there are some pine trees in the forests. I don't know whether or not we can just cut them down without facing the wrath of the gods.

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Uh, yeah...

[He's not sure how to respond to that sass.]

Wonder how the gods'll feel about it.

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[Her lips twitch upward slightly, fading into a softer kindness as she considers his statement seriously.]

I don't know.

[It's an admittance.]

But I don't see why being here should stop us from celebrating our relative health and happiness. Dinner included.

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Can't argue with that. [Not when food is on the line.] Plus, aren't they supposed to support junk that makes us happy? To keep this world alive and all that.

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[So much pie, Dean. So much pie.

At the suggestion, her brief traces of worry vanish as her eyes brighten, because that is a very good point.]

Right. So being punished for this is pretty unlikely, right?

[She's cutting down a goddamn tree rn.]

[sonofabitch]

[Nothing but pie, baby. And maybe some ham to shakes things up.

Wow, Dean said something right! It makes him smile a little proudly. Also he likes breaking rules.]

Yeah, probably unlikely.

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[Most definitely!]

Then we need a tree.

[Somewhat decisively.]

I'm guessing you have an axe.

[The Winchesters seem to be the types to just have that lying around.]

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Might as well give it a try and see what happens.

What's the worst that could happen, right?

[no, Jo. Turns out there's a lot of shit that could happen. Like. A lot.]

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I probably have one somewhere in the back of the Impala.

[Grins. His baby was so freakin' handy.]

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[It takes Daphne half a second to place what he's talking about.]

-- the car.

[Pause.]

Why is there an axe in your car?

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I think my definition of worse is different than all of yours, but I'm willing to give it a shot.

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[...] Why wouldn't there be?

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I don't really know what you'd use an axe for except cutting wood, so -- I don't think I want to know.

[It's a quick addition as she holds up her hands slightly.]

We can use it to cut down the tree.

[sonofabitch]

[That's probably a safe decision, Daphne.

Dean nods and rubs his hands together a little.]

You wanna rally the troops? Or I could just do it myself.

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I can go with you.

[Somewhat warmly.

She wanted to talk to Dean, anyway. This was a perfect opportunity to do so.]

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Oh. [Uh. He wasn't expecting them to go alone.] Sure.