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[itsahotone]

[Santana, having seen so many others go through that rip thing and back to empty versions of their homes, is not in Lima. She won't go back until she can brace herself for being home and not having Brittany there.

Therefore, she is still in the mansion.

Dressed in this charming outfit and singing this charming song, Santana strolls around the

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[dashboardlite]

[Dean hasn't been all that keen on revisiting his childhood house in Lawrence, Kansas, and after a few pit-stops in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, and other assorted all-American places, he's come to the conclusion that Wonderland is a better alternative to an empty home.

Wandering the hallways is the name of the game until-]

Damn.

[He whistles appreciatively.]

So what kinda car d'you want Santa to bring you?

[itsahotone]

[Oh hiiii, Dean. You weren't expecting an actual, spoken-and-not-sung answer, were you? Because that question makes it very easy.]

Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, [Whateverthefuckthatis]
Light blue.
I'll wait up for you dear~

[Slooowly getting up in your space, Dean.]

[dashboardlite]

[Well hello there, attractive teenage girl all up in his space.]

And here I thought it was a '54 convertible.

[But oh man is he grinning like a fox.]

[itsahotone]

[Her look says hold all comments until the end. The rest of her...pretty much says the same, considering she ignores his comment and keeps singing, her voice dripping with innuendo expertly. She isn't so much dancing as she is slinking around him, one finger trailing along his chest, his shoulders as she circles behind him.

Once she's back in front of him, she puts a little extra rasp into the line I've been an angel all year and smirks right up at him. Some lines may be more believable than others.]

[dashboardlite]

[Dean holds his comments (and maybe his breath) and tries to maintain a decently straight facade until she's through, because singing and dancing sexily is really not fair.

Ever.]

You want me to hold my applause, too?

[A cocky grin, hands poised to clap.]

[itsahotone]

[You know you love the way she sang about trimming her tree and stuffing her stocking, Dean. It's really quite tragic that the narration has a very vivid image in mind of certain little dance moves she did, but cannot find the words or gifs to describe them.

The point is, as effortlessly sexy as she always is, obviously, she may have put a little oomph in it when performing for this certain stubborn individual.

Enjoy the total eyefuck she gives when she sings the last line, Dean. Then she smirks and curtsies a tiny bit.]

No, you can go ahead with that.

[dashboardlite]

[That look is not fair and none of this is fair not ever.

Especially not the extra oomph, because Dean is still staunchly advocating his morals (however few there really are), and it's becoming increasingly obvious that someone really wants her stocking stuffed with something from a particular hunter this year.

Sporting a mild smile and polite nod, he applauds and looks up and down the new outfit.]

The closet give you a present early this year?

[itsahotone]

[She responds by giving a little twirl to show off her legs the outfit again.]

Figured might as well use it for good will and cheer, right?

[dashboardlite]

Noble cause,

[he agrees, because damn.

...Okay, Dean-o, time to get your mind out of the tinsel-covered gutter.]

What're you actually askin' for for Christmas, anyway? Mosta that stuff you can get from the closets.

[itsahotone]

[She gives a look along the lines of--yeah, and?]

So I'm supposed to ask for something you...can't get from the closets?

[dashboardlite]

[He smirks.]

...I'll think of somethin' clever.

[itsahotone]

[Her own smirk is a little less smirky and a little more grinny.]

Guess that means I should get you a little something, too. [She glances down at herself.] Something you'll actually accept.

[dashboardlite]

[Dean rolls his eye with a grin. HE SAW WHAT YOU WERE IMPLYING THERE, YOUNG LADY.]

Keep dreamin', sweetheart.

[itsahotone]

[How ever did he crack such a subtle code?]

No worries. I doubt you'd live up to the dreams, anyway. I'll see what else I can scrounge up for you.

[el oh el, as if she hasn't had that CD recorded for at least a week now.]

[dashboardlite]

Oooh, harsh.

[He's going to need some aloe for that burn.]

Can't wait to see what I get.