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[likemichael]

Who: Winchester Extended Family (Sam, Dean, Jo, Castiel, Gabriel, and any guest they bring, Elizabeth perhaps?)
What: Christmas
Where: Singer Auto Salvage
When: December 25th
Rating: No more than PG
Notes: Thread hop, mini-party style.

Comments

[daddysknife]

[Jo didn't have any guests, and thankfully all of her presents for the boys in Bobby's house fit in one box. Barely. She gave the cabbie a decent tip for being out on Christmas and stomped across the junkyard and up to the door.

She knocked on the door and tried the handle, deciding to just head in.]

Guys?

[likemichael]

Jo!

[Dean tosses down a cloth and heads to her, instantly taking the box and setting it down on the nearest table, before turning back to her.] Merry Christmas, doll face. [He offers a hug.]

[daddysknife]

Doll face? [He will pay for that later, even though she's taking the offered hug.]

Am I late?

[likemichael]

Kick my ass when it's not Christmas.

[He kisses the top of her head when she hugs him.] Nah, me and Sammy did our gift giving earlier.

[daddysknife]

I'll set an alarm for 12:01. [She nods, pulling back to shed her coat and hat.]

I've got presents for everyone.

[likemichael]

You would. [He takes her coat to hang it up. Don't say he's never a gentleman.]

You didn't have to get us anything, Jo. But I got you a little something too.

[daddysknife]

[He's rarely a gentleman.]

It's Christmas and I was comin' over. I didn't want to show up without gifts.

[likemichael]

[But sometimes! And sometimes counts!]

Well, alright, but you know we're not expecting anything fancy, we're just glad you're here.

[daddysknife]

Sure, now ya tell me that.

[She laughs and nudges him in the side.]

[likemichael]

Aw, man, did you get that diamond studded dagger, after all? [It's nice, being able to joke with her.]

Actually, you know what, get your coat back on, we're going to get your present now.

[daddysknife]

Not for you.

[...Wait, what could be outside-]

Should I be suspicious?

[likemichael]

I'm not takin' you out back to shoot you, don't worry.

[He grinned and snagged up his own jacket, shoving his feet into his boots without lacing them and heading outside.]

[daddysknife]

Still gonna worry.

[She yanks her coat back on and follows quickly.]

[likemichael]

Have a little bit of faith in me not getting you dead, Jo.

[He passes her a quick, amused look before heading for the car he's got covered up. Nodding to it, he holds a hand up to stop her.] Wait a sec, one final touch-- [He pulls out the tiniest gift bow and sticks it on the sheet.] Alright, go for it.

[daddysknife]

That's not what I worried about!

[...Not at the moment, at least.]

Where did you even find a bow that small?! Do I really wanna pull back the sheet?

[likemichael]

Sure thing.

[He laughs.] I slaved over finding that bow. C'mon, open it.