SuperPotter 3

Chapter 8 A Very Supernatural Christmas

'Wizard Crackers?'

'Yeah, they're kind like muggle crackers but instead they're filled with real sized hats, wizard chess sets even live mice. I could maybe get some this Christmas, that way you two can experience it,'

'That sounds like an amazing idea,' Dean and Hermione had made their round and walk back towards Sam who is still lost in memories. 'You'd think with the 10 bucks it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow,' Dean points out.

Sam awakens from his daydream. 'What?'

'Nothing. What are we looking for, again?'

'Um....' Sam looks around. 'Lore says the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets,' 

'Great. So we're looking for a pimp Santa. Why the sweets?' Dean asks.

'Think about it, Dean. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know?'

'That's creepy,' Sam chuckles. 'How does this thing know who has been naught and who has been nice?'

'I don't know,'

A man wearing a Santa Claus costume sits outside a small barn. A woman and boy walk up to him. 'So, Ronny, come sit on Santa's knee,' The boy sits. 'Ah, there you go. You've been a good boy this year?'

'Yeah.'

'Good. Santa's got a special gift for you,' Santa cackles creepily.

Dean looks at Santa and the boy speculatively. 'Maybe we do,'

Ronny's mother takes his arm and leads him away from the Santa. 'Come on, honey, let's go,'

A woman in an elf costume walks up to Sam, Dean and Hermione. 'Welcome to Santa's court. Can I escort your child to Santa?' She asks.

'Uh...'

'No. No. Uh, but actually my brother here,' Dean smacks Sam on the shoulder. '...it's been a lifelong dream of his,'

The elf looks at Sam like he's a freak. 'Uh, sorry. No kids over...12,'

'No, he's just kidding. We only came here to watch,' Sam explains. Hermione looks up not sure what to do.

The woman looks at Dean, who shakes his head. She backs off. 'Eww,'

'I–I didn't mean that we came her to w—Y—,' Sam stammers. Dean looks at him. 'Thanks a lot, Dean. Thanks fot that,'

Dean laughs and suddenly turns serious. 'Check it out,' They watch the Santa leave his chair. Santa was walking with a bad limp. 'Are you seeing this?'

'A lot of people walk with limps, right?' Sam asks.

'Tell me you didn't smell that. That was candy, man,'

'That was Ripple. I think. Had to be,' Sam looks at Santa again.

'Maybe. We're willing to take that chance?'

Sam, Dean and Hermione are sitting inside the Impala, spying on a simple house that is decorated with Christmas lights.

'What time is it?' Dean asks.

'Same as the last time you asked,' Sam responds. 'Here...' He hands Dean a thermos. 'Caffeinate,'

Dean takes the thermos from Sam and tries to pour coffee into the cup, but the thermos is empty. 'Wonderfull. Hey, Sam,'

'Yeah?'

'Why are you the boy that hates Christmas?' Dean asks as Hermione hands him another thermos.