There was silence in the bunker except the crackling of the fire and Sam's fingers rapidly tapping at the keys on his laptop.

Dean was spread out on one of the couches, enjoying the experience of being able to simply relax. Green eyes lazily scanned the room, just taking in the Christmasy vibes they'd created in the space.

He focused on the tree for a moment and the presents beneath the green pines. It wasn't long until the day so their gift for each other were tucked there. Sam's wrapping was meticulous. Dean's gifts were lucky to be wrapped at all.

The hunter's face curled into a smirk as he got an idea.

"Sam?"

"What, Dean?" He grumbled, looking up from his laptop.

"I belong under the tree."

Sam frowned for a minute before deciding to indulge his brother at this time of year and answer.

"Why do you belong under the tree?"

"Because I'm a gift!" He laughed.

The younger man tried to resist but a small smile cracked onto his lips.