Apparently I-crave-everybody-lives-nothing-bad-happens-ever-this-is-probably-OOC-but-I-don't-give-a-fuck-because-happy-things-are-happening Christmas fluff. Basically, closing the gates doesn't kill Sam, Meg lives and becomes the demon they cure, Claire lives with them in the bunker because Amelia didn't make it through the demonic possession, Castiel still becomes human, and Emma wasn't lying , so she comes and lives with them, and Dean takes to fatherhood like a duck to water. Twenty-five drabblets in twenty-five days.

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"You want to give them a Christmas? Shit, Winchester, when did you turn into Super Dad?" Meg asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter.

"Shut it, Meg," Dean snapped. "Look, with all the shit that's been going down we couldn't before. But things have calmed down now. Emma deserves something normal for once."

"The last time we had Christmas was when Dean was going to Hell," Sam said. He glanced over at Castiel. "I think we should do it, at least for Claire, anyway."

"They're big girls, Sammy. I think they can handle Santa not coming to visit."

"I think we should do it," Castiel broke in. "Claire would enjoy it. Since Amelia passed and we took her in to protect her, it is true she hasn't had much in the way of a normal childhood."

"How normal can you be, hanging around a demon?" Dean muttered. Sam and Meg rolled their eyes in unison.

Dean didn't like that both his daughter and Claire had latched onto Meg the second the former demon had strolled into the bunker, angel blade in hand and head held high, the excitement from killing Crowley putting a spring in her step.

But Sam understood. Claire had lost her mother and was distant from Castiel, alternating between craving his attention and being unable to face the image of her father. Emma had come from a world of women before she'd turned away to avoid killing her father, so it made sense that she would latch onto Meg as the only female presence in the bunker.

Both girls had proved useful; Claire had researched the supernatural ever since her encounter with the Winchesters in her childhood, and the bunker's archives had delighted her. Emma, under Dean and Sam's instruction, had improved her abilities and could hold her own against anything they hunted when Dean allowed her to participate.

While Castiel had no issue with Meg spending time around Jimmy Novak's daughter, Dean was still confused by Emma's desire to hang around the former demon, but Meg seemed more amused than anything when Emma or Claire shadowed her around the bunker. Since Sam had turned her human for the third trial, Meg had even started to show some sort of affection toward the girls, snapping at them less and allowing them to ask her questions more often.

"So, we're all doin' this?" Dean asked, breaking the silence. Meg rolled her eyes.

"If Clarence really wants to, we'll have a Christmas," she agreed. "But I'm not doing sappy shit."

"It'll be Cas' first Christmas as a human, too," Sam reminded her.

"Alright, first thing we gotta do is figure out where we're gonna put a tree," Dean said, rubbing his hands together.

"Perhaps the first thing we should do is tell the girls and Kevin we're doing Christmas this year," Castiel said gently.