Dean looked up as Sam staggered back into their motel room looking more like the abominable snow man than his brother. Why Sammy had felt the need to go out in a snow storm was beyond him, but he had given up arguing with Sam about certain things. Instead he just ribbed his brother for them later.
"Happy Christmas," Sam said with a big dorky smile and produced two of the sorriest looking Christmas novelties Dean had ever seen.
For once he didn't have a witty comeback.
"Thanks, Sam," he said and, with a smile, took the mutant frosted Santa.