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Twas the night before Christmas, and during this truce,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a moose.
The guns were polished and placed under pillows with care,
With fervent prayers that the monsters would play fair.
The Winchesters were all snug in their beds
While visions of happy endings danced in their heads
And Crowley in his suit and I in my coat
Had just settled in front of the fire and gave it a stroke
When the War Room alarms began to give shrieks
We arose from our seats, our faces white as sheets.
Away to the map we ran like the Flash
Dean came out of his room, tying his sash
The red alarms gleamed on the brow of Sam as he worked
To see what tripwire a supernatural being had jerked
When I heard a loud crash with ears only useful to me.
“I’ll be back,” I shouted, flying out of the bunker and into a tree
Down on the lawn, my wandering eyes widened to see
But a golden haired man, cackling with glee
“Suppose I should’ve sent word ahead, Cassie,” said he
And I knew in that moment who it could be
“Gabriel,” I began, flying down from my perch
Landing beside him, my stomach did a strange lurch
For you see, I had thought this brother had died
Just like so many others, for whom I had cried
“You really think that the Empty could stop the likes of me?”
He said, with a twinkle in his eyes that I knew I’d see
For light-hearted and happy my brother had always been
Unlike so many of our other kin
“I suppose not,” I agreed, “Still, tis a miracle to see you.”
“I’m sure it is, Cassie,” he said, wrapping me up as you do
When you hadn’t seen a friend or family in too long
And you can feel your heart swell in familiar song
That’s when I felt it, a peculiar occurrence
Gabriel was usually hot as a furnace
Now he was as cold as the winter outside
Almost as if not too long ago he had just died
“Just my Grace needing to warm up, Nugget,” he said
I felt better, though my heart still had a feeling of dread
“Let’s get you inside,” I said, “and inform them you’re well”
“Even if you’ve been out of this world for a spell”
“Inside is a good idea,” said Gabriel, looking for the door
“I just hope Dean isn’t a bore.”
With a roll of my eyes and a thought so quick,
I flashed us into the bunker, and my thigh was given a kick
“Dammit, Dean!” I shouted, holding Gabriel close
As if this whole thing was a dreadful Christmas hoax.
“Are we sure it’s not a ghoul?” Sam asked in a wary voice
Although I’m sure Sam would sound wary even if not given the choice
“I’m sure,” I said, rubbing Gabriel’s shoulder as I looked at my family
That I had handcrafted so lovingly
“Is there a way he can share Christmas with us?” Asked I
A slight waver in my voice as I nearly began to cry.
“Let me get blankets, let’s chase away his chill,” said Dean
And off he went to get some that were hopefully clean
“Some Scotch I’ll fetch,” Crowley mentioned, turning on his heel,
“Only the finest for you, so with it you better bloody deal.”
Gabriel gave a laugh and smiled after the King of Hell
“Well, doesn’t HE look swell?”
Sam threw a bitch face before shaking his head.
“I’ll grab some cookies, I hope you don’t mind gingerbread.”
Gabriel’s eyes lit up at the idea of sweets
And we listened to the creaks
As we were left alone once more for the moment
Gabriel said “I’ll try not to go dormant”
As he laid against my side and closed his eyes
I smiled to myself, knowing that this was one of those lies
The ones you tell that you’re trying to say you’re not
But that was okay, because I knew what he brought
A form of hope and cheer for people so dear
Who needed the path clear.
And as I waited, for someone to come back
I said a phrase that made my voice crack
“Thank you for making such a fuss”
“And to and from everyone, Merry Christmas.”