It’s everywhere In the doorways, below light fixtures, over the men of letters desk, in t

It’s everywhere

In the doorways, below light fixtures, over the men of letters desk, in the kitchen. Hell, Sam’s sure he even saw some dangling from the wing mirror in the Impala.

Dean has literally decked the halls.

“Where did you even get this much mistletoe on Christmas Eve?” Sam asks, trying and failing not to stare at Dean’s ass. Dean is halfway up a ladder and it’s right there at eye level, curved and perky even at his age, so it’s not exactly Sam’s fault. “And what’s with the hat?”

“So many questions,” Dean sighs, the bell in his Santa hat jingling. “Pass me the pins.”

Sam does, and Dean attaches another bunch of mistletoe to yet another doorway.

“I read somewhere once that mistletoe is good at warding off spirits. They’re rife at this time of year, Sammy. It’s good. It’s for protection.”

“Right,” Sam replies. “It’s funny, I’ve never heard that before.”…