If it were Sam, the reply would be more sarcastic. But the Ghost isn't Sam, so it's a nod and a tilt of their head in reply. "No, not very used to it at all. The things that they deal with in their world don't take holidays, so it's rare that they take time for it, either."
"All right." Dean pulls up a chair, pulling two packages wrapped in brown paper out of a bag. "First things first. Merry Christmas, Sam."
Sam smiles, still a bit strained but easing a bit. "Where'd you get these?"
"Someplace special." Sam's look makes Dean relent. "The gas mart down the street. Open them."
Sam laughs, reaching under the couch for two packages wrapped in newspaper. "Well, great minds think alike."
"Really?" Dean's surprise probably says everything about how unusual this is.
The gifts are opened, with Sam getting a couple of porn mags and some shaving cream. Which makes him laugh, at least. Dean gets a candy bar and a bottle of oil. "Fuel for me and fuel for my baby," as Dean says.
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"All right." Dean pulls up a chair, pulling two packages wrapped in brown paper out of a bag. "First things first. Merry Christmas, Sam."
Sam smiles, still a bit strained but easing a bit. "Where'd you get these?"
"Someplace special." Sam's look makes Dean relent. "The gas mart down the street. Open them."
Sam laughs, reaching under the couch for two packages wrapped in newspaper. "Well, great minds think alike."
"Really?" Dean's surprise probably says everything about how unusual this is.
The gifts are opened, with Sam getting a couple of porn mags and some shaving cream. Which makes him laugh, at least. Dean gets a candy bar and a bottle of oil. "Fuel for me and fuel for my baby," as Dean says.