Against Time (3rd book in Winchester Girl)

Not So Silent Night

Mary's POV
Christmas time and doing work normal, I didn't even know what Santa was until Bobby told me when I was four. I was up a chimney while the others interviewed the witnesses. I found a tooth and crawled out and saw I was covered in soot. I walked out and saw them still talking to the lady. "Thanks for letting me have a look around, Mrs. Walsh. I think we, uh, got just about everything we need. We're all set." I said. "We'll be in touch." Dean said to Mrs. Walsh. Ricky and Alison came out and shook their heads saying the daughter didn't know anything. We were walking down the steps. "Agents..." Mrs. Walsh said we all turned. "The police said my husband might have been kidnapped." Mrs. Walsh said. "Could be." Kara said. "Then why haven't the kidnappers called? O-or – or demanded a ransom? It's three days till Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?" Mrs. Walsh asked. "We're very sorry." Sam said. We were walking down the steps. "So what did you find Chimney Sweep?" Alison asked me. "Stocking, mistletoe... this." I said pulling out a tooth. "A tooth? Where was this?" Dean asked. "In the chimney. Hence why I look like a chimney sweep." I said. "Chimney? No way a man fits up a chimney. It's too narrow." Kara says examining it. "No way he fits up in one piece." Sam said. "Alright, so, if dad went up the chimney—" Ricky said. "We need to find out what dragged him up there." I said. We were now sitting in the motel room me texting Hades and Persephone.
Mary:I'm sorry we can't do Christmas together busy with a job.
Ma:It's fine when you come back we can do Christmas.
Pa:Yeah.
Mary:Okay.
I looked up and saw Dean, Alison, and Kara come in with a paper bag. "So, was I right? Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?" Dean asked. "Yep. It's, uh, it's actually Dick Van Dyke." I said sarcastically. "Who?" Dean askes confused. "Mary Poppins?" Ricky said trying to jog Dean's memory. "Who's that?" Dean asked, oh come on that was one of my favorite movies. "Oh come on— never mind." Sam said waving his hand. "Well, it turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month." Kara said. "Oh yeah?" I asked. "Yeah." Dean said. "The other guy get dragged up the chimney, too?" Ricky asked. "Don't know. Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof. So, what the hell do you think we're dealing with?" Alison said. "Actually, I have an idea." Sam said. "Yeah?" Dean asked. "Uh, it's gonna sound crazy." Sam said. "What could you guys possibly say that sounds crazy?" Kara asked. "Evil Santa." I said. "Yeah, that's crazy." Dean said. "Yeah... I mean, I'm just saying that there's some version of the anti-Claus in every culture." Sam said showing them the laptop. "You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter. Whatever you want to call it, there's all sorts of lore." I said. "Saying what?" Alison asked. "Saying ... back in the day, Santa's brother went rogue and now he shows up around Christmas time, but instead of bringing presents, he punishes the wicked." Ricky said. "By hauling their ass up chimneys?" Kara asked. "For starters, yeah." I said. "So, this is your guys theory, huh? Santa's shady brother?" Alison asked. "Well, ah – I'm just saying, that's what the lore says." Sam said. "Santa doesn't have a brother. There is no Santa." Dean said. "Yeah, we know. You're the one who told us that in the first place, remember. " I said to Dean who looked guilty. "Yeah, you know what, I could be wrong. I... gotta be wrong." Sam said closing his laptop. "Maybe, maybe not." Kara said. "What?" The three of us asked them. "We did a little digging. Turns out both victims visited the same place before they got snatched." Dean said. "Where?" We asked and we were now at Santa's Village looking around. "It does kind of lend credence to the theory, don't it?" Alison asked. We nodded. "Yeah, but anti-Claus? Couldn't be." Sam said. "It's a Christmas miracle. Hey, speaking of, we should have one this year." Dean said. "Have one what?" I asked. "A Christmas." Dean said. "No, thanks." Sam and I said. "No, we'll get a tree, a little Boston market, just like when we were little." Dean said, doesn't he remember how bad some of those Christmas's were. "Dean, those weren't exactly Hallmark memories for us, you know." Kara said. "What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases." Dean said. "Whose childhood are you talking about?" Sam and I asked. "Oh, come on, guys." Dean said. "No! Just... no." Sam and said. "Fine grinches." Dean said. "Whats so bad about Christmas for you guys?" Ricky asked. "The last happy Christmas I remember is Kara taking me sledding, when I was five years old." I said. Ricky nodded and I remember that day.
Flashback
"Come on Mae." Kara said. I had on my winter  jacket, boots, gloves, and scarf. "Where are we going Kari?" I asked. "To have some happy Christmas memories." She said. We saw Dean and Sam standing on the top of a hill with trash can lids. "What are we doing?" I asked. "Sledding come on we are racing the boys." Kara said we got on a trash can lid and we rode down the hill. "Yeeee!" I yelled as we went down the hill. We sledded all day having fun.
End of flashback
I noticed Sam was also remembering a childhood memory. "Come on Sammy." I said. We walked over to the others. "You'd think with the 10 bucks it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow." Dean said noticing very little snow. "What?" Sam asked. "Nothing. What are we looking for, again?" Alison asked. "Um... lore says that the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets." Ricky said. "Great. So we're looking for a pimp Santa. Why the sweets?" Dean asked. "Think about it, Dean. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know?" Kara said. "Yeah or Ricky." Dean said. "I tackled you once for candy, get over it." Ricky said. "Wait Ricky tackled you?" Alison asked Dean and Ricky. "Yea, here's the video." I said showing her, it was Ricky just tackling Dean since Dean had a bag of candy since we were watching scary movies for Halloween. Alison was laughing. "Okay, so how does this thing know who's been naughty and who's been nice?" Kara asked. "We don't know." Sam and I said in unison. "So, Ronny, come sit on Santa's knee. Ah, there you go. You been a good boy this year?" A creepy Santa said. "Yeah." The boy said happily. "Good. Santa's got a special gift for you." Creepy Santa said laughing, wow never knew Santa was a pedophile. "Maybe we do." Dean said. The mother grabbed her son realizing the creepy Santa. "Come on, honey, let's go." The mother said. A lady in an elf costume came up to us. "Welcome to Santa's court. Can I escort your child to Santa?" The lady elf asked. "Yep here she is." Dean said. I looked at my brother like he was insane. "Great come on sweetie." The lady elf said taking my hand. I looked back at my brothers and friends who gave me thumbs up. I gave them I'm gonna Murder you later look and moving a finger across my throat. It was now my turn to sit on creepy Santa lap and I sat down. "Have you been a good girl he?" He asked me suggestively. "Nope." I said. "Well what do you want anyways?" He asked. "World peace and for my brother not to die." I said snarky. "Okay little girl." He said bouncing me on his leg and noticed he had a boner. I got up and ran over to my brothers and friends and slapped them. "Ow Mae." They said. "Make me sit on a pedophile Santa lap again and it will be worse." I said. "Check it out." Dean said pointing to Creepy Santa who was walking with a limp I hid behind Ricky and Kara as he passed and smelt sweets. "Are you seeing this?" Alison asked. "A lot of people walk with limps, right?" Sam
asked. "Tell me you didn't smell that. That was candy, man." I said. "That was Ripple. I think. Had to be." Sam said. "Maybe. We're willing to take that chance?" Dean asked. We were now in the imapala well Sam, Dean, and Kara. I was with Ricky and Alison who had the heat on and we were drinking hot chocolate and eating a tray of chocolate sweets Alison bought.